Flight of the Conchords: Live in London

SoHo, 7:30pm Sunday

It’s the inevitable question, after an almost 10-year hiatus: are Flight of the Conchords still any good? The short answer is: yes. Time may have rendered many comedy acts from a decade ago unpalatable to modern audiences, but Bret and Jemaine’s dorky genre pastiches and awkward stage banter has endured.

“You’ll probably notice that we’re a bit older than we were formerly,” Jemaine explains to the full house at London’s Hammersmith Apollo when the lights come up. “We’re not ill . . . ”

On stage they talk a bit like twins — not finishing each other’s sentences, exactly, but overlapping so seamlessly it’s as if they must share some psychic bond. “Us being up here,” muses Bret, “I guess we remind you of your own mortality. Sorry about that. Let’s enjoy the time we have left.”

It’s an hour-and-a-half show, and from the moment they walk on to the stage like it’s The Last Waltz (“it’s great to have the whole band here,” Bret tells the crowd), launching straight into the funny but also kind of hugely depressing divorce ballad

it’s clear that everyone there is definitely enjoying every minute of it.

The set is sprinkled with a generous assortment of Conchords classics — the perfect Pet Shop Boys parody

Father and Son, Inner City Pressure,

that French one that always gets stuck in your head for days after hearing it — but there are also future classics among the new songs too. a raunchy tale of office romance, looks set to become a fan favourite.

Between songs, there’s that secondto-none stage banter, Bret and Jemaine recounting some of their wildest “rock n roll anecdotes” from the old days. There’s the one about the complimentary muffin, or the time they got stuck in a lift . . .

Deana and Ian,