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DREAMWEAVERS

★★★

Soho Theatre

DREAMWEAVERS

Soho Theatre

★★★

“a solid sketch show full of silly stuff”

Imagine a machine that puts your dreams on display in the middle of Soho for a hundred or so greedy audience members to peruse and cackle at over a pint. Sounds like a nightmare? Well Siblings Comedy are pitching it as a night out at the theatre!

A colander adorned with coloured fairy lights sits on a stool in the centre of the stage in front of a rack full of lab coats. We’re about to become participants in a clinical trial, with some attendees ominously asked to sign NDAs as they take their seats. The colander is actually a dream reading machine, which the awkward and bumbling scientist Gargle (Marina Bye) has been developing for years. He’s interrupted repeatedly in his introduction by the chaotic sound (Charlie Beveridge) and lighting (Lily Woodford-Lewis) sequence advertising his invention with the gravitas usually reserved for movie trailers. Gargle is supported in his mission by an aggressively chipper intern (Maddy Bye), a hapless long-term work experiencer whose main responsibilities are to bring Gargle back from distracted rants about his personal life and stop him requesting that someone on the front row get him a Five Guys.

Together, this dynamic duo run the clinical trial, sending the helmet to various audience members to reveal what’s inside their sleepy subconscious. Old favourites like not knowing your lines feature alongside whackier examples like a monarch deciding whether to behead or bed her jesters. Many audience members get to have their dreams ‘read’, but are mostly not asked to actively participate. The two lucky attendees who are invited on stage are given a deserved and hearty round of applause for managing to dance with the cumbersome and ill-behaved helmet on.

A rat turned tech freelancer gets a few opportunities to jump in verbally, but it’s just the two writers and performers of Siblings Comedy (real life sisters!) holding fort on stage under Dan Wye’s direction. Their rapport and comic timing as character actors is proven to be fine-tuned as they jump from sketch to sketch, bringing particular absurd hilarity to a pair of squabbling religious healers from the Deep South. Laughs are built up from Gargle’s consistent mispronunciations and the pair’s use of stupidity to argue with stupidity, and the song-writing is impressive in its pacey stacking of jokes. But for a show with the infinite world of dreaming at its fingertips – and a promise of the surreal – it erred on the side of predictable. You could see the cruder punchlines from a mile off, particularly the ones about unexpected appearances from Grandma. ‘Corpsing’ was relied on a little too soon and too frequently, so that in a few instances it felt like we were waiting for them to stop laughing, rather than the other way around.

It’s a solid sketch show full of silly stuff, and navigated confidently by the cast, but for a show about subconscious illusions there’s something truly bizarre missing.

 



DREAMWEAVERS

Soho Theatre

Reviewed on 25th February 2026

by Jessica Hayes

Photography by Dylan Woodley


 

 

 

 

DREAMWEAVERS

DREAMWEAVERS

DREAMWEAVERS

PHILOSOPHY OF THE WORLD

★★★★

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

PHILOSOPHY OF THE WORLD

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

★★★★

“It’s a thrill to watch, genuinely hilarious at times”

A key memory of In Bed With My Brother’s last Fringe show, Tricky Second Album in 2019, was the rumour that they had failed their risk assessment and had to cancel the first three performances. Naturally, this only made it one of the hottest tickets of the festival, and it lived up to the hype. Loud, chaotic, and dangerous, their work gleefully dismantles both dramaturgical and health-and-safety rule books.

After a few years away, they return with what they tell us is going to be a more traditional show, a biographical take on “the best worst band of all time” The Shaggs, and their 1969 album Philosophy of the World (we just can’t mention this to Tom Cruise who owns the rights). We’re told to expect a classic three-act structure, with the trio playing the Wiggin sisters and hired actor Nigel Barrett as their father and stage manager. But tradition doesn’t last long, and predictably, chaos sets in.

The first act covers the story: Dorothy, Betty, and Helen Wiggin (Nora Alexander, Dora Lynn and Kat Cory AKA “In Bed With My Brother”) are pushed into forming a band after their father is told by a fortune teller they will become famous. They work relentlessly, eventually producing an album mocked on release. We as the audience boo and jeer on cue, some of us cast as various townsfolk.

But then Austin dies. What follows is an attempt to escape. Barrett as Austin returns again and again as a ghost, trying to get control of things, but each time he’s killed in varying levels of bloody and violent ways; on one occasion beaten to death, on another impaled by a microphone stand, blood dripping from his mouth.

Part of the show’s brilliance is its ability to make the violence seem so real. And part of that is because much of it is: Drums really are thrown forcefully onto the stage; a can of cola really does explode in the audience. And it’s the chaos and seeming spontaneity of these moments that makes some of the deaths seem themselves genuinely violent. It’s frankly a relief to see the brilliant Ruth Cooper-Brown credited as fight director to know that they were in fact all safe. At one point a cigarette is nearly lit on stage (which is an absolute no-no in Scotland thanks to the 2005 Health and Social Care Act). It’s genuinely hard to tell how far they’ll go though, with the finale of their last show seeing them threaten to burn the night’s ticket income.

Beneath the mayhem lies a pointed question about making art under imposed structures, whether patriarchal or otherwise, and how those in power dictate the work we’re “allowed” to make. It also feels like they’ve been working through some stuff as a company; trying to figure out what their next move is and what sort of work they want to make next.

It’s a thrill to watch, genuinely hilarious at times, though it feels, ironically, a little too safe. Tricky Second Album was terrifying; here, moments of sincerity, even tenderness, creep in before being shattered by gunfire. Are they chasing something they can’t quite reach? Or has this very show been shaped by restrictions they could not rebel against? Still, few companies match their brand of anarchic theatre, and it’s going to be interesting to see where their next phase of evolution takes them.



PHILOSOPHY OF THE WORLD

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

Reviewed on 9th August 2025 at Red Lecture Theatre at Summerhall

by Joseph Dunitz

Photography by Alex Brenner

 

 

 

 

 

PHILOSOPHY OF THE WORLD

PHILOSOPHY OF THE WORLD

PHILOSOPHY OF THE WORLD