Rosco McClelland: The Bones comedy review – Superb stream of consciousness
The rising star makes another typically hilarious hour with a series of self-deprecating tales
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Glasgow’s Rosco McClelland suffers from ‘pathological demand avoidance’; in practice, that means he’s not going to do what anyone tells him. We learn that he has been at various talent showcases in London, which led to being sexually harassed by a female TV producer. He’s also fallen out with his wife about an online photograph. In each story, he refuses to give in to other people, suffering consequences he describes in a sympathetic manner. The Bones, McClelland’s stream of consciousness hour, is an ideal vehicle for his self-deprecating wit. He has lots to share, like observations about the quantity, quality and viscosity of the earwax he’s currently producing.
Other reflections include Scottish political identity which he aptly describes as ‘progressive out of spite’ and a detailed description of a drunk man being hit on the head by a train on the infamously entertaining low-level platform of Glasgow’s Central Station. McClelland also made a World Cup song earlier this year, returning from supporting the Scotland team in Boston where he was embroiled in a baffling mistaken identity scenario. Such cases of confusion are likely to be rare any time now as McClelland is mining a unique comic standpoint which suggests he’ll be easily recognised soon.
Rosco McClelland: The Bones, Monkey Barrel Cabaret Voltaire, until 30 August, 8.05pm; picture: Nick Gibb.