Stand-up crooner is a little out of tune
This article is from 2010.
There’s a down-to-earth honesty and genuine sincerity about John Moloney that is warmly appealing. It’s not the first night of his long-awaited Edinburgh return, but he looks properly touched and consequently has nothing amusing to say about the fact that he has a packed room to perform to with such a wide choice across town. It’s a shame then, that what comes afterwards is distinctly flat. We came expecting some trad but trusty stand-up but left feeling that while the world has moved on, Moloney’s comedy has not so much stayed still but gone into full lockdown mode.
Of course we’d expect a comic with two decades of observational work behind him to be disgruntled with the feckless youth of today, but to have little quality material at his fingertips about this area is less forgivable. Instead he falls back on tales of his days as German teacher, some stuff about how we treat animals better than humans and bits about how men and women aren’t the same when it comes to communication. Dressed in suit, shirt and tie, and perched atop a stool, John Moloney is the old crooner of stand-up. Let’s hope he brings up a different song sheet next time he does the Fringe.
The Stand II, 558 7272, until 29 Aug, 9pm, £10 (£8).