Ok, let's get this out of the way at the start. Go buy a ticket for Apocalypse The Musical now. It's the funniest musical ever. Period.
Still here? Not at the box office yet? Shame on you, since if you miss this, you'll be missing one of Fringe's best shows in nearly a decade.
Little Shop of Horrors meets Monty Python in this tale of biblical proportions. Satan convinces God that it's time to start again. Humankind haven't really got much right since Noah, so the end of the world is not only nigh, it's positively overdue.
God and Satan strike a bargain over who sits in the big chair next time around. Whoever amasses the larger army through a single human recruiter wins the pot. God chooses Charlie, a plucky Milkman with a herd of unusually friendly cows to pass blessed milk around, whilst Satan picks Wendy - a whore who is more Natalie Wood than Mae West - to recruit by kissing folk. What ensues is a madcap, hilariously funny and totally unmissable satire, which had me in fits from start to finish. I literally cried.
The cast are phenomenally talented. They belt out bubble-gum musical numbers with wickedly cheeky lyrics, whilst a chorus of cows and nuns dance side-splittingly choreographed routines. The individual performances are outstanding. Christian Carter's facial expressions alone, in his role as Daisy the cow, is comic genius. Mark Stanford's portrayal of Charlie the Milkman is worthy of a West End stage. They can sing, they can dance and they can act. I should hate them. This is a show well worth staying up late to catch.
