Christopher Macarthur-Boyd and Rosco Mclelland

It's not a double-act. Rosco Mclelland is followed by Christopher Macarthur-Boyd in a shared set format that probably benefits the performers more than it does the audience.

Mclelland takes the first half, then introduces Macarthur-Boyd for the second. The dynamic itself works well; Mclelland is an archetypal warmup act, playing off crowd reactions and appearing lost when they don't feed him enough lines. It's a logical introduction for the more pensive musings of Macarthur-Boyd.

The show feels incomplete on a number of levels, with the double billing equating to less than the sum of its parts. Both performers' routines are a little undercooked. Mclelland's the chummy, energetic compere with a gruff drawl and very few lines of material. Macarthur-Boyd is the sombre sit-down comic with a wistful style that belies his adolescent appearance. The latter seems to be doing an amalgamated impression of lots of other acts he's seen, while the former desperately needs some substance beneath the delivery. They're two jigsaw pieces that fit well together, but only form a fragment of the completed puzzle that the audience expects.

Both of them are young, inexperienced and definitely not the finished article, so the format suits this stage in their careers. It's a showcase of two comedians who will doubtless improve but for the moment remain reliant on the contrast offered by this unusual setup.