Rob suffers from unpredictable bouts of "Wooton's Jeopardy" - superdense neutrons in the nasal cavity.
Rob's delicate percussive bludgeonings are launched from his Remo drumkit, aided and abetted by some Sabian cymbals: one that goes ting, one that goes bosh, and one that sounds like a chihuahua sneezing. Anymore, we cannot say.