Armando has long been British satire's Midas - instilling gold into everything he touches - on his self-titled show he is at his most troublingly pure. A sort of existential sketch show with a self-conscious neurotic commentary from a sad interpretation of himself weaving through it all. Not all of it works but it drifts so quickly from silly skit to dark observation that it's possibly the closest thing ever produced that's actually like living in his mind.
So for that alone it's mesmermic enough - the fact that I actually saw it on TV at the time - in the bewildering early years of the new millennium lends it this strange nostalgic dreamy quality that further heightens it's glorious oddness. Do check it out if you haven't seen it.
So for that alone it's mesmermic enough - the fact that I actually saw it on TV at the time - in the bewildering early years of the new millennium lends it this strange nostalgic dreamy quality that further heightens it's glorious oddness. Do check it out if you haven't seen it.