P.O.V: You’re a guest at a Punjabi wedding. You’re facing the flashy lights and decks of nephew and uncle DJ duo, Pali and Jay. (Played with nerd vulnerability by Tez Ilyas, and brat swagger by Viraj Juenja, who wrote the comedy play). Outside is Southall, the West London town nicknamed Little India, with the largest Punjabi community outside India. There’s a warm but spiky bro dynamic between Pali and Jay; Uncle Pali is a chai obsessive, a hard working, earnest traditionalist who proudly boasts that his DJ empire made the fourth page on the Google search results. 27-year-old drifter Jay was recently fired from the shisha lounge he was working in and likes chatting up girls at these wedding gigs.
Beyond the bants though, and beneath the loud bhangra beats, lies a story of two males in crisis, facing some universal man troubles and a few uniquely South Asian ones. There are a few Punjabi injokes that would benefit from some kind of audience crib sheet, and some comedy sections are over-milked (like a bad chai). Still, the family tensions and human frailties are well written and acted, and if you wanted an invite to a conga line, you’re in luck.