WINNER of the 1996 Perrier Award for Comedy and much lauded by the British and Irish press alike, Dylan Moran's trademark manner remains relaxed, laconic and somehow controlled.

This is not to say that Moran does not frequently wander far from the point or lose track of what he's saying, for he certainly does - `tangent' is a word invented for Dylan Moran. But the Meath comedian remains unfazed by the loss of words or subject, and with a remark like "What was I saying? Doesn't matter. I'm right", pulls himself back to the point or on to another, more hilarious yet.

A typical Dylan Moran line is perhaps "You know the way when you're beating farm animals to get the information out of them? Never works," and is delivered flirtatiously through a thick fringe, bottle of beer in hand. No, I take that back. There is no such thing as a typical Dylan Moran line, indeed comedy of the atypical may be the only label that fits him.

Familiar subjects of stand up such as drunkenness, rural life and religion are delivered by Moran with fine sharp wit, but are peppered with Moran-esque nonsense about jam, big pants and furry hats. Imagine a Dave Allen/Emo Phillips/Steven Wright hybrid, if you can.

Yet Moran's frequent flights into the absurd are not only very funny but also manage to reflect reality surprisingly accurately for such a twisted mirror. Dylan Moran certainly has the talent found in all comic greats off making everything he says seem funny and not merely the punch line. A deft manipulator of the gloriously pointless; Moran is here to stay.