Already known for their cabaret ghost-whisperer Séayoncé, Dan Wye is taking the plunge this year with a debut stand-up show. This ‘big-faced queer’ has been traumatised by people confusing them for Brit Award-winning singer Sam Smith, a hook they spin out into a whip-smart, filthy hour with a touch of heart. Having ordered us to get our cameras out before coming on, Wye then camply affects faux modesty at the attention before launching into a winning routine exploring their dilemma at being both iconic and tragic. It’s a journey which covers childhood bullying, overeating (they are a hungry, hungry person) and a Primark skinny-jeans era.

Big laughs come from churchgoing (a book club where no one has read the book), the shame of realising they've been talking to themself on dating apps, and the horror of interrupted rectal swabs. Sex, drugs and Judi Dench also get the Wye treatment. Their rapport with the room feels effortless, and they possess precision timing, delivering cutting asides and shocking anecdotes like an old pro. A serious climax loses a bit of steam, perhaps thrown by the drunken front row or sauna-like humidity. No matter: this wicked debut is devilishly endearing. 

Dan Wye: Am I Sam Smith?, Pleasance Courtyard, until 25 August, 9.55pm; main picture: Dylan Woodley.