There's no questioning his virtuosity on both instruments: his fingers fly about with flare and formidable precision, lacing classic riffs with bouts of blithe chromaticism and always keeping his tone super-sweet. With guitarist Pete Gazey providing sturdy, stylish backing, Edey's easy-on-the-ear self-penned tunes and traditional numbers from France, Shetland, Ireland and England made for a smooth and upbeat set. What bothered me were the musical gimmicks – a joke ending here, a cheeky minor/major shift there – that cheapened the real substance of his musicality. The dexterity was always dazzling, but the constant musical wisecracking wore thin. Most striking were the few slow and simple numbers, including a beautiful rendition of the Irish air Easter Snow.