Review by Mika Tsoi
Treleaven has manic theatrical energy shimmering like an aura off his suit. He uses it to examine and mock the poles of inner city middle class white guy blues (hipster posing, ineffectual self-congratulatory activism refrain) and Mt Isa mine working, pie inhaling, punctuation mangling gentlewomen. It all comes as a shock to the stand up expecting audience. But Treleaven is an ideas man, and I particularly enjoyed torture coffee, not to mention scare clown. Some of those ideas come out in a spectacular rant, alone worth the price of entry. If you want to laugh but still be a little afraid, see Treleaven.