Yeti’s- Demon Dive Bar


Pleasance Courtyard (Venue 33)


3rd Aug-29th (not 17th)



“Welcome to Yeti’s” our hostess slurs in a Southern drawl, setting the scene that introduces a diverse set of characters – all masterfully played by Jennifer Byrne and Vicky Falconer-Pritchard – who will have you laughing, cringing, honking, and eyeball shooting for an hour of stupendously surreal entertainment.  The Yeti may be a woman with a mop on her head, but the DIY aesthetic simply adds to the madcap charm of this immersive show.   Yeti’s: Demon Dive Bar is like discovering your old dress-up box in the attic, inviting that friend your parents never let you play with round and recreating all the characters of your childhood mind but throwing a bit of nun fucking into the mix.


Thankfully, the “bar” narrative is only a very loose thread that lets each character arrive to give their performance.  Frankie Do is a grotesque Russian nun delivering a very Lady Gaga-esque musical performance that makes great comic use of the words “confession box” and “resurrection”, and shows that the songs in the show are just as funny as the comic interludes.  “Monobrow”, an electro-stomper sung by conjoined twins is just as raucous and ensures the mood is firmly set for the whole audience to have a fantastic time.


There is quite a degree of audience participation, with both comedians using impeccable comic timing to create well-humoured awkwardness for their victims.  The show starts on a peppy high but somehow still manages to deliver the two highlights of the night in the second half of the show when a disembodied head drops some beats and performs some magic tricks.  If you’ve never seen a floating head do techno before well now is your chance to do so.


However, it is the Yeti who, during a flashback to a broken childhood and while straddling an audience member lovingly named Lumberjack due to his shirt choice, who gives this show it’s delectable climax.  Soundtracked by 80s movie themes, a meandering dream about a dolphin, and a shockingly hilarious denouement that no one saw coming, it gives Yeti’s: Demon Dive Bar a melodramatic moment camper than anything Douglas Sirk ever made.


The show ends with a murder, and a Yeti upset that the audience did not get to see the “slick” show they may have expected.  Don’t listen to her though, this show is a finely-crafted bombardment of fun – just think twice before eating the popcorn.

David Mcneil