Hans the German took to the stage in typical flamboyant style – overtly loud and donned in a revealing sequinned bodysuit. This was only the beginning of many risqué costume changes and dance moves that would be performed in front of a packed Spiegeltent that night.
It is scarcely to be believed that so much can be packed into a single hour, and yet in La Scala’s presence time stops and you find yourself spellbound.
[EastEnd Cabaret offer] saucy, classy, daring and accessible entertainment that leaves you with plenty to tell your workmates about in the lunchroom the next day.
Love-Song-Circus is powerful, uplifting and gut-wrenchingly beautiful. Noonan gives voice to the long-unspoken stories of the female pioneers of Australian stoicism.
Henry Wagons’ charisma is what really makes this show, so it will be interesting to see how it translates to a studio album. Next time they’re in town, I highly recommend catching their gig. Strap yourself in. Wagons is one helluva ride.
it became apparent that [Craig Hill is] really not a fan of Aussie accents. Or maybe he is, but only as fodder with which to constantly insult the audience. As in, “Your accent couldn’t make you sound more like a knuckle dragger”, or, more simply, “Your accent is mingin'”
The two have obvious chemistry despite the occasional awkwardness, and it’s easy to see that they’re good mates having a laugh. This went down well with the audience, with plenty of laughs gained from their clumsy interactions, weird sounds (including a donkey smoking a bong) and clever lyrics.
Experimental and bizarre circus that is as captivating as Fright or Flight is as rare as hen’s teeth. You will laugh at the parley between the kooky characters. You will be enthralled by the aerial acrobatics and bottle balancing. You will want to buy the soundtrack. And you will definitely want to take these weird creatures under your wing.
Even without the notion of a theme, Heath Franklin has the natural comic ability to stand up on stage and keep the crowd laughing with his personal anecdotes alone.
Sex with Animals is such an intelligently-paced show that the fascinating insights into animal and human mating, the unexpected reflections on metaphysics and the plain hilarious are so expertly distilled within the show that the serious moments never really feel that out of place, and the funny moments never feel forced.
Glory Box challenges everything the audience thinks they know about burlesque, the art of seduction, and their own limits. In one swoop of a hula hoop, the audience is asking for more, more, more, and the performers give everything they have.
Lords of Strut make you laugh, make you cry (with laughter), and make you laugh some more as their tumultuous sibling relationship collides with their acrobatic dance routines to create a show with heart and muscle.
He’s droll and self-deprecating as only a hipster who makes fun of hipsters can be, and will gladly make his own onstage shortcomings the focus of his humour.
After each artist concluded I was sure I had found my favourite, only to once again be left astounded, as the next performance gave me an equal amount of goose bumps. A truly awe-inspiring show.
The seven permanent and two semi-regular members met at an open mic night in a Brisbane Irish pub, run by band member Ben Salter. They bonded over a desire to collaborate and a shared love of gin, and the rest is history.
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