For those fortunate enough to have happened upon his extravagantly portrayed characterisations in song, Philip Jeays's residences in the Cafe Royal's intimate studio have become a Fringe highlight over the past few years.

Back with a fistful of new creations - the shameless Terry's Dog is worth the admission price alone - alongside old favourites such as the filthy rich, eminently disposable Geoff, Jeays continues to mine a rich seam somewhere between Roald Dahl's Tales of the Unexpected and French farce.

As a wordsmith he is equally adept at atmospheric colour and using humour to make a serious point but the urge to spew gleeful, comical spite is seldom distant. Jeays in full, unforgiving flight is some sight. He never quite achieved lift-off here but a tweaking of the running order and perhaps less nervous restraint should do the trick.