Old God is a white-faced clown so ancient they have forgotten their own name. And possibly also what direction their show was supposed to take. The first half of Alec Jones-Trujillo’s hour is a jumble of some funny enough ‘mimes’ and satirical stories criticising the modern world of billionaires and Amazon Prime, before he ‘breaks character’ and genuinely tries to waste as much time as he can until his hour is finally over. Jones-Trujillo jokes about how his show is ‘actually’ a ploy to win $800,000 through the MacArthur Genius Award, even acting out a scene where his audience are judges for the prize.

This running gag makes Old God feel more like an ego-trip than a structured performance, the last 30 minutes of which is obvious padding, even if the clown makes a joke out of it. Painful too, is a Fringe performer who jokes about how terrible their show is, pointing out audience members for ‘falling asleep’ or having their arms crossed. While this may get some laughs and break tension, no one wants to see an act who assails their crowd for not enjoying it, especially when only half a performance appears to have been written. 

Old God, Assembly Roxy, until 24 August, 9.55pm.