You know the kind of day where you take a massive amount of Class A drugs and then deliberately try to freak yourself out by paying various people to abuse you in your vulnerable, drug-addled state?

So someone might gaffer tape themselves to the ceiling and spend the day blowing softly on the top of your head as you stagger past and then whispering secrets about ex-girlfriends and their forbidden love for garden gnomes. Or someone else might take all your biscuits out of the tin and replace them with reproduction garibaldis that spell out rude words in currents.

This Odd Cast is a bit like that kind of day. It messes with your mind, it giggles to itself a lot and then starts singing, lustily and unexpectedly before revealing things about your girlfriend that you probably didn’t ever want to know.

It’s crazy like a fox, smooth like an onion, it plays by its own rules and doesn’t apologise for knowing you better than you know yourself. It’s what happens when social norms no longer apply.

It’s just that kind of show.