Be prepared for a show that is so all-over the place you won’t know what day it is, what to expect next, or if the voices in Evan Jones’s head are real or not. This schizophrenic act, probably quite like of a meander through Evan Jones day, is humble, accessible and addictively entertaining.

That’s what coming to comedy festival is all about’a new experience with someone you wouldn’t invite, for reasons of personal safety, to entertain you in your own home. And, for censorship reasons, someone you would never see on commercial television, even at late night.

But it will always be safe, as Jones quite responsibly offers a range of self help and group therapy options. Take Screaming Therapy, which can be used as a resolution tool in bumpy relationships, or the very voluntary All Male Group Hug, on stage, with sexy name calling.

Jones’s grasp of audience dynamics and his ability to engage in a non-linear way enables this journey through his unique and wholly real internal psycho-scape. At the end, you’ll be left with a few very interesting pontifications on goldfish souls and their roles in exorcismsǃ?