The Queen has just played a gig with 1977 punk band The Smell. Things may not be quite right…

This is the most fun I’ve had with this show all season. From the opening through Ray’s heroically bad cockney accent to the ending, the style and tone shift constantly but the show nails every single one. Ray, the most buttoned up white man in history, becoming a punk is flat out hilarious and Brandon Routh clearly relishes getting to flex his comedy muscles. Plus the A plot gives us some welcome nuance as this week’s fugitive (we’re not using ‘mythteries’ Ray, I’m sorry) is surprisingly nice and well adjusted.

That’s what makes what happens to her so shocking. This is a big Constantine week as John, in short order, finds the mother he never knew, discovers the grandfather paradox applies to bollock kicking and lobotomizes the shapeshifter. She isn’t happy, neither are we but the magician has an agenda all his own and it’s one he hints at when Zari comes to find him. His past is catching up…

We have no idea which one of the laundry list of victims is chasing him down. We also don’t know how he and Zari got to Liverpool and back inside a day in 1977 (time door? Time door). And we certainly don’t know if the Queen or monarchy ever recovered from this incident. None of which matters.

Verdict: What does matter is that this episode is a 4 note guitar solo of sheer exuberant, ridiculous, big hearted fun.  10/10

Alasdair Stuart