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Edinburgh Fringe

We Read Just the Title and We’re Giving 5/5, No Notes.

Crumpled paper card with big black capitals reading We Read Just the Title and We're Giving 5/5, No Notes, and a red balloon held in a hand

Edinburgh Fringe

5/5

Father, Away She Goes!

Narcissist, liar, art-school reject: Sarah Jones is a trainwreck spiralling through hangovers, humiliations, half-truths... & we can’t look away. Superbly-paced, @fatherawayshegoes' caustic wit burns. At 17, Electra Kolb delivers a star-is-born debut, with a stunning climax that leaves us breathless.

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Edinburgh Fringe

4/5

A Stan is Born!

Uprooted from NYC to rural Germany, @alexis_sakellaris turns diva worship into scripture: Céline as gateway, Mariah & Gaga as lifelines, crowd work as communion. Beneath the camp lies loneliness, a relatable catalyst for this journey of radical acceptance. A joyously nourishing self-love letter.

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Edinburgh Fringe

4/5

Stampin’ in the Graveyard

@kisswitness & @elisabettygun drag us down a dystopian, choose-your-own-adventure rabbit hole in this agitated anthem for the not-so-distant apocalypse. With AI-generated scripts, immersive audio, moody scenography & uncannily robotic movement, the post-dramatic form is as juicy as the content.

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Edinburgh Fringe

3/5

Nathan Mosher Is Injured

@nathanmosherisgoodenough ’s stand-up begins stilted, chasing laughs with generic Taco Bell punchlines—but then pivots to confessional. Songs, poetry & psych-ward vignettes joined by abrupt blackouts drop the mask. By the end, it’s not the comedian but the complex human underneath who compels.

Crumpled paper card with big black capitals reading We Read Just the Title and We're Giving 5/5, No Notes, and a red balloon held in a hand

Edinburgh Fringe

3/5

I Killed My Roommate

Confession time: flatmate-from-hell Susie’s dead & Olivia Pickford’s #sorrynotsorry, recounting her “Worst Day Ever” in all its micro-aggressive detail. Brilliantly witty physical gags battle overused V/O, but the fear that life’s little irritants could spark a full-blown meltdown hits hard.

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