by Laura Ferguson
Is there a better party in the city right now than Sound and Fury? Imagine, if you will,
entering a ‘pasta spaghetti’ tinsel curtain into the depths of Club 121. Walking down the steps, the throbbing music growing louder, opening into a LED-heavy club scene where sequinned bodies gyrate to amazing mash-ups from Dead DJ Joke, audience members dancing with and around the performers. Imagine ordering a wine from the bar and it arriving in a safe plastic receptable, a metaphor for how messy this evening will get.
entering a ‘pasta spaghetti’ tinsel curtain into the depths of Club 121. Walking down the steps, the throbbing music growing louder, opening into a LED-heavy club scene where sequinned bodies gyrate to amazing mash-ups from Dead DJ Joke, audience members dancing with and around the performers. Imagine ordering a wine from the bar and it arriving in a safe plastic receptable, a metaphor for how messy this evening will get.
Dead DJ Joke’s bangers convince even the most sober audience member (like your very profesh reviewer) to seat-groove;. the bizarre juxtaposition and musical mash-ups that has hips swivelling and heads bobbbing. Turn Down For What by DJ Snake and Lil Jon intertwines with Toto’s Africa; Taylor Swift’s Shake It Off teases itself around Tom Jones’ iconic It’s Not Unusual. But it is unusual, these song mixes. I love it. I fucking head over ass love it.
Audience can come and go during the three-hour long show, which is made up of about 70 gazillion smaller acts, like a hurricane of glitter bombs. But I recommend you carve out the time; it’s all so worth it. There are lip-syncs, dance numbers, spoken word, classical music and folk songs performed by the Canberra Symphony Orchestra. Contemporary dancers comment on the corporate manipulation of McDonalds, mouths grabbing hungrily at invisible burgers. A potato and gravy shower rains over a beautiful, sobbing body, and I scream-sing Christina Aguilera’s Beautiful with the rest of the audience; I was smeared with butter and was hit with a fairy bread sandwich. Feminist punk band Glitoris, black cat-suits and tutus all a-raging, demolish my resolve to remain a fly on the wall.
I get up, flinging my hair around, throwing my left ring finger up in the air in protest over Genesis Energy requiring me to declare being a Mrs, Miss, or Ms last week. This band throws my nerdy self into the volatility of our modern age, the change that will hopefully come. I felt like a badass, it was such a rare, freeing feeling, I revelled in it wholeheartedly, eliciting ‘Woooo’s’ whenever the fun I was having bubbled within me to the point I just had to release it vocally.
I left with confetti stuck to my cheeks and tinsel wrapped in my hair. I bounced home, elated on a cloud of adrenaline and endorphins. Tonight I was alone and sober, I can only the imagine the fun I will have when I arrange to go with a couple of friends later this week. I can’t wait to find out. Sound and Fury: Live Art Party is unlike any show I have been to. Did I mention I head over ass love it?
Sound and Fury: Live Art Show will be performing from Wednesday 8th - Saturday 10th of March and you can get tickets here.