Reginald D Hunter

Reg D manages to pull off the neat trick of delivering an hour of intelligent, edgy material to his largest audience to date with the laid-back nonchalance of a very charismatic pal waxing lyrical after a late-night toke. His narrative, about the pitiful state of masculinity in the West, riffs on feminism and racism, even evoking Austrian cellar monster Josef Fritzl to flag up the notion that not every child needs a father. Cue evident audience discomfort.

Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 14 Aug (not 12), 11.15pm, £12–£14 (£11–£12.50).