The intimate yet stark lighting of this small stage provided no shelter for The Noise Next Door and made the task of “thinking on your feet” unenviable.

Improvisational comedy can be enduring for the onlooker – more so here due to the youthful zeal from this quintet.

Members of the group seized their individual moments in the spotlight more like a hot potato than a baton, as they fumbled with lyrics and lazy accents that came and went.

In particular American and Irish accents slipped all too easily back into drama student mid-scene while an ad-lib rapping moment nearly saw one of the boys-next-door fall over his own groove completely.

One activity involved acting out the graduation of a girl from the audience with two of the team playing her parents. It turned out said parents were divorced, but the scene thankfully avoided being funny for all the wrong reasons.

In places a lack of continuity proved too silly, as random tangents replaced the skill needed to reach a coherent conclusion.

This younger-than-usual troupe exhibited raw enthusiasm, but without the killer touch. Some of their ideas exuded humour to burn, but overall, the whole experience wasn’t quite the finished article.