What did Lloyd Langford want for his birthday? Who knows. I know he didn’t want an audience of lads and lasses pissed enough to start a loud trilateral diplomatic incident on the cobbles of Krakow or wherever it is people celebrate their monogamy nowadays. The way he dealt with it, though, the audience might as well have turned up with candles on their heads and started singing.Langford is a Welsh comic. I say this point as a matter of blunt geography, as it’s not one Langford uses for his routine. The conceit is this: Langford tells us some obscure and funny facts and then does pieces about these facts. Perhaps not the strongest or cleverest of structures, but he makes it work for him. It helps that he’s likable.Langford’s observational comedy, while not revolutionary, ploughs original furrows and is well thought-out. The comic reaches some nice peaks when surreally exaggerating. Nevertheless, his highest points of the night actually came from audience interaction, well, crowd control. ¾ of his audience were battered and Langford thrived on this. The performer played off it and spent most of the act spinning us into giggles when he wished, accosting members into great heckling whenever they went to the toilet.Langford is funny, but he seems more confident improvising with a drunken audience rather than with his own material. It would be interesting to see how he fares with a less inebriated audience. It’s your choice as to how half-cut you see him.
