This article is from 2006.
Were this show correctly categorised under musical theatre, it would be a passably diverting curiosity. As it stands, this hour is offensively meaningless and boasts all the artistic sophistication of a Viagra-peddling email. Does he have a wonderful singing voice? Yes. Does this remotely compensate for the vein-popping banality of his gropings at humour? Hmm. Tough one. (Sam Healy)
Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 28 Aug (not 15), 7.25pm, £8.50-£9.50 (£7-£8).