Trite and banal, but the only way is up for this safest of bets

Up-tempo ditties that are engagingly varied, if a little uneven

Jacob Edwards has flogged this one to within an inch of its life

Confidence, tightness and linguistic dexterity from a comedy wunderkind.

A dependable club comic whose domestic material lacks structure.

Potential and imagination, but it's stifled by trying circumstances.

A skilful US import in need of a little self-editing.

A rapturous reception for unsettling anticomedy that's taken to the extreme.

Tricksy and clever standup from an Edinburgh veteran in mischievous form.

Heart, soul and sweat, but the militant shtick proves unsustainable.

An oddly undecided-feeling set, in limbo between heartfelt outrag... (continued)

Consistently funny tomfoolery within an effective framing device.

A hot property of US comedy offers droll, measured takes on some ... (continued)

Can't quite get the pulse racing

Plenty of good, unclean fun, but it too often veers into the tast... (continued)

There's an air of cheery innocence to this debut, but it’s clear ... (continued)

This grand array of grotesques and lost souls makes for sensational viewing.

The music of despair contains many unexpected laughs.

An impressively assured debut that delights in obscure references.

Rabble-rousing mischief ranging from the petty to the sublime.