Those keen to find the strangest show in the festival would do well to add Dooda to their list. A cabaret collection of song, dance, and what could loosely be described as comedic performance art, the Dooda ensemble beckon you with grins into their bizarre world and then do their very best to confuse the living daylights out of you.

There are some delightful skits in this show – a ‘black and white history of Australia’ told by hands in a picture frame was particularly amusing, and a combination of classical ballet with cream pies was a match surely made in heaven. The three performers have considerable vocal talents, stage presence and good comic timing. Also the variety of the material is impressive. A complete lack of segues make the shock of the new more enjoyable.

But while strange is good in my book, there is much in the show that veers towards pointlessness. A segment in which one performer played a deafeningly shrieking apron-clad bird while the other impersonated a lamp was particularly mystifying. Lisa, a raucous woman glittering with sequins and singing the wrong lyrics to well-known songs, was a character we didn’t need to see once, let along twice. And the performance-poet character who glories in sexual and violent pretentious poetry was simply repellent.

If you have delicate sensibilities, it may be best to stay away – there’s full-frontal male nudity in here, not to mention an awful lot of talk about genitalia. If, on the other hand, you are not easily offended and have an insatiable desire for the surreal, Dooda could be just the ticket.