Last night Owen and I braved the slightly enervating Soho Theatre to once again gaze on the dark glittering talent that is Justin Bond in his new show LUSTRE. Always a rollercoaster ride Justin was as entertaining as always but sadly his frocks glittered more than he did. He confessed towards the end of the show that he was still recovering from the opening night party - for which I hold Dawn responsible frankly. I just *know* she was the one plying him with champagne.
An ominous but soothing invocation was heard as Justin appeared on the darkened stage in... well a creation. I immediately thought "I bet he tried that number when he was a teenager". In black pants, dark tights and mesh-top the front was covered in floor-length coloured ribbons. It looked like a Bob Mackie Cher outfit sold by Lidl... and that set the tone for the outfits - although I did like his smokey-grey sequinned number. He sang a handful of fine song, interspersed with his unique and salty views on life, love and the joys of all things transgendered.
Justin was accompanied by the impossibly glamorous Our Lady J who played a fierce piano. Throwing her Ann-Margret-like mane of blonde hair around she filled the stage with sound. She even got a solo number "Pink Prada Purse" which was a riot - why not shoot men if you know they will probably dump you for their girlfriend? Oh and the girlfriend too. It saves an awful lot of time. I bought her cd from her as we left and I'm glad I did. The songs are startlingly original and beautifully performed.
We also had guest vignettes from Novice Theory, a shock-haired lad with a tiny accordian who sang an odd little song - he augers well for further investigation - and Dickie Beau giving us his own spin on "Ain't Got No" from HAIR metamorphosing from a sad clown to a basqued harlequin with red glitter swirling around him. LUSTRE is playing until 1 November, Justin, Our Lady J and Novice Theory will be on each night with a different guest performer. It's a constantly engaging evening - provoking, tart and moving.
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