Rosie Cann’s first solo show is a party and you’re all invited. There’ll be dance, acceptance and some pretty sweet beats. This “fantastic slap-stick rap bitch” welcomes us as we file into the stupidly designed Studio at BATS (I mean, who puts the AC on the back wall of a stage?? Not that it’s that effective even at full blast).

Denimed, hatted and bedazzled she’s off on a 50 minute rap-sody of body image, virginity and the likes of previous relationships which really suits the intimate space both physically and relationship-ly.

She’s a philosopher with attitude and takes no prisoners with her language but she’s never really offensive and the crowd are totally on her side as she hits her marks through her show. She’s having a great time performing and we’re having a great time being there, and at times onstage. But don’t worry there’s a looseness to her style that makes the show more conversational and easy than most tightly constructed shows. 

Ably assisted by time keeper and muso DJ Skillet (Eleanor Merton) there are raps to be had with serious messages but her humorous point of view never lets it become polemic; she lays her beats in front of us with a smirk or a dare in her eyes.

With minimal lights available George Fenn manages to get more atmosphere in the bare space than I would have expected (the hideous lights in My Accomplice’s last attempt could have used his expertise). 

This won’t be Cann’s last solo show. She’s a really good comic with a relaxed delivery creating an accepting yet thoughtful platform for her ideas. She’s also got a great sucker punch. It’s an easy show to watch and she’s definitely one to watch – deservingly winning Best Newcomer award last year. A great trip and a great riff – I’ll never look at my iPod the same again! Highly recommended.

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