A bubbling, slightly twisted blend of The Mighty Boosh, House of Pain and James Joyce. Call it stream-of-consciousness, messy, uninhibited, art-house disco funk comedy. A two-woman character sketch comedy bonanza featuring a green-eyed wolf who bemoans the death of dial-up internet, touchy-feely Glasto-goers, as well as enjoyable nods to both The Matrix's red pill and the Police's red light. s5r3n