Drag Cabaret: Danger Zone
Friday 27 September at Smith’s Alternative, Canberra
Reviewed by Jo Falvey and Hannah Head
The bold yellow warning signs screaming “Danger Zone” in the event page hinted at an unforgettable experience—but nothing could have prepared us for the electrifying chaos of the latest Drag Cabaret.
Our host, the mesmerizing Guy Alias, channeled a feral ringmaster, setting the tone with their wild energy and sharp wit. From the first joke, the audience was hooked, a mix of laughter and anticipation swirling in the air.
Kicking off the night was the stunning Beau Vine, a horned devil who captivated everyone with a sultry lip sync that culminated in a dramatic reveal of their devilish tail. It was an unforgettable introduction that set the bar sky-high.
Next up, Zev Aviv delivered a thought-provoking piece that danced on the edge of the surreal, blending themes of birth and cannibalism. This performance was a visceral journey, complete with oozing textures and an exploration of the raw experience of existence itself.
Starling Strix, the Burlesque Cryptid hailing from Adelaide, graced the stage next. Cloaked in a luxurious fur robe, they teased the audience with playful engagement, including one lucky participant. Their confident strut and flirtation with chains created a dynamic atmosphere that showcased their talent and charisma.
Guy Alias returned, showcasing a different side of their artistry with a dramatic tango, incorporating fire-eating and flowing silk veils. With each movement, it was clear: there’s no limit to what Guy can do.
Then came Semi Hard Bizkit (Sam Don Barber), the Queer Rap Rockstar, who unleashed a visual smorgasbord. Their death metal-infused song tackled themes of loneliness and human wreckage, a stunning contrast to their vibrant presence on stage.
Choking Hazard, a performer from Gadigal/Sydney, pushed the boundaries of performance art. Their drag clown persona mixed delight with discomfort, but nothing could have prepared us for the gore that was about to be unleashed. Each act left us breathless, and at times, it felt like we were watching a thrilling tightrope walk between ecstasy and pain.
As the night drew to a close, we realised our limits—stapling money to strangers and nails up noses may be where we draw the line. As we sneaked out, we couldn’t help but giggle with fellow attendees, relieved to escape the danger zone, but exhilarated by the unforgettable experience we’d shared.
This Drag Cabaret was more than a show; it was an invitation to embrace the wild, the weird, and the wonderfully chaotic side of performance art. Until next time—keep your tools for the shed and your spirits high!
