It is perhaps the greatest injustice at the Fringe that comics who’ve been given a break on Mock the Week are almost guaranteed to instantly sell out whilst the best of the rest are left to furiously fight for the scraps.
Moloney very much falls into the latter category; his immaculate routines are delivered with the dead-panned self-assurance of someone who knows his material is good. His voice has the soothing lilt of a man who could make a fortune in audiobooks, whilst immaculately dressed and perched on a stool, it’s a tad disappointing that he doesn’t break into a Frank Sinatra medley.
Moloney is a refreshingly humble and self-deprecating comedian, who has the potential to be a something quite special.