It’s great to see Christopher Brett Bailey’s helter-skelter monologue back where it began at Ovalhouse in the season that marks the venue’s final days in this location before it moves to Brixton. Bailey is best known in the UK for his work with Made in China, but this absurd road movie of the soul, cut with a razor wit and bubbling paranoia, is a major achievement. Not least for Bailey’s astonishing dexterity in delivering the verbal gymnastics but also for the audience’s grit in surviving the onslaught. Expect a chain-smoking mouse, decapitations, confessions of murder, and impalement on a cactus. And hold on, it’s one helluva a bumpy ride. Exhilarating too.
A prime slice of surrealist trash, an Americana death trip and a dizzying exorcism for a world convinced it is dying... A motor-mouthed collage of spoken word and storytelling. Tales of paranoia, young love and ultra-violence. From the desk of Christopher Brett Bailey comes a spiralling odyssey of pitch-black humour and nightmarish prose. With echoes of Lenny Bruce, William Burroughs, beat poetry and B-movies. Age recommendation: 16+