Still filthy and funny. Returning to the Fringe this year after his Guide To Depravity in 2011, Andrew Doyle is a little more reflective and accessible for his new one-man show for 2012.
To begin with, upon entering this potential deathtrap of a venue, Doyle himself dispenses cards and pens to the audience, inviting them to imagine the sexual proclivities of those around them.
Doyle has not lost the ability to shock his audience. He has an agile mind that deftly plays hopscotch through the gutters of modern pop culture. His flirtation with most of the men in the audience is infectious and playful.
His timing is strong, he will take you where you do not ever want to go again and you will leave a little more warped than when you entered. There are equal numbers of gasps and guffaws throughout the hour-long set and everyone will have the opportunity to feel uncomfortable.
The relationship between Comedian and Audience is a little uneven here, though. The Catholicism theme running throughout can be lost on a more secular public and unless playing to a room of 50 Shades fans, the cards from the beginning come back either blank or bland.
But he is a gifted young comedian and a very sweet little pervert.