Klip describes itself as “a collage of carefully chosen coincidences”. You might read that and think, 'that sounds quite pretentious,’ and it is, as is the show. Klip is the kind of questionable, over-the-top performance art normally saved for a third year Drama degree show that is monumentally mocked for years to come. However, if you are pining for the glory days Stewart Lee expertly described in his 2012 article on the death of the Edinburgh Fringe then Klip is the show for you.

A cacophony of colour and sound and odd props and frantic vignettes make up this near impenetrable show; but impenetrability is the point.

In his piece for the Guardian, Lee describes a Fringe show from in 1993 which involved “One man vomiting mayonnaise into a circle while a woman shows slides of clouds” and proclaims it is shows like this that are the true Edinburgh Fringe and are worth “50 Live at the Apollo wannabes”. This almost perfectly sums up Klip. I can't imagine it having much commercial success in any other setting than Summerhall's Dissection Room during a rainy August but you've got to give it to them – it's really like nothing else out there.

A cacophony of colour and sound and odd props and frantic vignettes make up this near impenetrable show; but impenetrability is the point. A projection at the beginning warns that any comprehension of what is happening is coincidental and unintentional. They do, admittedly, present some ideas which are reasonably understandable (which almost feels like a failure on their part when positioned within the context of the rest of the show). A woman's nervous deconstruction of the well-worn phrase “come back to mine and I'll show you a good time” is an amusing monologue and is oddly reminiscent of a Stewart Lee gag.

For the most part, however, this show is a thrillingly confusing dreamscape of nonsense and non-sequiturs.It will divide audiences and probably lead to many gesticular arguments regarding its contents and hidden meanings: ‘What about that leg of cured meat? That headless chicken? The yellow lorry bit? It must all add up to something.’ Maybe it does or maybe the cast of Klip are having a huge joke at our expense as we try to decipher their idiosyncratic creation. Whatever the hidden meaning, if there is one, it eluded me - but the experience will stay with me for some time.

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The Blurb

Award-winning theatre from Denmark, combining performance, dance and live music. An exquisitely orchestrated descent to chaos reducing audiences to both laughter and tears. We enter a strange, tightly choreographed world assembled from randomly generated material. We then witness this world being violently clipped to pieces in a unique form of live collage. 'Greatly entertaining from start to finish. Played with a glint in the eye and lots of humour' ***** (Kulturkongen.dk). 'Funny, provocative, disturbing and visually inventive, with moments of great beauty, Klip is an affecting and unforgettable live experience'. Awarded the Danish Arts Foundation Special Prize (2012).