Review by Corry Shaw

It is infuriating when ‘performers’ – and I use that word in the loosest sense – bring shows to the Fringe with the sole purpose of entertaining themselves, and then have the audacity to charge money to watch them have a jolly for an hour.

This group of three guys and three girls have come up with a handful of ideas for sketches without any concept of what a punchline is, then stretched them by repeating the same thing over and over again to fill an hour.

A prime example of this inept attempt at comedy is a spoof of EastEnders which essentially entails three people standing shouting ‘you heard’ at each other for a stupidly extended period of time in generic chav accents, followed by someone exclaiming ‘I'm pregnant’. The parody becomes apparent when they then shoddily impersonate the drums from the soap’s theme tune to close the sketch. Have I given away a punchline? Was there a punchline?

And so it continues, a vapid pile of nonsense spouted by six people who are clearly enjoying the experience much more than the several audience members who walked out. Each skit dragged out to a tortuously punchline and point-free anticlimax.

Only one member of the troupe appeared to have any true charisma or sense of timing but the fact that he has chosen to associate himself with this travesty makes his comedy acumen questionable at best.

This is not so bad it's good. It is excruciatingly dull and will leave you feeling cheated, bored and possibly angry that you've not only wasted money, but an hour of your life on this poor excuse of a show.

Review date: 23 Aug 2010
Reviewed by: Corry Shaw