That's not to say it's a car wreck. The pair create some nice moments, the antagonistic relationship between the pair proving effective as they berate, goad and embarrass each other for laughs. A sketch which involves increasing one-upmanship over how well read each of the two imagine themselves to be is an island of solid writing and crisp performance in otherwise choppy seas. But in this washy world costume changes take as long as the sketches, and dubious groans are offered up in place of laughs. A long finalé based on a dance competition between the pair feels they've relied on just being funny rather than on writing well in order to kill time. It perhaps doesn't help that they are unintentionally upstaged by one particularly enthusiastic audience participant.
Coyne and Hodson are a likeable pair, whose schtick involves kicking any hint of pretention into the longest of grass. But it's surely possible to remain unpretentious while slickly packing in the laughs?