MICF: Slutmonster and friends
Thursday, April 11 2013
Have you seen Sammy J and Randy? Have you seen the songs where they talk about inter-generational incest?
Slutmonster makes Sammy J and Randy look like Sesame Street. The title may have given that away.
The show is vibrant. The UV paint showing glowing cocks in the forest of nipples is the least of what I could give away. The Slutmonster is a real creature. Two princes find themselves lost in a forest.
One is a nymphomaniac.
The story isn’t linear.
You’ll get the back of it with clever multi-media throughout the show. They even cater to the waiting-for-the-show crowd with projected, tweet-sized snippets of filth.
The princes meet The Slutmonster, a creature with a massive cock, breasts, and a libido like Viagra personified, and they challenge a lot of taboos.
But there was a point where my role as reviewer couldn’t overcome my sandstone-university-gender-studies background. And this review is for Farrago, so I feel comfortable sharing the note “there’s a point where surrealism reproduces exactly the conditions of the patriarchy”. And if that sentence doesn’t bother, or make sense to you, this is a bloody ripper of a show to see. Original, clever and sometimes disgusting. Late night and innovative, book ahead.