She may be playing in one of the Fringe's balmiest cupboards, but Carmen Lynch's stage persona borders on the chilly. Dubbing stand-up as a lot like therapy where she's complaining in a room to people who can't leave, Lynch certainly does a lot of whining. All of which would be fine if it was backed up by memorable punchlines, but here's not a whole heap of them kicking about in Lynched.

Among the plentiful stuff that gets on Lynch's wick are public displays of affection, the morning-after pill and unnecessary use of the prefix 'super' (which doesn't prevent her from describing her mother as 'super-Spanish'). Somewhat sadly, she receives her biggest laugh almost in the final minute, simply for drawing attention to the fact that she looks a bit like Mr Bean.

But it's Lynch's attitude to her gathering that leaves behind a little sour note; it's unclear what benefit there is to having a go at an audience for looking at her in a curious manner. Maybe we're all on the edge of our seats just waiting for the jokes. Still, the fact that Amy Schumer thinks she's the bees knees will more than compensate for any negativity coming her way from Edinburgh crowds.

Laughing Horse @ The Counting House, until 27 Aug (not 15), 4pm, free.