British surrealist humour is spoiling us of late and Seymour Mace might be its biggest new indulgence. Sh*t Title is a structured bag of nonsense without an ounce of overt slickness. The sort of haphazard event that can only be staged by someone of genuine caliber. In less experienced hands, it could be flimsy and incoherent, in his, it’s a brilliantly messy adventure.
Mace performs with the pedigree of Simon Munnery but the high-energy of Paul Currie. This makes the show a perfectly targeted scattergun of sketches, songs, game shows and an achingly perfect use of prosthetic hands. DIY props mark him out as part of the Fringe furniture and even his observational material is beautifully bizarre.
It may not be perfectly polished yet, frankly it never should be, and not every joke lands but it shows an aggressive level of invention criminally sparse at recent Fringes.
Words: Tom Crosby
Seymour Mace: Sh*t Title, The Stand 2, Aug 4–28 (not 15), 2.30pm