What do a toy water pistol, life size slug and a guilty penis have in common? Nothing. In this show about the search for a mindless hour of good old fashioned fun, we unearth skronky pathos, nihilist despair and skits that make you laugh until you wheeze.
The talented Creepy Boys (Sam Kruger and SE Grummett) bring a surreal, sweet and strange puppet show with homemade films and props, then skilfully let it derail into a sweaty anxiety dream. Their warm chemistry glues it all together, their nutso humour always keeps it real and, based on their clumsy-amazing plot line, they have clearly sat through plenty bad performance art shows in their time.
They get that audiences are maxed out with trauma popping up in comedy, they realise doomscrolling never fills the void and they love a good belly laugh as much as the next man. Especially if it’s a trans man. Their injokes about the media industry and trans politics work just as well as the cute stuff about a horse called Clip Clop or a Eurotrash song about Donald Duck. For a show obsessed with nothing, this is everything.
A work of messy, knowing, DIY, zeitgeisty genius.
SLUGS, Summerhall, until 25 Aug, 9.15pm