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Adelaide Fringe Review 2017 – Baby Got Back

If you are parent to a child around 6 or 7, you will be familiar that to the sub-juvenile mind, butts are the funniest damn things on earth. You can hit them like drums, they can make rude noises and parents seem to flounce in embarrassment when you say bum loudly in front dear old Aunt Ethel who is going on 92.

Somewhere, as we grow up, we lose appreciation of body based humour and become exponentially more embarrassed by the one thing we all have alongside our opinions.

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Think of Baby-Got-Back as a childhood regression therapy for anal retentive adults. From the opening projected sequence, we realise our youngest years of cartoon viewing from Warner Brothers to Ren & Stimpy, we were saturated with booty shaking. But somewhere in time the appreciative elegance and self-ownership of the human body changed into something to be hidden, suppressed and controlled by others.

Following the warm up we are assailed with Punk Pussy Power from the cast – which following the sounds of Prez Trump promoting white cis-male entitlement – forms the basis of an ongoing theme throughout the night, one I think well stated and reiterated by host Memphis Mae. That shaking-what-ya-mamma-gave-ya can be about celebration, spectacle and empowerment, but it should never be an assumption of nor misconstrued as an invitation. Consent culture needs to cast out the old poor-Pavlovian excuses.

What then follows under the curation of the BGB all-stars – Frankie Valentine,Bella deJac, Vesper White & Jane Doe – is a rollercoaster ride of Brazilian Carnivale excess, choco-hole gluttony of Brando-esque proportions, feminist bum puppetry and an Vagina Dentata monster that plays into the phallocentric nightmares of the entitled-male psyche. This is not a by the numbers burly show. It has nuggets of magic, comedy and social commentary amongst the arse-tistry.

Opening night was a sell-out crowd. Take that as a warning that your opportunity to get your bum on a seat (and in an Instagram post!) could be limited.

Posted by Jonathan on Mar 1st 2017 | Filed in Burlesque,Cabaret,Culture,Reviews | Comments (0)

Adelaide Fringe 2017 Review – The Little Death Club

I love a good vulgarian, and Bernadette Byrne brings it in spades. Admittedly I was a little confused to whether she was Weimar-era German, or East European Roma ‘Gypsy”, or transiting France – her accent seemed to shift with her particularly dirty ditties – but it is nice to know many profanities are truly universal. And her songs have a certain Gogol Bordello euro-punk energy to get your toes tapping or monkeys spanked.

As host of the orgasmically alluding “Little Death Club”, she is the ring-mistress to a changing stable of Fringe performers unlikely to be purveying their particular post-9pm wares on the public Rundle Mall stage.

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On this particular evening we had Asher Treleaven – a bookish thespian invoking prose from a no-doubt black-label Mills & Boon. Treacle thick words like aural Viagra are dispensed with good humour and instruction, lest any gentleman caller be unsure how to ring a fair lady’s doorbell.

Physical comedy clown Dimitri Hatton could have been regarded as a walking volume of that 1970’s classic – The Joy of Sex – albeit without the intellectual distance, artistic form or a suitable partner. However, filled with joy he was, and keen to pour it over unsuspecting audience members.

Gypsy Wood was Miss Teen South Carolina – all drawl and glitz as she interpretive danced her way across stage in a manner that left us periodically cringing from the punch line to her routine.

Jess Love is a wonderful mixture of hilarious apathy, surliness and high skill on hula hoops. Having seen her before in previous years, it was a treat to see her circus skills in high rotation once again.

Fortunately this show is a long run Royal Croquet Club fixture, meaning you have the rest of Fringe to find an available show among the near daily offerings, and with the rotating line up, you can probably go more than once – which gives you a chance to learn Bernadettes Beer Hall anthems to hedonism.

Posted by Jonathan on Feb 27th 2017 | Filed in Burlesque,Cabaret,Music,Reviews | Comments (0)

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