Show Rating:

Oh dear. Two unfunny girls have got hold of a dressing-up box, some weak innuendo and a glut of shameless chutzpah to create a series of screeching, irritating, two-dimensional characters in the name of Fringe entertainment.

They’re the sort of people you see trudging the Royal Mile every day, in silvery dresses, angel wings, rabbit ears and a few daft props in a desperate bid to get attention. In the street you can walk on by, but in a venue, it’s a lot harder to ignore their ‘look at me’ wackiness.

The vague idea is that they are two angels with dirty minds sent back to earth to draw up a list of seven new deadly sins; which is a way of linking sketches as flimsy as those fancy-dress-store wings.

Each scene features some wacky grotesque, some familiar – such as the evangelical virginity-promoting life coaches screaming slogans at you – others more surreal, like the French rabbit with a pathological hatred of carrots.

The main thing to link the characters is the fact that they’re nowhere near as hilarious as the SlipperyFish duo seem to think they are. They spout lines line ‘it’s more stimulating than Nancy Reagan in a body harness’ which have the format of something funny, but aren’t, as if written by a computer with a template, but no concept of humour.

There really is nothing here to hold the interest. The best I can say is that one of them, Charlie, has some stage charisma, but that only damns her partner by comparison. These lascivious angels offer a taste of hell – their loud show on continuous loop.

Reviewed by: Steve Bennett