Packed to the rafters without a single seat left The Three Englishman, of which there are four, are off to a blazing start. Jack, Ben, Tom and Nick make up this delectable quartet.
This is sketch comedy at its highest. As you would expect from a top star show, it’s immensely inventive, slick, energetic, full of confident and skilful performances from each member. What sets this group apart from the other sketch groups at this year’s Fringe is the near perfection they expel from the stage, down to the last detail. Without fault these lads deliver pure light entertainment that pleased the audience through and through.
Their fast paced antics thrive in the cleanest of comedy, from musical to surreal. The physicality of each player induced the audience into a land of belly aching laughs topped with gleeful giggles and more even more laughs.
This particular outing feels extremely set up for television - it’s pure Sunday night BBC fodder and this is where the drawback lies. What these Englishmen do well and where their genius is secured is within the original material. Even though the occasional celebrity parodies were funny, it’s been done so many times before - I felt there was nothing new there and it held them back. However, the delicious Time Fiddlers and the Wine Shop sketches were pure joy and stand them in good stead for a bright, bright future.
