As the audience files in past burning candles and photos of the deceased, a sniffing woman thanks us for coming, from underneath a black lace veil. Trays of sandwiches for the mourners are cleared before we’re treated to a static trapeze display by the obscenely toned and tall Jarred Dewey in black porn heels and a satin slip. Writhing in camp anguish and wrapping himself expertly around ropes like a tortured drag pretzel, he draws controlled gasps from the crowd before gracefully dismounting.

Olivia Porter plays his creepy ghost twin, a brattish and sinister sibling with violent tendencies and a sugary smile. The double act spend time in purgatory together, playing twisted parlour games with a 1950s voiceover for instructions. Balloon modelling and pass-the-parcel take on a macabre spin, as if Wednesday Adams and Stanley Kubrick were the party planners. A demented music box and pitch-shifted version of ‘Unchained Melody’ add to the sublime soundtrack for their Frankenstein hybrid of horror movies, circus and drag. Porter’s cabaret keepie-uppie routine of juggling balls is an amazing display of athletic precision while their joint routine to Adele’s ‘Hello’, featuring tiny dolls’ heads, neon body paint and strobes is a deranged gothic triumph. 

Party Ghost, Assembly Checkpoint, until 27 August, 2.55pm.