The Welly isn't a place you'd expect to find a "superstar". Its name implies somewhere you'd only really want to step into when it's raining; coloured plastic glasses have the effect of making the lager look blue. Of course, Har Mar isn't really a Superstar just yet, but the former Harold Martin Tillman is greeted with the kind of cheering reserved for England victories and strippers. It's not an inappropriate comparison. Not a man to let the fact that he is balding and overweight get in the way of showbiz, Har Mar bares his paunch in a tassled jacket which hangs over pyjama trousers, giving the appearance of a skirt.

For Elephant Rock he removes his jacket - presumably for illustrative purposes. People could start sweepstakes on the exact number of seconds it takes him to bare his bottom. His routine is expertly tweaked to cater for inebriated hordes. Within 20 seconds we're asked to shout "Oh yeah," and respond to a call of "I am so sexy."

With his thinning thatch diminishing further with sweat, he looks like a demented stockbroker. However, musically he's too often caught with his pants down as successive pastiches of 70s disco form a pallid backdrop. Although he's certainly a trouper, there's a point where you realise that if you strip away the irony, Har Mar is little different from the numerous Sam Fox/male stripper/wet T-shirt ritual humiliation turns served up in clubs like the Welly. His peers are not musical but blokes who, after nine pints, prance around in their undies and attempt karaoke. Not wishing to do any seasoned performer a disservice, they generally have better songs.

· At Stealth, Nottingham (0115-958 8484), tonight. Then touring.