Nearly Human, Pleasance Dome (Venue 23) * * *
The results are often beguiling, occasionally earnest, a bit bonkers and uniquely Fringey. Inevitably, a concept album is in the works.
There is a gentle theatricality to the way the musicians position themselves, how they physically overlap as well as intertwine musically. They begin with delicate harmonies and twinkling xylophone, creating a beatific barbershop meditation on the micro and the macro, which resolves into a babble of statistics on the molecular make-up of mankind.
Then the brass kicks in, bringing a euphoric blast of energy, and the group ride that freewheeling dynamic, transporting the audience with them through the joyous, catchy pop chorale My Word, the minor-key marvel of Squashing Pennies, a literal trombone duel, the mellow, hippyish trill of flute on Bloodhound and the urgent jazzy cacophony of Fly.
There are stranger things available on the Fringe but this is a curve-ball worth catching.
Until 26 August