Having finally woken from his slumber, ancient vampire lord the Baron is ready to sample 21st Century New York, and couldn’t even imagine the night to follow

This is the one we’ve been waiting for, ever since Doug Jones’ (Star Trek: Discovery) Nosferatu-like leader was dropped off at the vampires’ apartment in the opening episode. The undead flatmates knew that he was going to be unimpressed with the progress they’d made in gaining dominion over the humans and have tried various unsuccessful schemes to gain a foothold. Their time is now up.

Director Jackie van Beek returns after last week’s hilarious Animal Control, aided by a script by Iain Morris (Flight of the Conchords, The Inbetweeners) which is all A-plot, with none of the characters branching away from the narrative. Jones is having a great time as the Baron, having initially eaten the sound recordist of the documentary crew that films these episodes, and turning up dressed like Eric Roberts’ The Master from the Doctor Who TV movie. ‘Two ruffs don’t make a right’ riffs Nandor, while Matt Berry’s Laszlo remarks that ‘He’s as mad as a wax banana’.

The evening progresses with the Baron attacking an inebriated man (and becoming drunk himself) and propelling himself through the air on a violent jet of vile vomit. They’re all having a lark until Guillermo opens the door the next morning.

Verdict: More cringe-inducing fun from the worst vampires this side of the Staten Island Ferry. It’s a miracle they’ve stayed alive as long as they have. 8/10

Nick Joy