Joel Bray’s Daddy covers a lot of ground in one hour. What starts with a scantily clad Bray laying strewn across a pink candy floss cloud soon descends into a comprehensive dissection of his aboriginal heritage, complete with several dance breaks. Three sets of bleachers face inwards towards Bray who, sporting a short pair of hot pink Lycra shorts, stands out against the black curtain like a sore thumb. He lures the audience into a false sense of security, gently introducing himself to everybody in the room as he asks members of the crowd to participate in menial tasks, like pushing the dancer around on his fluffy cloud and throwing confetti.

The atmosphere doesn’t remain pink and fluffy for too long, though. As the audience are asked to sit on the floor, Bray recounts the difficult life of his father, unveiling a deep-seated indignation with the unjust treatment of Australian Aboriginals. Across an unpredictable 60 minutes, the Wiradjuri choreographer does an excellent job of building tension and conveying his complex emotions in non-conventional ways. Whether you step up to participate in Bray’s zany games (no spoilers) or simply find yourself thinking about the show days later, this forward thinking contemporary dance-theatre piece is almost certain to leave a lasting impression.

Daddy, Summerhall, until 31 August, 10.40pm; picture: Bryony Jackson.