Jonny & The Baptists: Eat the Poor

The obvious criticism to make of Jonny Donahue and Paddy Gervers is that, with their musical comedy, they're melodically preaching to the choir. Eat the Poor finds them sating their left-liberal impotence on Fringe crowds wholly sympathetic to their anti-austerity views. They even archly allude to it themselves with a song about wanting to bury Margaret Thatcher every week. However, notwithstanding the fact this feels like a protest show pitched at Cameron and Osborne's government instead of the admittedly still emerging administration of Theresa May, the duo do offer specific and difficult solutions for reversing inequality.

Couched within a future-set narrative looking back, where revolution has had unpredictable and horrific consequences for humanity's relationship with large birds, Donahue has sold his creative soul to write a lucrative but spiritually bankrupt musical. – with tory peer Andrew Lloyd-Webber the Mephistopheles figure who beguiled him. Meanwhile, Paddy hasn't fared so well since the Baptists split, and is living rough on the streets, an echo of the genuine work that the band have done with the homeless in Oxford.

Sophisticated it isn't, taking broad, sledgehammer swipes at the disconnected elitism of glossy high society rags like Tatler, or simply quoting Brexit idiocy from the letters page of the Telegraph verbatim. Ultimately though, there's a heartfelt decency to the band's aims and concrete suggestions for implementing them, wrapped up in a surprisingly affecting finale.