ENVOYÉ://:FRAGMENTÉ

In its opening minutes, 'confronting' is probably the best way to describe Brisbane writer and performance artist Matt O'Neill's nude hip hop show, ENVOYÉ://:FRAGMENTÉ. That he's incredibly brave is the sensation that overrides the initial discomfort of seeing him nude, motionless in the middle of the close circle we're forming around him – his request, not ours – and then 'honest', for better or worse, following that.

The man's naked, for starters, which can't be easy. Pursuant to that, he's also rapping: a skill, he freely admits, he's particularly new to. It's clear that O'Neill hasn't yet mastered what he wants to do, but seeing his intentions in their clumsy, pubes-and-all teen-years soon becomes the captivating, endearing heart of what we're experiencing.

The level of awareness Matt has about his strengths and failings isn't completely clear either – and that's despite his constant breaks to huff something self-deprecating. That reads as more of a defence mechanism than genuine self-awareness – but this dissonance adds another layer of fascination; of fleshy, imperfect truth to his show. ENVOYÉ is an artefact of the things that make up a person of his age, delusions and motivations. In that sense it's a completely transparent experience, but that's not necessarily a bad thing, especially when one views the show as a starting point. Matt's age shows, his inexperience shows, and above all his personality shows. But that is the show, blindingly lucid in its self-serious shambles, and its brave, often difficult honesty.