Filippo Spreafico, Laughing Horse @ The Counting House (Venue 170) * * *
Which is not to say we do not spend a strangely entertaining hour with him, but this is more like a lively latin version of Ed Aczel’s anti-comedy and it is delightful. His songs do not rhyme, his jokes have no punchlines and his stories rarely boast any point.
He has a lovely singing voice, when you can hear it over the eight piece band belting out covers in the Pear Tree Courtyard. It would not be the greatest loss to stand up if Filippo gave up. But it would be a real shame if you did not enjoy him before he goes.
Until 25 August.