August 5, 2025 


One4Review
Novelist, internet sensation and all-round entertainer, Olaf Falafel is a cult institution — in the best possible way. Over a decade of glorious absurdity on the Free Fringe, and somehow, he’s still getting more inventive.In Orange You Glad?, we’re handed a front-row ticket into his brain: a place where thought police replace crowd work, tribal chants about packamaks feel entirely logical, and jokes arrive with the force and frequency of a spud gun loaded with Dali paintings.It kicks off with a wonderfully weird VT — part mockumentary, part philosophy lecture — and you quickly realise this isn’t a show you watch so much as tumble into. There’s an undercurrent of control behind the chaos — a knowing wink in every absurdity — and Falafel somehow makes nonsense feel airtight.The props are perfectly judged: not clutter, not gimmick, but essential parts of the madness. Video segments — often a crutch for lesser comics — are used properly here: every edit hits, every director’s cut lands. One minute we’re watching a squirrel snack, the next it’s a Proclaimers/siren mashup.And genuinely, is there anyone else on the Fringe who could drop references to ’70s stalwarts like Kenny Rogers and Earth, Wind & Fire and have Gen Z teens — who’ve clearly never heard of them — wheezing with laughter? Doubt it.There’s brilliance in the misdirection. You’re constantly led up the most ridiculous garden path and then clobbered with a punchline so gloriously stupid it borders on the spiritual. That’s the Falafel effect: you know you’re being tricked, and you’re delighted anyway.And just when it feels like too much, along comes a “brain sorbet” — a perfectly timed reset that lets the room breathe before diving headfirst into the next wave of joyful idiocy.There’s something old-school here, but also something very now. Olaf Falafel is proudly chaotic — a man who’s turned stupidity into an art form. Not random. Not lazy. Just perfectly, surgically silly.You will be hard pressed to find a better show in the Fringe. By the end, you won’t quite know what you’ve seen. You might think, “Well, this isn’t Chekhov,” but then again… maybe it is. Just with more packamaks and squirrels. You’ll leave slightly sillier, definitely lighter, and oddly uplifted. In a world this mad, this all-ages-accessible show might just be the therapy we all need.You will be hard pressed to find a better show in the Fringe. Absolutely a blast. Click Here For Review