In a Word: Femme-tastic!
The first thing I did after seeing Shiny Shiny Productions’
“Our Regional Centre” at the Feast Festival hub was downloading unreleased P!nk
track ‘The King is Dead but the Queen is Alive’, swiftly followed by elongated
mourning over the lack of strutting power my converses have compared to the
platform heels on show.
All the way from hot, moist, open minded and mouthed
Lismore, the Shiny Shiny troupe have brought something truly unique to Feast
this year, and chances to see it are running out so forgive me a little brevity
in attempt to get this out there as soon as can. I will admit some misgivings
in the opening moments, but this diamond in the rough truly captured my heart
and made me wish I had some breasts to throw around. This was female power at
its absolute finest and filthiest: a multimedia, cross-creative country
community service announcement introducing us to a rural spot I know I’m
seriously considering going to post-show!
Now don’t assume that the quaintness of the show makes it
any less fiery and clever: if it wasn’t the samples of the most spectacular
spoken-word I’ve heard, it was the laugh out loud pagan nature worship methods,
or the tricky titty lyrics by Shiny Shiny themselves (a musical moment only
surpassed by getting to chant ‘clit-licking cowgirl all over me’ at the top of
my sequin-soaked lungs). A show so empowering, you’ll ask Tom Jones for your
bras back so you can chuck them at these bawdy and beautiful broads baring it
all. Walking out, I had a good hard think about whether we city-dwellers are in
any way accurate about the comparison between our bustling contemporary strips
and the communal country districts for creative expression. Only one way to
find out: got to go down, down, down, down to Pussy Town!
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