Watching Sam Simmons perform is like having a volley of swearing, soda-can shaking, hip gyrating, taco smashing, party-popper explosions go off in your head. Sam Simmons and The Precise History Of Things is an absolute mind-trip of colourful, visually noisy hilarity, a voyage through the wonderfully offensive and non-PC mind. While it probably won’t be to everyone’s taste (says Simmons to young lady in front row: ‘I bet you didn’t think it would be like this, did you?’) it is certainly one of the best shows I’ve seen in this year’s MICF so far. Really, my face hurt.

The show revolves around voice over cutaways to random moments happening around the world at that moment, such as a man confusing Mexicans and Eskimos as “Meximos”, and jumps sporadically to the “Dear Sam” segment, as Simmons answers questions written to him from listeners of Triple J radio after Simmons made a call out on air. The questions range from ridiculous to obscene, which Simmons appropriately answers with equally outlandish and unhelpful enthusiasm. Asked of Sam, how does one make friends? Make them, with pinecones; just add hair and a tie.

Things just escalate to new heights from here, as Simmons drags audience members into the gags, places immense importance on a packet on Continental alfredo pasta and likens macaroons to having a My Little Pony shat in your mouth. Crazy? Yes. Funny, definitely.

Simmons’s stage presence and physical comedy is undeniably strong, while the different bits flow from one to another, timed precisely to the backing music and sound effects. Colourful, creepy, entertaining and brilliant, Simmons leaves the audience bewildered, in stitches and craving an Old El Paso taco dinner.