The sheer incredulity of his feats mount, until, despite the fits of laughter, believers and sceptics alike are left scratching their heads and wondering what in the physical or spiritual world just happened
Hot Dub Time Machine is a show with a basic philosophy: bring people together through music and dance. In order to do this the insatiable host DJ Tom Loud encourages party goers to dance, drink, sing and share the love, and every person in the Paradiso tent did just that.
A good show to keep you kicking on into the wee hours of the weekend. Be entertained by a well-curated set of the Fringe’s finest and lesser-known comedy acts.
While the ladies offer audiences plenty to admire, do not expect them to gyrate for your entertainment. Centre stage is instead given to eight trashy, fun and/or romantic texts – a range that includes celebrity biographies, Marquis de Sade, Stephen King and Chuck Palahniuk.
This is the kind of music that keeps you warm in winter. Or on a chilly February night in Adelaide.
These goobers are pretty cute. Even pretty funny. Sure, some of their punch lines fall a little flatter than they’d hoped, but all in all it’s a good fun show that’ll keep you chuckling in your chair – or maybe even co-starring on stage.
The witty and entertaining songs are interspaced by fast-paced banter that sounds so natural and spontaneous that at times you’re not quite sure if they’re legitimately arguing or if it’s all part of the act.
Limbo will tease and tickle you, caress you and spank you. These guys are so hot they make porn look like Play School.
The title track on the new album is revealed to be inspired by Play School’s “Shake Your Sillies Out,” thanks to Taasha’s 2-year-old son. It’s a lush, sexy track (forget the Play School) that, if you’ve ever had to shake your sillies out, will speak to you like that talking hamster did that time you had an existential crisis and went on a three-week bender.
Like a charlatan psychic, Rob gently coaxes audience members to reveal personal details, from which he channels not dead spirits but the most astounding improvisational wordsmithery.
Swamp Juice is the story of a nasty little man with an evil cackle who enjoys tormenting the snails, snakes and birdies of the swamp he boats on. Until today, that is, when his world suddenly gets turned inside out.
Imagine a bearded and tattooed muscle man supporting his pint-sized partner by her pelvis in a complex hold, which then segues seamlessly and sensuously between flips, holds and drops to the gasping appreciation of the crowd. Hot, right? Just wait until you see it.
It’s an extremely polished and well-executed show, as well-made as it is quirky and charming.
[Mat Ricardo] is a cynic’s juggler equipped with the comedic sensibilities of Rowan Atkinson, and he happily distances himself from the clichés of juggled swords (too dangerous) and juggled chainsaws (not dangerous enough).
With a mix of homoerotic acrobatics, storytelling, songs and bullet dodging, the Wau Wau sisters display their irreverent wit as well as their gold-spangled athletic bodies. The most impressive act in this self-proclaimed ‘Cirque de T&A’ is on the double trapeze. The sisters dazzle their gasping audience with impressive spins and catches, entirely in lascivious character.
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