Holly Burn seems to think she has provided us with something we have always wanted: the chance to join a private members club. As we enter the cavernous, underground room we are welcomed to ‘The H Club: Edinburgh’s least exclusive private members club.’ However, due to the room choice the club has more of a cult-like feel than anything else.
Throughout the show Holly introduces a number of the existing members of the club, such as the danger lover who’ll happily roll around in petrol that she has spilt on the floor and the rabbit of regret on his death bed. All characterisations come with a generous helping of ridiculous props and things do get rather messy onstage - and in the front row of the audience.
Completely off the wall, Holly Burn is an acquired taste and can easily divide an audience. Some sketches are a little drawn out but all are overflowing with her signature slapstick silliness. The H Club is for you if you are a disgraced member of another private members club, have previously been too poor to join one yourself or just love being surrounded by other people who share your taste for undeniably energetic surrealism.
