Smack Family Robinson, Rose Theatre, Kingston, review As TV chefs used to say, this is one Richard Bean made earlier. Smack Family Robinson, an everyday story of drug-dealing folk, had its premiere in Newcastle in 2003 and was then set in Whitley Bay. But Bean, best known for that joyous hit One Man, Two Guvnors, has revisited his script for this revival at the Rose Theatre and relocated it to posh Petersham, between Richmond and Kingston-upon Thames. The Robinson family are a prosperous, vulgar clan, much enamoured of their shag-pile carpet, HD telly and naff Elvis Presley telephone. They share a strong sense of family values, and have made a killing, figuratively and literally, by supplying drugs, particularly heroin, in suburbia. The father of the house, Gavin Robinson, has recently retired from active business, handing over the family firm to his psychopathic son, who is strung out on smack, talks like a black man and has farmed out debt collection to the Russian mafia, who have a nasty habit of cutting off the feet of addicts who can't pay. Imagine a cross between Mike Leigh and Joe Orton and you get some idea of the tone of this rancid yet undeniably enjoyable black comedy. Gavin is an old hippie who has been dealing drugs since the Sixties and is haunted by the fear that he supplied Jimi Hendrix with his fatal overdose. His wife Catherine is a former groupie who was so enamoured of Johnny Kidd and the Pirates that she slept with all of them. Both are concerned that their 18-year-old daughter, a catering student, seems so straight. As her mother remarks: "Doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, doesn't do drugs. I'm worried about her. She's not normal. Meanwhile their older son is mentally handicapped, probably as a result of his mother's heavy drug use when she was pregnant. Most of the time he is meek and quiet, but just occasionally he turns very violent indeed. This certainly isn't a comedy for the faint-hearted. The language is profane, the violence graphic, the often sick jokes near the knuckle. There is none of the warmth of One Man, Two Guvnors. Bean clearly despises his feckless, heartless characters. Richard Wilson's production superbly captures both the humour and the darkness of this malign comedy, and Keith Allen gives a terrific performance as the pony-tailed and apparently genial paterfamilias, still living in sentimental, dope-fuelled memories of the Sixties, when the Stones played the Crawdaddy Club in Richmond, and he supplied drugs to hippy rock musicians. Soap star Denise Welch is sublimely blowsy as his wine-box-swilling wife, while Harry Melling, now unrecognisable as Dudley Dursley in the Harry Potter films, proves memorably vile as the pushy pusher of a younger son. Matthew Wilson is both poignant and scary as the mentally defective older brother and Kate Lamb proves fascinatingly enigmatic as the teenage daughter. It's a disgracefully entertaining play that provokes wild laughter in a moral waste land like a latter-day Ben Jonson. Until April 20. Tickets 08444 821 556; rosetheatrekingston.org Follow Telegraph Theatre on Twitter