A Spanish feast of sharp physical theatre; quirky, absurdist musings and unfathomable ridiculousness is the order of the day from Catalonian company, Atresbandes. This is a show that certainly yells out for attention. It creates a blisteringly accurate portrait of wrecked relationships and emotional brinkmanship, with the help of a lot of silliness, a stroppy subtitle translator and a creepy manifestation of one’s inner conscience with a balaclava. Whilst sometimes leaping into the downright crude, in its finest moments ‘Solfatara’ is anything but. In this barmy place where puff pastry, lemon air freshener and Mozart played on a synth somehow make eye-opening and even perfect poetic sense, you’ll find a beautifully novel and terrifically bonkers new show.

Summerhall, until 25 Aug (not 8, 15), 8.00pm.
tw rating 4/5 | [Katharine Wootton]