If you are looking to have a riotous fever dream of a time, please see SLUGS. With no idea what I was going into, I fell into an absurdist pit of chaos and colour.

SLUGS is a show about nothing. Nothing at all. Or that’s what they want you to believe. In fact its deep commentary on art, artists, the queer community and the quest to bring back the bonkers to the theatre scene. Think clever puppetry projection, bizarre and sometimes grotesque scenes featuring being nude and some beans (separately), high audience interaction and interjections of electronica. Think of a more adult version of The Mighty Boosh, and you will be somewhere near.

The Creepy Boys have no filter, no boundaries and this is what makes this such a hilarious and bizarre show. It is absurdist at its highest and is so unbelievably funny, you struggle hard to breathe. Kruger and Grummett are a fantastic pair, bouncing off one another and following as one mind into the chaos. Two peas in a pod in every sense, one cannot do without the other to propel their high concept and strange art directly into our faces. They equally have little boundary with us, involving us and not being afraid to offend – luckily, their audience is of the same mind. They are highly energetic and the pace of the show is at its top velocity consistently, one can only imagine the weeks of sleep they need after.

They use every inch of space and multimedia available to them – from basic theatrical and performance art skills, to projection on the back wall where they produce skilled and mad puppetry scenes, as well as climbing into the crowd and across seats, not one bit of the room is unexplored.

SLUGS is almost hard to put into words, but in all the best ways. It is utter brilliance and complete insanity and completely what fringe is about.