The show actually starts with the host, Rob Harris, doing 5 minutes of warm-up comedy. He does his job well, jumping between a couple of topics to find what gets us all laughing. A bit about cigarette packet warnings gets us nice and toasty. This familiar stand-up format, riffing on the foibles of modern life, sets the tone for the evening.
Rick Threlfo goes first of the billed comedians. He's got a great eye for the absurd, and is building his talent with the take-down. Rick's set is full of great ideas – celebrity Tweets as Bible/Talmud verses? Genius! – but when a few of his early jokes go south, Rick starts apologizing for himself. Look – I'm still with you. If a joke isn't working, just move on to the next material without apology and we'll move with you.
A late set of callous one-liners in the vein of Jimmy Carr is darkly funny, but Rick's lack of confidence keeps me from feeling comfortable enough to laugh.
Adam Wright feels really familiar as comedian, and I mean that in a good way. He's personable and friendly. He starts his bit by stating the three big events in his life this year, and these events form the backbone of his set. I'm laughing along to his observations about the ‘joys' of home ownership, even though I don't own a house.
Adam's humour is observational and funny without being offensive. A shout-out to his present girlfriend gets a huge laugh, and his set feels like it could go for longer.
All in all, the show is a bit uneven, but there's a great chance here for Adam and Rick to balance each other out really well, like a sour-sweet lemon cake. I'd say it's worth a go if you find yourself in the Cavern Club area at that time of night (10pm).