★★★☆☆ The Record, one of nine pieces 600 Highwaymen have created since 2009, veers towards being a kinetic art installation, brought to life by 40-plus Bristolians of all ages, sizes and backgrounds. Theatre it certainly is too, but with more of an existentialist, minimalist approach that can, at times, be both hallucinatory and mesmerising . . . Strangers on stage, strangers in the audience, we find ourselves contemplating each other as souls looking for connection.

A young man with a hideously disfigured face has become a member of a travelling show. One day he removes his bandages and discovers that the sight of his injuries has a strangely transformative effect upon his audience. They become happier, more caring and more fulfilled, but he remains tormented by the need to discover how he came to be so cruelly scarred. Who did this to him? . . . Last night’s performance received a well-deserved standing ovation. This is a must-see show.

A play which owes as much to Menander’s Dyskolos (via Roman copies) as well as the author’s own eventful twenty three years and (unsurprisingly in a first play) a bagful of other influences, whilst mixing comedy of manners with comedy of humours, nonetheless manages to show something of the talent of the new kid on the block as he puts his own spin on the age old problem of the course of true love and the impediments thereto.