Teesside’s silliest billy, Scott Turnbull lights up a Summerhall basement in this projection-based hour of absurdist comedy. The show is a succession story of sorts: Turnbull seeks to preserve the legacy of his father by saving the family ‘edutainment’ enterprise from falling under the too-sensible control of one David Wilkes-Booth. The trademark Turnbull blend of education and entertainment, by contrast, is delightfully bizarre. For the education element, his live animations follow loose narratives that might very tentatively be categorised under the theme of social decay, with certain substantial caveats. An animation about youth degradation, for example, inexplicably centres a vampiric-rabbit seductress from Stoke-on-Trent.

This surrealism, combined with some live portraiture, slam poetry and original songs, constitutes the entertainment element which reaches Vic And Bob levels of nonsense. Yet the absurdity is anchored by a grief that feels surprisingly real. Turnbull’s spotlit chats with his father reveal a man still navigating loss while trekking the complicated paths of familial legacy, inheritance and preservation. It makes for a mellow ending that nevertheless manages to retain a lightness as Turnbull narrates the story of his birth: in a goldfish bowl, hatched from a glowing red orb, naturally. This is some crafty, unexpectedly moving, tomfoolery. 

Scott Turnbull Presents… Surreally Good, Summerhall, until 25 August, 11.20am; main picture: Mel Butler.