At the beginning of their show, Sh!t Theatre’s Rebecca Biscuit and Louise Mothersole question whether they are still Sh!t Theatre if all their usual elements are missing. This isn’t the same Sh!t Theatre, and they address this fact right away. The duo then recount the story of how they got really into folk music, beginning with a riotous retelling of a visit to a legendary folk club in Yorkshire which eventually burned down. The songs begin, and the audience is encouraged to join in. What follows is a hilarious sojourn into small-town shenanigans, shrooms, a dog called Pawmela Anderson, and a barley crop that keeps dying and coming back. 

With these anecdotes there is an undercurrent of sadness, a palpable but not quite explained feeling of pain. As the stories tie together, it becomes clearer why Sh!t Theatre isn’t Sh!t Theatre anymore. By the end, you realise you’re witnessing something far bigger than a performance; it’s closer to an exorcism of grief. This show is as healing as it is hilarious and embodies an honesty that will leave you in both tears and awe. What’s left of Sh!t Theatre is bigger and better than ever before.  

Sh!t Theatre: Or What’s Left Of Us, Summerhall, until 25 August, 4.45pm.