Review by Steve Bennett

With an uncommon pizzazz for a newcomer, Naz Osmanoglu properly grabs the gig and delivers material on his terms. With more energy than a dozen Duracell bunnies, he rips through assured gags about his Turkish father playing up his foreign roots and accent, and obsessing about beards.

His spirited performance gave a much-needed boost to the moribund room, while the writing was witty and individual.

Review date: 6 Sep 2009
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett