Weird art is alive and well at the Fringe. The moment a performer in a balaclava, ultra short-shorts, and an I <3 Berlin shirt walked out of the theatre to stare down the line like a bouncer, I knew some strange shit was about to go down.

This is not quite like anything I’ve seen this year. I actually didn’t read the premise going in. I added the show after reading hundreds of show descriptions back in July and, by the time I exhaustedly reached this listing, figured the title sounded cool and the synopsis mentioned clowning and that was good enough for me.

There wasn’t a moment in this show where I could’ve confidently predicted where it was going. The physical performance is actually bonkers good. I was endlessly impressed by the two leads. The tech they use is genuinely novel and impressive, particularly the speaker setup. At some points I laughed so hard I startled myself. I was confused most of the time but really enjoying myself being confused. The end is too abrupt for me, although maybe that’s appropriate given how jarring almost every bit in this show is.

I can see this show being very divisive with audiences. I was lucky to be part of a fairly young crowd who had great energy and was buying into it. There is no one on earth who could see this show and call it broadly comedic or targeted towards a wide audience, and for that at least I have to give kudos.