Unfortunately Marcus Brigstocke had to drop out, and a replacement was found in the form of the Devil himself. Lucifer, it turns out, is not happy.
Humanity, as Lucifer sees it, is creating too many sins because of our constant moral wranglings. Hell is full and he wants to ‘take back control of his borders’, but not in a UKIP way - even Satan has limits. Over the next hour he proceeds to explain how stupid we are for our evolving ethics.
Politics is Brigstocke’s bread and butter, and there is plenty of satirical content on the agenda. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that Brexit was a big point of discussion.
It wasn't just politics to face Brigstocke’s acerbic critique, the whole of society was under a microscope, representing with ease just how crazy we have become with rules, and the inconsistencies in which we judge.
Plastic straws? You're going to hell.
Manspreading? You're going to hell.
Being a homosexual? Good news, the rules have been relaxed and you're now probably fine!
Sex, and sexual politics came up frequently, and although not contributing anything new to the discussion, it was important that the conversation was happening. Harvey Weinstein, you'll be unsurprised to hear, is definitely in hell.
Staying in character throughout, the decision to represent the Devil himself was a bold one, and one that didn’t always work. There certainly was a sense that Brigstocke was still testing the waters of his character - trying to find out what the limits are, and flexing his comedic muscle.
Even through it’s dryer moments, you could see the sharp wit shine through, with an off-the-cuff comment setting the show back on the right path. It's a show that I imagine will only get better as it continues through its run, but at the time of review it still felt like it was finding its feet.