Show Rating:

'It's a fun club,' we are told. 'It's about forgetting your
troubles.'

And indeed it is. This is a sketch show of the type people
who don't go to the Fringe think a Fringe show will be like.
Nothing cutting edge, but a pleasant diversion. It's like a very
energetic, joyous end-of-term student revue; a very good amateur
dramatic version of a reasonable comedy rather than a National
Theatre production: unpretentious, wide-eyed and increasingly
endearing.

The cast are four amiable twentysomethings, all with their
own moustaches, which are strangely never referred to except
on the flyer.

When acting is required, the four tend to remain themselves
playing characters rather than fully becoming the characters.
The exceptions are an England football fan and two Slovak comics.
Any of the four might develop into a more substantial performer
in two years but, at the moment, it's difficult to tell.

As for contect there's 'the man without a limp', 'two-second
memory man Mr Dave Javoo, 'three gay Hitlers singing songs round
Mein Kampf fire' and one very funny gag about a thimble and Jesus.

I'd look out for their show next year ­ but it's still
well worth the price of admission this time around.

John Fleming