Back here at KEV Headquarters, we have truly been overwhelmed by the positive feedback from the UK / Ireland Tour so far

With pretty much every show being a complete sell out, the fans have been letting us know in droves, just how much they’ve loved their night out with KEV.

You only need to scroll through his FACEBOOK PAGE to see how much the LITTLE BLOKE is kicking arse big time on this tour, and the fans are loving it. Sharing their excitement, photos and thank you’s after seeing the show

So are the critics!

The press have been full of praise for the COP-U-LATER concert

Here’s our favourite write-up from this week:

He doesn’t have a TV or radio show and yet Kevin Bloody Wilson plays to sell out houses all across the UK. His reception on to the stage is rapturous. It quickly becomes clear that a majority of the audience are fans, many of whom know the words to the songs.

He has ‘his choir’, us, singing along to the rousing chorus of the opening song Dilligaf. He tells us, that Dilligaf sums up who he is. I’ll leave you to Google what the acronym stands for.

Kevin is the act everyone is here to see but he is preceded with support act Jenny Talia, say the name a couple of times if you don’t get it yet. Jenny is in fact Kevin’s daughter Tammy Jo. She is a no nonsense, Australian blond bombshell who warms us up with a set of comedy songs delivered from a woman’s perspective. She banters with the audience and deals with heckles with sublime timing, the apple clearly hasn’t fallen far from the tree.

Wilson hits a lot of the targets you might expect, sex, masturbation, religion, dope or as he calls it electric spinach, race, terrorists bombers, the royals and few you might not expect from an Australian including, Thatcher and, ‘that shella Cameron’. He also manages to work the Jimmy Savile scandal into his set on more than a few occasions.

This is all linked together by a narrative of his life which feels like it is based on more than a little truth. He talks about the small, several thousand acre farm he grew up on in Kalgoorlie, ‘We were rubbish farmers’. There is a feeling of genuine affection for his friend, ‘The black fella’, Nigel – legend. ‘Nigel, legend’ is what we quickly learn to sing out at the mention of Nigel who may or may not be real but I suspect at the very least is a conglomeration of aboriginal characters in Kevin’s life. He talks lovingly about roots music and you feel the presence of family throughout the show and not just in the figure of his daughter but also stories of his extended family which are not related in the slightly cloying manner that some comics have. He mocks them, sometimes mercilessly but I’d wager they are quite a close loving unit.

What is most interesting to me is that jokes at the expense of migrants and Moslems get the most vociferous reaction from the audience and from a small minority perhaps a response a little too close to something unpleasant but this I feel does not reflect the man on stage. Despite the fact that he claims he doesn’t care what people think (Have you Googled it yet?), it is fairly clear that in many important ways he cares a lot. This show will not suit everyone, particularly those who come under that loose heading of easily offended. I think the Kevin, Bloody Wilsons of this world are important, they keep us honest. It will be a shame if this really is his last tour. If you aren’t easily offended catch him while you can. – Pete Benson, UK THEATRE NETWORK

Onya KEV, we couldn’t be more proud of you!