No less than five minutes later, a full-blown interlude is underway, complete with mood lighting, as he wrestles with a repeat malfunction involving his water bottle and the quietest stage invasion in history, committed by a persistent moth, his absurdist opening remarks joyfully derailed. At one point in between these mishaps, he accidentally triggers a further switch that launches the Bee Gees’ Stayin’ Alive at megawatt volume; his swivel-eyed statesman response holds for a moment before he cracks up again.
Bailey’s rambling stream-of-consciousness approach to stand-up has always been an intriguing, rib-tickling window into the mind of a surrealist comedian and musician; a intellectual renaissance man in the guise of, in his own words, “a poundshop Gandalf”.
The Somerset-born star (“I don’t have a West Country accent anymore because I wanted to get on in life,” he quips) is as adept at one as he is at the other – a monologue on how the imitations of rappers by West London youth could lead to chaos at the deli cheese counter is as inspired as a bourbon-blues, meet-the-devil number played on a makeshift guitar fashioned from a Bible – but, off-piste flights of unexpected fancy aside, he soars best when melding the two together, be it a treatise on loon bird cry samples in popular music or a sketch where he sets the speeches of Theresa May to pulse-pounding dancefloor beats.
The second half leans more on the tunes than the outright gags, but Bailey’s sheer proficiency at virtually every instrument he touches makes for sheer delight, from a concave steel pan and pedal bin to the more conventional Gibson SG, on which he riffs death metal narration of mundane life and unseasonal Christmas carols.
An attempt to corral a rendition of You Are My Sunshine in both German and the minor-key is a wonderfully ragged mess; an encore of his one-man cowbell orchestra is a work of Pythonesque genius.
It ends with Bailey playing himself off, shredding away to AC/DC’s Highway to Hell; a fitting arena-gig finale for a genial madcap as much a rock star as he is a funnyman.