Glenn Moore: Glengarry Glen Glenn
This comedy geek shall surely inherit the earth
You'll need a good lie-down after Glenn Moore's relentlessly silly and gag-laden debut solo hour. The title alone, Glengarry Glen Glenn, immediately tells you that a dollop of daftness is fast approaching your way, and this one half of sketch duo Thunderbards doesn't let you down.
Agreeing that he has a voice more attuned to the 19th century, Moore continually wrestles against his stage persona (that of a geeky asexual square), but each time he tries to escape that stranglehold, the tighter its grip becomes. This tension keeps delivering fine moments and allied to Moore's ability to concoct delicious gags (or the occasional deliberately awful one that still tastes nice), it's a giddy mix.
West Sussex village Hurstpierpoint may indeed be a real place, but Moore invests his home spot with the same sense of comedically invented mythical status as Rhod Gilbert's Llanbobl, painting a picture of this sleepy rural backwater which only ignites when a French exchange student and his sister roll by. The 'story' that develops is by the by, largely a backdrop to Moore's qualities as a joke-writer and happy onstage idiot. This potential comedy great is clearly too big for Hurstpierpoint and one day he may be performing somewhere grander than a cobbled dungeon.
Just the Tonic at the Caves, until 28 Aug (not 15), 6pm, £5 or Pay What You Want.