Four For Jericho

Four For Jericho

'Israel/Palestine'. 'Tongue firmly in cheek'. Yeah. Re-read it if you have to. Tall order, eh? A difficult path to navigate just writing a play that doesn’t come out a little bit antisemitic, anti-muslim, Zionist, Orientalist, anti-Western, pro-Western or just muddled... 

Alternotive A Cappella

Alternotive A Cappella

Walk up and down the Royal Mile and, should your legs not buckle and splinter beneath the glut of flyers somehow in your hand, chances are you walked past two or three a cappella groups doing their best Glee impressions... 

Dusk Rings a Bell

Dusk Rings a Bell

Dusk Rings a Bell has a glaring and, well, annoying, problem: it thinks it’s far cleverer than it actually is. It imparts knowledge as a substitute for intelligent writing, unaware that intelligence is the ability to use this knowledge to create something from it, even if that something is just to show you‘ve understood it... 

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

The Portobello Youth Theatre is made up of schoolchildren aged 8-13 and it’s great that a youth theatre is allowed the chance to get Fringe theatre experience. The effort from all the performers is not to be doubted... 

Ian Billings: Dumbs Up!

Ian Billings: Dumbs Up!

Ian Billings was one of the writers behind Chucklevision. Sneer if you want. Chucklevision's been running since 1987 and it wouldn’t be if Billings didn’t know what he was doing: he makes kids laugh... 

Shylock

Shylock

Shylock! Shelach! Shakespeare's looming, incredible, irritated, wounded, evil(?) and only Jewish man in all his works. Sorry. I'm forgetting Tubal. Guy Masterson, as Tubal/the actor playing Tubal, this piece's sole performer, will not let you forget Tubal... 

Lach's Antihoot

Lach's Antihoot

In the bowels of the Gilded Balloon, in a sticky nightclub still feeling a violent hangover from the late 90s, New York muso-comic Lach curates the finest showcase of the Fringe's freelancers, locals and those seeking somewhere to test their new material... 

The Rainbows' End

The Rainbows' End

What kind of child do you own/have you had dumped on you for the Edinburgh Festival? A boy? A girl? Not sure because it's hard to tell under that fringe it's got? Perhaps you've got more than one, who have interests so bloody-mindedly and wildly different that you have the world’s definitive definition of ‘contrary’? 'The Rainbow's End' packs in so much, with such style and lip-smacking energy, your children won't have time to register objections and by the end won't want to... 

Gasping for Home

Gasping for Home

The American Dream is gleefully constructed and subsequently smashed to pieces in this colourful physical theatre performance which features live music, singing and dancing. Gasping for Home is a shallow exploration of the plight of the law-abiding foreigner in the face of US immigration policy... 

Lloyd Langford: The Cold Hard Facts of Life

Lloyd Langford: The Cold Hard Facts of Life

What did Lloyd Langford want for his birthday? Who knows. I know he didn’t want an audience of lads and lasses pissed enough to start a loud trilateral diplomatic incident on the cobbles of Krakow or wherever it is people celebrate their monogamy nowadays... 

Shakespeare Bingo: Titus!

Shakespeare Bingo: Titus!

Shakespeare, you say? With bingo? Such subversion excites me. I am given a free glass of wine as soon as I arrive. Things are looking good, I think to myself. This is a company that knows how to please a reviewer... 

Nick Pynn

Nick Pynn

Slip into the shadow of the castle. Pass the revellers in the West End. Don’t make eye contact. Enter through an unassuming door and skitter up the 73 steps to Inlingua, Edinburgh... 

The 'Agent, Stylist and PA Wanted' Show - Free

The 'Agent, Stylist and PA Wanted' Show - Free

Amrik Virk looks like a laugh to be with. He has a non-threatening face, and a switched-on and conscientious manner - as young men go. Gosh, he even has a sweet smile. Leaving the steampunk cavern of Maggie’s Chamber at Three Sisters, if you’ve not split your soul to make horcruxes, you’ll find it tricky looking into his deep eyes and refusing him a donation for his Free Fringe performance... 

The Mole Who Knew it Was None of His Business

The Mole Who Knew it Was None of His Business

At the age of four, poo is funny. Poo is the absolute funniest thing in the world, even above tall people falling over and Daddy blowing wet raspberries on your tum-tum. It is funnier than wee-wee...