Slapdash Galaxy is a mess, and not just a kitsch, Fringe mess; an actual mess. The man responsible emerges from a spaceship carrying jerry-rigged smoke cannons, bubble machines, with puppets strapped to all of his limbs, and climbs over the audience projecting a story of ‘two brothers’ flying across space in the style of a 1950s Looney Tunes cartoon, all set to freak-folk. Monsters are destroyed, spaceships explode, and somehow shadow puppets are made to cry. The story’s structure is as messy as the stage but no one cares because it’s magic. One young boy in the front row burst out of his seat into a lone standing ovation at the end, and I caught myself grinning at intervals throughout.
Underbelly Cowgate, 2-26 Aug (not 13th), 1.00pm
tw rating 4/5 | [Thom May]