Jess Fuchs @ Pleasance Courtyard

Scathing, sarcastic and silly, Feral is Jess Fuchs’ hilarious indictment of self-growth in favour of going, well, feral. Fuchs has no time for the awkward laughter of an audience only five minutes into a show; we’re right down in the trenches with her from minute one. As she is keen to inform us, Fuchs is a strong personality, breaking the ice instantly with an attempt to goad the crowd into looking up the man who most recently ghosted her. He’s a lawyer, by the way. This ghosting, she tells us, was the inciting incident for the events which inspired this show: an utterly disastrous girls’ trip with her “woo-woo” best friend to the Titanic museum in Cobh, Ireland.

It was a trip which would leave her with a broken coccyx and a strong affinity for the sunken ocean liner. What is the Titanic, after all, but yet another woman judged for her size and broken under the weight of people’s expectations? It’s these kind of absurd quips that leave you at the end of the hour wanting more, even as your sides ache from laughter.

Twirling her hair and smiling like a flirt, Fuchs is effortlessly confident in front of an audience. At times it’s easy to view her as a friend, the sort you make on a night out, given the immediate familiarity with which she treats her audience. Be prepared for questions, and for a barrage of quick-witted jibes to be thrown your way the moment they pop into Fuchs’ head. It’s a chaotic atmosphere, for sure, but there’s a comfort in knowing that Fuchs has it all under control. Just as you think one joke’s been forgotten about, she brings it back and ties things up in a neat little bow.

It’s safe to say, then, that with a Fringe debut as strong as Feral, Jess Fuchs is smooth sailing towards something really special.

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Jess Fuchs: Feral, Pleasance Courtyard (Bunker Two), until 30 Aug (not 18), 6.55pm, £13.50-15.50