BAD news, daydreaming princesses:Alice Fraser is here to prove that life is a lot less like a Disney flick and a lot more like quantum physics.

Decked out like a supervillain with shoulder-pads for the gods, Fraser challenges the audience to reassess our binary approach to good and evil in an hour of comedy that’s fiery, frank and very funny.

Fraser isn’t afraid to push the audience when discussing social and political issues, and her strong handle on the material means there are some killer punch lines to be enjoyed as we teeter on the edge of our comfort zones. Her approach is intellectual without pretension: the confident ease with which she saunters the stage puts Fraser on a level with the audience, though she’ll occasionally drop into a crouch when addressing the front row directly– just a brief reminder of who’s calling the shots.

Fraser’s not here to condescend, but she’ll suffer no fools gladly. Her openness and ability to call people out of course extends back to Fraser herself: by calling out her own pre-conceived notions or moments of weakness, both comedian and crowd are on the same moral footing.

In among the observer principle and an hysterically silly dairy pun, Fraser weaves a family anecdotal saga that culminates in an emotional gut punch of a finale. Most impressively, it’s sign-posted in such a way that while the significance resonates long after the lights go down, you never see it coming. It’s narrative on stealth mode: coupled with her mastery of the stage and sheer damn likeability, Fraser’s a must for visitors heading to Edinburgh Fringe this month.