Stewart Lee: Tornado

In what is surely the last taped performance before his long awaited death, Stewart Lee pleads us to listen to his middle-aged ramblings in much the same way a starving tramp begs us for change; criticizing richer, more popular comedians in one last desperate attempt to find a wider market for his bitterness, whilst simultaniously calling on the voices of legends we thought were dead to help him fill the last twenty minutes with something approaching substance.

Obviously, Lee fails at this, remaining fat and charmless and fat until he thankfully stops speaking after an hour that feels like its been spent with your Uncle.

(I don't want to put too much emphasis on his weight but he was clearly gasping for air at points and this meant he couldn't perform the stronger parts of his set with the energy required)

In conclusion, when he dies (within the year, I'm sure) people will probably elevate this to some kind of acceptable level of art, but until then Tornado will remain a Madras stain on an outstanding electric bill; irrelevant and vaguely annoying.

8/10.