Were consuming hallucinogenics a somehow guaranteed fully risk-free, fuzzy-happy excursion from reality – recommended for kids, even, in kind of the same way as a shot of whisky in milk was once deemed an acceptable cold remedy for youngsters – it’d be a little like this solo show by Noel Fielding.
Or “Old fantasy boots,” as he describes himself, during an establishing straight stand-up section at the start, where comedy’s glam Peter Pan struts around the stage in Cuban heels, tousling his hair, grumbling about the troubles of being a man-child the wrong side of 40, all the while wearing a pair of spray-on tight jeans few men over 40 would dare try and pour themselves into.
When the trip begins proper, it’s typically Fielding-esque cheerful farce, featuring one familiar face from The Mighty Boosh (the Moon) and several familiar faces from his E4 sketch show Luxury Comedy.
More Mighty Boosh, less Luxury Comedy would, in short, probably have been more satisfying across the piece
A whodunit of sorts unfolds, as Fielding is ostensibly kidnapped, with the suspects ranging from a triangular man who has been having an affair with Fielding’s fictional wife (played by his regular sideman Michael Fielding, his brother), to his understudy in Zorro costume Antonio Banderas (played by Tom Meeten) to the Moon’s nasty nemesis the Dark Side of the Moon (you can probably see the looming Pink Floyd joke from space).
The laughs come on with inconsistent force. For every bent-double howl at Fielding’s chicken man tip or the bit when he spontaneously chases a woman on her way to the loo down the aisle only for her to turn round and give him a hug, there’s a spell of ditzy tedium (perhaps a full half-hour could be trimmed off the show’s length without being missed).
There’s plenty that Noel Fielding seems to brazenly gets away with – dodgy Chinese accents, jokes about Jimmy Savile and Rolf Harris – on simple grounds of being Noel Fielding, a comic with a self-styled “easy charm which mums like”, capable of offending only rabid cynics with his vain joie de vivre. Which is to say nothing of the fart gags, and a very literal climax to the show involving a giant foam penis strapped to a gormless audience member.