Andrew Sheridan is probably hoping to draw comparisons with Harold Pinter but this dystopian nightmare is closer to the work of Philip Ridley or Sarah Kane.
Just as we thought that in-yer-face had been consigned to history forever, Sheridan has written an hour-long drama that pays homage to the genre, even down to the rats and removal of eyes.
As a denuded, post-apocalyptic world nears its end, at least in a human sense, we have the good fortune to come across Alex Austin’s Edward, one of the last men on earth.
Across an hour in this winner of the IdeasTap Underbelly Edinburgh Award, we witness two encounters both involving a pair of boots and plastic football.
In the first, he discovers some humanity in ageing bovver boy Raffety (sic), Ben Lee.
The latter’s place is subsequently taken by Richard Evans as ageing, sightless Bleach, another nasty piece of work.
The men talk at length, rarely saying anything coherent, in a play that might just be a work of genius, but then again…