Apocalipstick | Polytoxic
Punching bag props complimented by red backlighting set the mood for what was to follow. But I was not prepared for what actually did.
Apocalipstick unabashedly delves into issues that are revealed across several eye-popping acts delivered over sixty minutes jam packed with sensory delights.
Like when the Apocalipstick bitches strutted on stage. All hell broke loose as they vented their frustrations. It seemed as if every audience member including moi was right up there on stage with them as they pummeled and punched the bags interspersed with loud shouting and grunting to release that pent-up toxic energy all of us have been experiencing.
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Enter Leah Shelton, one half of the Polytoxic duo. Overly exaggerated plump lips complimented by a plastic costume set the tone for the contentious issue of the lengths women go to in search of perceived beauty, fickle as it may be.
Chinta Woo-Allcock (what a stage name) lip synced an uproarious rendition of the classic Gloria Gaynor’s ‘I will survive’. Her dance moves and staccato accent convinced this audience member of her Thai heritage (or maybe not).
Move over One Direction, the Wrong Direction and Ballistic Mysogynistic are phallic proof that toxic masculinity exists. Choreographed to a hip-thrusting, sensual hip-hop dance routine complete with upbeat, steamy rap lyrics these 'bad boys' had the audience erupt yet again in fits of laughter.
Likewise music duo One Hope and BustyBeatz also known as the Hot Brown Homies entertained with their refreshing lyrics and dynamic beat box music style. This duo undoubtedly redefined the meaning of spunks.
Lisa Fa'alafi (the other half of the Polytoxic duo) shared with us her talent for outstanding facial expressions and a fashion runway in true Samoan style. What this diva can achieve through the simple process of ‘weaving’ is mind-boggling - a pair of shoes, a hand bag, a resplendent traditional gown … Lisa’s a fashion statement on steroids!
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Oh. I nearly forgot to highlight the eargasmic soundtrack. Memorable music (no age limit) that will have you singing along with the lyrics, tapping your feet and jogging your memory of more pleasant times. Have a listen to the full soundtrack, which has been uploaded to Spotify.
Hard facts. The pandemic has had a devastating effect on the arts. To yet again be able to attend a theatre albeit with social distancing measures in place is a sheer joy and an uplifting experience. So kudos to Polytoxic for assembling this eclectic and mega talented bunch of multidisciplinary performance artists who had the audience smitten throughout.
To reveal in detail much more of the unapologetically accomplished Apocalipstick dynamics would be doing future audiences a disservice. Apocalipstick really, truly deserves to be seen. It made me laugh out loud - repeatedly. It’s visceral messages will blow you away. It’s an ultimate feast for the senses. It’s nuanced delivery is nothing short of outstanding. It’s what makes Brisbane even more special.
Apocalipstick is a splendid example and a distinct nod to the transformative benefits of theatre and the arts per se.
Apocalipstick plays at Metro Arts until 28 November. New tickets now on sale due to reduced restrictions from COVID-19.
Image: FenLan Photography
