Reviews
‘It's seldom that a moment of live performance on stage really shocks or transforms you. But it happens during this cartoon helter-skelter monologue created by Christopher Brett Bailey in best rantin beat-poet style. It's an absurd road movie of the soul cut with a razor wit and bubbling paranoia… An extraordinary experience… A tsunami of language… Bailey's delivery is an awesome display of verbal gymnastics. He is a mesmerising, mouthy athlete, all tongue-twisters and mobile lips’ Guardian
‘Blisteringly brilliant, a staggeringly eloquent piece of work.' Scotsman
‘A production that is as unique as it is moving, as it is disturbing… Amidst the no-holds-barred analysis of our bleak and hypocritical society there is beautiful humour. Bailey’s dark and morose take on the open road sojourn has great heart within the poetry… filled with grand insight and macabre farce. One can’t help but laugh, whilst also feeling uncomfortable… This is not merely a must-see, but a theatrical rite of passage’ A Younger Theatre
'Like absolute horror and total acceptance colliding' Exeunt
'Dirty and bloody and totally fucking exhilarating… Theatre you feel in your gut and on your skin.' Catherine Love
'Really shocks or transforms you…achingly hip and frighteningly savage…an extraordinary experience.' Lyn Gardner, Guardian
'A glorious piece of work and about as good as Fringe theatre gets' Female Arts
'A visceral, world-burning piece …a brutal, vital, incredible show.' Total Theatre
'A bold title. A simple premise. A raving monologue. A twisted fantasy. A hurricane of lyrics. A dark, venting, ragingly brilliant piece of theatre' TV Bomb
