Edinburgh Fringe comedy review

There was a time when, if a show title punned on a comedian’s name à la Joe Lycett, it was a mark of quality. My working theory is that the reverse is now true.

Affable Irish journeyman Killian Sundermann returns to the Fringe for a third time with this inconsequential hour, finding him in the midst of nothin’ much, and bearing some very low-stakes observations about the automatic passport gates at airports.

A people-pleaser with a fear of flying and low-level general anxiety, he’s currently in therapy, but still at the stage of trying to convince his therapist that there’s nothing wrong with him. 

That relationship, and the one he has with his romantic partner of eight years, forms the pretext for many of his bits, all of which pass like a warm breeze over the face of a man asleep in a meadow.

He’s genuinely likeable enough that you want to enjoy it more, and I even made a mental note to check out his podcast, as it feels like the conversational format would serve him so much better. He’s exactly the kind of chatty, genial everyman who plays well on radio.

With his written material though, you may find your attention drifting. Surrounded at this festival by artists pushing the limits of the form, this show can’t help feeling a little bland.

Review date: 26 Aug 2026
Reviewed by: Tim Harding
Reviewed at: Underbelly Bristo Square