Press and bookers should contact James Ivens.
A new batch of sketches examining the repressive behaviour of vindictive, self-aware smartphones. Plus plenty of unrelated cruelty and daftness. Presented with our usual blend of music, political commentary and anarchy.
Various ‘best of’ and new material nights this year will culminate in the obligatory three week run at the Edinburgh Fringe. For more information or to book a show at your SU/arts centre/squat, please contact James Ivens.
Edinburgh and London 2011
★★★★ HOTLY TIPPED
“they win in a spectacular fashion … Flood have the best British gift in comedy … able to milk a scene for all it’s worth … full of ideas … there are going to be some interesting things on the horizon … they create some hard, funny, and stupid sketches that are well performed … there are going to be some pretty memorable sketches from this group”
—The New Current
“reminiscent of a politicised League of Gentlemen … performances were very impressive … pitch-perfect”
“cruel comedy and a fusion of sketch show, detective story and tragedy … it was quick paced, it was totally different … you will either love this or totally hate it”
“A sinister package delivered to this office contained two cupcakes and an elaborate threatening message addressed to key Scotsman staff in pasted letters cut from magazines. ‘Eat the cakes,’ it reads. ‘Good. Be advised they contain a rare poison. To receive the antidote send a reviewer to…’ The folks behind this are Flood Theatre, who ‘perform unscheduled surgery as a spectator sport’ … The letter is going in a frame; a member of staff has volunteered to taste the cakes.”
The Suicide of the Reverend Lens (with Jokes and Music)
“Flood’s philosophy is the timely and welcome exhortation: ‘don’t just sit in and wank’ … the venue’s incipiently claustrophobic atmosphere aptly set the tone for a journey into Flood’s unsettling, murky and merciless world … their material blends darkly surreal digressions with incisive dissections of socio-political absurdities … Flood deftly take inspiration from the surrealist and satirical work of Chris Morris … the show’s curiously haunting arrangements of prog-rock and indie recall the ambience of Blue Jam … the presiding tone is one of intelligent irreverence, avoiding both gratuitous puerility and the laboured haranguing which plagues much overtly political comedy, edged with a fine sense of the absurd and grotesque … Flood is an engaging and important new arrival”
¹ In an unrelated development, this reviewer now works for us as a writer.