I have a bone to pick with Ponydance. They are single-handedly responsible for the horrific 90s Bloodhound Gang hit Animal going round in my head for the last 24 hours. You know the one – ‘You and me baby ain’t nothing but mammals so let’s do it like they do on the Discovery channel’. This ‘classic’ opens the company’s short stint at the Fringe, performed with aplomb by Donal Scullion and his raucous all-male band. Three women proceed to grind their way hilariously through the misogynistic (supposedly satirical) song, stripping to leopard-print pants and humping each other, their microphone stands, and the band members. Late night comedy eat your heart out – Ponydance will wipe the floor with you.

Their hour-long show is a series of sketches, the band stoically performing original tunes and re-interpretations (of Patti Smith, The Jackson Five, and Eric Murello, amongst others) as the three ladies and one gent of Ponydance wildly interpret the beats, drawing on pop culture, dance gags, and general silliness. Certain sections are more successfully subversive or impressive than others. A sequence in which the women carry the lead singer around the stage, balancing him in a variety of compromising and genuinely challenging positions, is a highlight. It’s funny, impressive (the singer doesn’t drop a note) and a clever comment on both the male lead in popular music, and the beautiful women who adorn him.

However, although a high-octane response to a Wham! classic draws laughter, its attempt to combat people’s view of the male dancer as gay feels hackneyed and old-fashioned. Similarly, a tennis sequence in which a drummer creates the sound of the ball as the two dancers mime a match is too long and doesn’t push the joke far enough. But it’s all good non-family fun. The performers’ irreverent charm and sheer commitment can’t help but make you smile and not take life too seriously for a little while. And the girls get their own back on the misogyny. The band get to twerk and grind for the playful pleasure of the women – ‘You and me baby ain’t nothing by mammals’… It’s still going round in my bloody head.