A hapless boyfriend, crazed footy fan and doting Dad walk into a bar. The punch line? They’re all Dylan Landre. Ringside at a boxing match, sending the new apprentice for a left-handed spanner – that’s how Dylan spends some days. Others, he’s the purr of a new sports car, the crease in a solicitors suit, the smooth dark spirit over ice on a Friday night.
Dylan’s the one shouting the next round, holding the door for the girl who’s falling for him, giving advice to the DIYers next door – then jumping the fence to pitch in.
He grew up behind the mic, and it shows. Voice-overs are in his blood, acting natural is how he gets away with being a bit of a larrikin.
He’s the guy who’s been to Vegas on his bucks and studied literature at uni – and when he tells you to try the latest pizza, you can’t say no – his enthusiasm pulls you towards a brand like the smell of frying onions.
When you need a voice that can detail how a shark tracks its prey, move someone to foster a bear cub, or explain the latest home loan rate – all in one take – ask for Dylan.
You might even find yourself on the back of his motorbike heading to a winery.
That’s just the kind of guy he is.