Moses Storm has a singular vision: to lead the perfect cult. If anyone should know what a rubbish cult looks like, it’s this guy, given he was born into one that could only attract two other families to join. Storm boasts both an extraordinary name and an extraordinary story. His great-uncle founded the aforementioned doomsday cult that predicted the world would end in 2000 and he grew up street preaching, Westboro Baptist Church-style.

The genius of this show is that the inherent bleakness of his upbringing isn’t addressed head on. Instead, Storm lets the audience extrapolate that for themselves, rather than forcing it down their throats (quite uncult-like of him), leaving room for unadulterated fun throughout. Yes there are gimmicks which won’t be to everyone’s taste, but these add to the profound silliness here, reinforcing Storm’s overall message that cults are objectively daft.

His audience are tasked with helping him construct his ‘perfect cult’. Wine is passed around, mantras are chanted, and faith is tested, all to ensure complete co-operation. Luckily this particular audience commits to the bit, and the anarchic atmosphere takes proceedings to another level. One particular highlight is a presentation of his hilariously depressing crude drawings of pornography from his teenage years, which truly need to be seen to be believed.

Perfect Cult has a very creative ending, and without ruining it, the Pleasance Courtyard patrons trying to quietly enjoy their premium continental lagers receive quite the shock. Although Storm doesn’t achieve his goal of creating a perfect cult by the end, the show itself is definitely on the way to being ideal.

Moses Storm: Perfect Cult, Pleasance Courtyard, until 27 August, 10.20pm.