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At first glance he appears to be as harmless as an altar boy. However, the moment he opens his mouth you might think he has made a deal with the devil. A comedian known for his masterful build-up and in-your-face punchlines, Sean is sure to rile up any audience with his dark look at reality and society.
Sean Rouse "Something to Sell at Edinburgh"
Who has Sean Rouse in the drunken comedian death pool? Stanhope does. And that’s why the rest of us are losers. It’s this very reason that we should take a break from our miserable lives and listen to Sean drop some knowledge before he’s found face down in a pool of his own mushroom and Jagermeister induced stinky puke.
Sean Rouse’s new CD, Something to Sell at Edinburgh is the perfect listen for when you can’t decide in the morning if you need to shower. Pop it in, laugh for an hour, feel guilty, and you’ll be lathering in no time. Basically anytime you wake up and can’t remember what you did the night before or who you tried to take home by slipping something in their drink, Sean Rouse will make you feel better. He’s like your best friend that way. But he’s way funnier. And he knows more about football. And you’ll probably never actually meet him. Oh, and never, ever loan him twenty dollars.
So cut the guy some slack and pick up his CD. Seriously, you’re all he has left. Also look for Sean’s full length release Spilled Milk out on Stand Up! rilllll soon. This is a limited edition of four hundred CDs, so get it quick before it’s gone.
Sean Rouse "Spilled Milk"
Describing himself as a "little feller" with a close resemblance to "Dennis the Menace all grown up," a crippled, arthritic hand he occasionally refers to as Slackjaw, a balding pattern attributed to his father's penchant for grabbing him by the hair to deck him in the face as a kid, and a coke habit that would make Keith Richards a little (more) twitchy, Sean Rouse of the Unbookables clearly has what the kids call a face for radio – or at least recorded comedy. It's a good thing, then, that he's taken the plunge with his debut CD "Spilled Milk"... and that he's got the shock and awe to back it up.
Filthy, depraved, and always clever, the verbal assault on "Spilled Milk," in fact, is so immediately arresting that it makes every future listening more rewarding. Once the utter surprise at the horrific things spewing forth from Rouse's drug addled brain wears off, you get to the holy grail: the famed second and even third layers of funny wherein you find that often his asides to the audience are as witty and well-turned as the backbones of his routine. Seemingly gamboling about his set in a tangential manner as though the audience is being treated to the podcast of his inner monologue, Rouse's call-backs are masterful, building the crowd's familiarity with hisstand-up language quickly, only to appall his listeners anew each and every time. Don’t let the smooth twangy accent fool you, the title “Spilled Milk” is clearly a warning: listen up, and don’t cry, sissy.
1. Crank Start 2. Memories 3. Do as I Say... 4. God Hates Catchphrases? 5. Way Too Young 6. Ladies and Gentlemen... Slackjaw! 7. The Gateway 8. Marijuana is Harmless 9. Birdshot 10. My Nose is a Mess 11. Y'all Pick 'em! 12. Tsunami Mommy 13. Black Don't Crack 14. Jack Palance 15. Story Time 16. Play Ball!!! 17. The General 18. That's My Time
