Doctor of madness

If you only know Harry Hill from his demented television turns you only know half the picture. On his current tour the slapstick, puns and slow-burn gags are present, but there is an added layer of live lunacy as the crepe-soled surrealist and his oddball cast create a veritable riot of scripted anarchy.

In the former doctor's Milliganesque dream logic, giant badgers and cats duel, hamsters play Swingball and his tap-dancing puppet son Gary - very Vic Reeves this - sings Otis Redding's Dock Of The Bay. Childishness abounds. The wilful innocence has frequent echoes of the half-cocked dramas that used to conclude Crackerjack.

This show only differs from past outings in its increased emphasis on music. Hill has always ironically referenced recent hits, but last night he was constantly breaking into everything from The Killers and Keane to Kelis.

The second half of this deliciously silly set starts with him swapping his trademark tight suit for a pimpish blue number in tribute to OutKast's Andre 3000 and ends brilliantly with Hill playing Glenn Miller's In The Mood on car horns. These extremes sum up this doctor of madness. He's as hip as one can be while still behaving like a vaudeville throwback.