Paul Currie: Trufficle Musk at Edinburgh Fringe 2019 – unpredictable, slightly inspiring and confusing
Locals and frequenters of the Fringe will know that ‘The Hive’, as a venue, is not the most inspiring or even clean of places. Yet it served as the perfect stage for Trufflicle Musk, Paul Currie’s absurdist gem.
When initially surprised by a man with a full-face helmet made of flowers asking if I could, and I quote, “smell the depression”, I initially thought I had walked into a tribute to Ari Asters Midsommar. But once Currie changed into much more appropriate garb – a striped ‘wheres Wally?’ top and huge underwear – the real show truly begun.
Currie expertly darts from topic to topic and skit to skit, not dissimilar to a one-man Monty Python. I feel it to be a quite difficult show to talk about, as the enjoyment comes from its sheer unpredictability, but highlights included literal horse whispering and an excessive love of gloves.
A recurring theme for many shows I have seen this year is that all of them seem to require some sort of moving message – a moral if you will – and Currie’s show is no different. While his musings on gender and society were certainly thought-provoking, they felt almost misplaced, and the breakneck and exciting pace of the show suffered greatly as a consequence.
Ending on a message to ‘just create’, Paul Currie left me feeling quite inspired, but very confused at what I had just seen.