The humble spud is rarely associated with outbursts of unchecked aggression, segues into song and dance, and haphazard pop cultural references’and it’s this unique enmeshment of randomness which embodies the madcap hilarity in You Say Potato, I Say Die!

Members of a sell out University of New South Wales Law Revue, the Nice Guys are a four man plus one horse outfit, which embraces madness, satirises corporate skulduggery, and revels in its creation of a nonsensical and surrealist narrative. The Nice Guys derive much delight in showcasing their verbal dexterity (That is to say they are remarkably verbose.)’and their comic virtuosity is best illustrated by their attempts at cerebral humour. Like the majority of university students, they possess a love for acting inappropriately, taking the piss out of everything (Nothing is sacred.), and generally relishing their time under the bright lights. Raucous laughter erupted from the audience (largely comprised of university undergraduates) as severe attacks were aimed at the once revered sport of interscholastic debating; and the English nerds would have had a field day with the Nice Guys’ wilful destruction of the English language, throwing caution, syntax and prose out the window. Rebellious and unapologetically immature at times, the Nice Guys spit in the face of convention, and do a very good job of providing off-the-wall entertainment.

You Say Potato, I Say Die! is a show of anarchic proportions, steered by four punks with a promising future in comedy.