Robin Ince has had a bad month: after a major flood left his house and record collection full of human sewage, he talks to us about claiming compensation from Thames Water; about having a difficult gig in Newcastle; and about his middle class sense of wrongdoing that comes from using McDonalds loos without making a purchase.
He explores his inner desire for revenge against the world versus his mild-mannered exterior, and this pulls a few polite chuckles of recognition from the crowd. He goes on to more fantasy-based comedy where hes being pursued by clowns, but this doesnt get quite the same reaction from the audience, and ends up as a shouting rant.
This is probably the only stand-up on the Fringe to be accompanied by an accordionist. However, Robins material doesnt quite fill the allotted hour and its not only the accordion that seems a bit stretched at times.