Slutmonster and Friends is a bit like Sesame Street doing porn with Annie Sprinkle, but so divinely filthy and wrong that it makes Avenue Q look like Disney on Ice and leaves most artistic commentary on gender relations and sexuality feeling as bland as the The Sound of Music.
First seen at the 2012 Melbourne Fringe, Slutmonster is at the Northcote Town Hall this comedy festival. And, yes, this monster is a total slut. A gloriously wonderful libido-arresting slut.
Slutmonster lives in a hand-painted colourful world that looks like a coral reef on first glance, but second glance looks like a page from the super-gorgeous Pop-Up Karma Sutra, but more beautiful and delicate and so much sluttier – and fluro. Fluro!
It’s here that two hero brothers are lost and that’s about all I can say in a G-rated environment.
This show is as depraved and wrong as anything can be, but made with an intelligence that leaves it’s audiences making sounds that they usually keep hidden.
If you’ve never had a multiple laughgasm, this should do it.