Review by Steve Bennett

Relative newcomer Kevin Shevlin shows some genuine promise in his distinctive writing, though his performance skills are still very underdeveloped. He paints a convincing picture of an unemployed drop-out, unconcerned with engaging with the rest of the human race (including the audience) and useless with women.

There’s an enjoyably lethargic misanthropy to his work – a touch of Dylan Moran, perhaps – although his downbeat delivery is something of a turn-off. But enough sharply offbeat lines shine through to keep it interesting, and his closing routine in which he bleakly describes in morbid detail a descent into lonely old-age is very bold, getting laughs from the unremittingly depressing image he creates rather than anything funny. The lad’s definitely got something on which to build

Review date: 24 Nov 2009
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett
Reviewed at: PowerHaus