For the duration of his show, he looks like a rabbit caught in headlights; squashed between two backing singers, he has no chance of escaping the glare. He wobbles his head back and forth while he sings, as though trying to shake off a nightmare. If he ever relaxes into playing live, you imagine he could make quite an entertaining raconteur; for now, it's all he can do to intone "Fucking scary" over and over. Most songs end with him barking "Awwoight" in a voice of strained enthusiasm. You have to wonder who exactly this impersonation of Michael Barrymore is supposed to reassure. [Guardian]

Baxter Dury, Sohn von.