Vintage Key, utterly inimitable but for the fact that any material I write for the next week will be in his voice, and I must make sure I don’t do anything with that. Loganberry sees him bullwhipping between vigour and serenity, always keeping the audience on their toes. He’ll ask his tech to stop the music so he can talk to someone clearly, then be happy to cut them off at a moment’s notice. The new poems are great fun as ever, and the overall device of him grappling with a midlife crises spurred by Gabby Logan inviting him onto her podcast is a delight. A difficult show to watch just before doing ACMS and realising that I am in no way properly alternative and that everything I thought was interesting about Crow is just table stakes at the Fringe. Ah well. Who better to learn this from?