Reggie Watts is a man, a loop machine, ten octaves and 300 characters. He is a radio on auto-tune, switching channels mid-concept. He makes sense from nonsense. He makes sounds, from a thigh-melting baritone to an ear-plugging soprano, bass beats layer into a loop machine backing lyrics that highlight the ridiculous in the mundane. He is American, he is English, he is fluent French. His voice isn't his only weapon; the sheer visual pleasure of his afro nodding below downlights depicts a cross between Sideshow Bob and the drummer from The Roots. His dancing exploits stereotypes from female music video dancers to white guys who think no-one is looking. There is no comedic rhythm or pausing for punchlines, he does not indicate when you are supposed to laugh. Watts simply does not stop. He delivers an incessant barrage of concepts and comments, take your pick from what tickles you or revel in the freakish originality of what you're witnessing. 1 Comment |

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