cOMEdy dAvid O’dOHERTy: sOMEwHERE OvER THE dAvid O’dOHERTy Pleasance courtyard (Venue 33) HHHHH
DAVID O’Doherty is probably incapable of performing a bad show and this talented Irishman appears thoroughly at home in a venue the size of pleasance One. But there are a couple of bum notes in his otherwise immaculate musical comedy hour, specifically a sequence of audience interaction in which the bike enthusiast diagnoses problems with punters’ brakes and chains, to little obvious reward, along with an update of his tremendous primal howl,
My Beefs. the song remains a blistering diatribe but it now lacks that surprise, blow-youaway factor.
elsewhere, he lets Shakira down gently in a duet of sorts, peppers his set with factoids about sharks and pandas and confesses to an excessive, awesome fondness for superlatives. Highlights include his farcical conclusion to a relationship and his catastrophic failure to observe the quiet carriage rules on a train. Happily, O’Doherty’s loveable, vaguely dufferish persona is routinely filled out by bursts of chord-hammering rage and irritation and there’s an intriguing rhetorical poser when he wonders if a friend’s intimate massage in India qualifies as prostitution. not a vintage display, but entertaining nonetheless.
Until 30 August. Today, 10:20pm