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Fright Wig invite you to peer beyond the twitching curtains of a moonlit suburbia... Between the ceiling and the skirting board there lies a truth so terrible it straightens pubes and blinds the fly on the wall: these are our neighbours. Meet the murderers, monsters, bloodthirsty bigots and preening perverts of Fright Wig's broken Britain. They're dying to meet you! You'd be insane to miss it; you'll be insane if you don't. "The stuff of which cults are made" (Chortle) "This is what the crisis in mental health funding really looks like" (Broadway Baby)