NO joke, no gags, no punch lines - but when you are as coruscatingly brilliant as Dylan Moran you don't need them. Using the English language with the thought of insane glee that a flasher uses his naked body, Moran creates ripe and resonant comic material out of the most outlandish premises.

Quite extravagantly talented in his wordage, only he and he alone, can describe the prosaic act of snoring as "the sound a lawnmower makes when it is chasing geese over popcorn" or how techno music resembles "the sound of men putting up shelves".

A fair chunk of his material comes from the fault line that runs along the gender interface, a heavily over-mined area, but Moran digs deeper than most and finds a richer seam of comedy. He was stunning while discussing the cognitive/emotional differences between adults and children and the largesse of his nonsequitars was mightily impressive.

More spoken word than stand-up at Moran's callow age, his potential is on the terrifying side of enormous. Cutting to the chase: he's the best stand-up comedian this country has ever produced.