David O'Doherty has carved out a tasty reputation for bittersweet, jazz-infused comedy. I had high expectations, which this show didn't meet. He shambles from plinkety-plonk comic songs on his Yamaha organ to likable but unfocused spiels about Ireland and impersonations of land masses.
He's perfectly capable of a killer line. Murderous Irish nationalism, he says, is like saying: "If you really like Steely Dan, you'll kill the Eagles." But O'Doherty bumbles scattily from one idea to the next with no pace or momentum. Some songs are appealing: a ditty inspired by a relationship break-up rejoices in the refrain, "You ruined nature". But others are weak. And there's an odd section in which O'Doherty addresses a letter to someone who bullied him at school. You just think: get over it.
O'Doherty proposes that life can be summed up by the lobster boiling in its pot and the recurring question: does it get good soon? His show gets good frequently. It's just that it tends to get ropey again shortly afterwards.
· Until August 25. Box office: 0131-226 2151.
