When Markus Makevellian takes to the stage, covered in glitter, wearing high heels, a unique costume with a puffed-out skirt and a werewolf mask suggestively draped over his groin, you can’t help but wonder just what you’ve let yourself in for.
His opening topic, a poetically delivered monologue about trying to poo silently at work, almost has you running for the exit. It’s disgusting, unsettling and he is so in character that you half wonder if he isn’t actually going to do a live demonstration on stage (thankfully, he doesn’t).
But slowly, as the crowd settles into his routine, you begin to embrace the humour and the sheer raw lyrical talent on display. You can’t help but be completely hypnotised by his incredible, flamboyant performance. To call him astounding wouldn’t even begin to do him justice.
Intelligent and savagely honest, he tears into various social topics, analysing and moulding your opinions to his. He discusses gay culture, for example, and how people have deluded themselves into thinking that things have changed, going on to list in gutsy, powerful rhymes the seventy-five countries where homosexuality is still illegal.
A critique of Lady Gaga also surprises as he berates her for stealing elements from performance art while having so little to say that she has to rely on nudity to maintain our interest.
Well, on this performance, Markus can safely keep his clothes on, for by the final moments the audience is hanging on his every word.
Playful, darkly funny and, while not to everyone’s taste, utterly captivating.
4/5 
Martin Miller
(4 votes, average: 4.75 out of 5)
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