Star rating: *** Scene setting is a bit of a luxury on the Fringe, where the general practice is in, out and shake it all about quickly in between. So the glacially unfolding but eye-catching intro to this show might give an impression of impending minimalism. In fact it's the calm before the dance storm. Presently, our asses are claimed by a bossy, bewigged vision strutting among us and rustled onto the floor. At which point, the carefully choreographed on-stage action, all tinsel skirts - that's just the guys - and cardboard guitars, almost becomes incidental to the industrial rhythm. The show is just getting really into its vocal and percussion stride when an interval arrives, although as potential party destination of the Fringe it will have few rivals.