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Lords of Strut: Chaos - review

Apr 24, 2016 Theatre




Toward the end of this loud, frenetic and fabulously funny hour, Cormac Mohally and Cian Kinsella — posing as the hapless, squabbling brothers Famous Seamus and Seantastic, AKA the Lords of Strut— implore the audience to “Tell 10 people about the show and make them come. To the show.”

Anyone reading this should immediately click the link below and book tickets to see Lords of Strut. You can expect ferocious physical comedy: acrobatic leaps and flips, awkward dancing, hula-hooping, skipping, contortion (bodily and facial), off-key singing, a kitchen sink (allegedly brought all the way from Ireland . . . on the plane), a Whitney Houston impersonation, a power cut, an inflatable sofa, as well as absurd costumes, skimpy costumes and no costumes at all.

Mohally and Kinsella come from street performance and circus backgrounds, which means they’re agile show-offs accomplished at whipping up enthusiasm among a crowd. The genesis of their act was the admirable desire to poke fun at deluded contestants on talent shows, and clearly they’re not afraid to play the fool. “Dreams are infectious,” roars Seamus, the older and camper ‘brother’. “Let us infect you!”

Chaos is an apt title for an anarchic, inspired and inventive show that begins with a surreal, bouncing dance to the Kiss song ‘I Was Made for Loving You’ and descends into ever-wilder antics requiring ever-sillier audience participation. You’ll be urged to shout and cheer; to share sliced white bread (distributed by ‘Father Billy’ in priestly vestments); and to participate in various on-stage set pieces, including a fake talk show and one, too uproarious to spoil here, involving sacrilege, the handed-out bread and a selection of pool floats. By the end you’ll be a convert to the Lords’ ridiculous ‘Theory of Do the Do’.

Lords of Strut — Chaos, April 23 – 30, Q Theatre Loft. Book tickets.



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