Upon arriving at Pembroke New Cellars, I was offered a plastic cup of warm white wine from a carton. Things could only get better and, thankfully, they did. 

Bafflesmash is a wonderfully surreal sketch show, with ideas ranging from penguins complaining about the cold of the Antarctic to the American president attempting to wage war on the sun. What strikes you about this group is the physicality of their performances. In a recurring sketch about police dogs, Tom Fairbairn and Rob Oldham are not just saying the words they've written but they truly inhabit the persona of these dogs. They become police dogs. This physicality also presents itself during a hilarious sketch about the difficulties of battling your way through a crowded club. Jamie Armitage's mime here is something we might expect to see from Rowan Atkinson, it's that good.

This is also a highly intelligent sketch show. One sketch shows an in-depth knowledge of the Chronicles of Narnia – all the while with 'Aslan' perched on a chair – and another has Stephen Gerard correctly quoting a line from Sophocles' Oedipus Tyrannus (complete with line reference!) In fact, this was perhaps the most surreal sketch, featuring a boy dreaming of a football match against flying hippos. Perhaps the cleverest, though, was three Frenchmen discussing in a terrific form of Franglais the terror of the 'opping plopping purple frog. 

If there is one criticism to be made of this show, however, it is that the transitions between sketches often takes quite a long time as the actors move the furniture (a couple of chairs and a table) around the set. This has the effect of losing the momentum that the previous sketch built up, so each new sketch requires a moment to get going again. Rob Oldham is occasionally hard to hear but as a whole the group consists of such good actors – something sometimes missing from other Cambridge sketch shows – who are obviously having such a good time that you can forgive the lack of slickness in the production (for example, using phones to light the stage during scene changes).

About half way through the show, someone says, “We're not amused, Jeff. We are not amused”. I cannot speak for the performers but the audience was most definitely amused. From the words “fizzy quince” onwards, the laughter barely stopped. Without any overarching theme to the sketches, unless you count anthropomorphism or their very surreality itself, this show may at times feel like a barrage of ideas. But when the ideas are this good and this well executed and performed, who cares? You should see this show; you'll find out why the French eat frogs.