After an hour of watching this irrepressible trio bound about performing the 32 sketches that make up this show, you're left feeling strangely empty. It's certainly not due to lack of effort: they leap from sketch to sketch playing, amongst other things, enthusiastic dancers, a man juggling a fish, disgruntled boyfriends, and even a police horse with a mistaken identity.
Yet for every quick punchline delivered (approximately 32) a little is lost in the way of substance. A few of the sketches are well realised, certainly: a high point is a dialogue-free scene with two elderly gentlemen competing to feed a duck (using most ungentlemanly tactics). But you can't help feeling that a little more development and a little less bingeing on jokes would have made for a better experience. There's a slightly manic aspect that sometimes translates into infectious silliness but more often causes problems: a punchline involving a massive moth, for example, is completely lost as all three characters dash about, shouting.
The sheer physicality of their hour is a strong point, though. They all prove themselves alarmingly adept dancers, and some of their best sketches are those relying on movement rather than words. Watching two men fight over a shadow might sound daft, but the shadow's mimicry is impressive.
Quantity over quality this may be. But there's something to be said for fast, easy laughs, and the Ginge, the Geordie and the Geek are far from challenging.