When Sam Kruger and SE Grummett commit, they truly commit. The Canadian clown duo previously set themselves apart with their adolescently anarchic 2023 show Creepy Boys. But Slugs takes the pair’s boundary-pushing art-comedy to the extreme. Oozing onto stage as ghastly, outsize gastropods, viscously vomiting up all manner of paraphernalia, it’s a solid visual metaphor for the abrupt manner in which they share everything over the course of this hour.

Ostensibly a show about nothing (‘absolutely nothing’, they strenuously maintain), the troubled but uninhibited duo plot a feverish intensity through throbbing techno, strangulated vocoder, lo-fi but ingenious animation, and exhibitionist, knockabout physical performance. The outside world might be in a horrifying state but Slugs are drastically averting their eyes, adamantly refusing to be defined by anything beyond their room, despite the world’s insistence on them applying labels to themselves.

Playing with gross-out humour, untrammelled sexuality, their own relationship and status as performers, they’re intensely corporeal, while their musical bursts have a crazed and catchy insistence. You palpably feel Kruger and Grummett’s chemistry as much as observe it. Witty too, with the Beckettian nightmare of their alienation leavened by a capricious freedom to be silly within its confines, making for an infectious display.

Creepy Boys: Slugs, Summerhall, until 25 August, 9.15pm; main picture: Mat Simpson.