As Kylie Minogue blasts and fans flutter Aussie flags pinned to the walls, it’s easy to be fooled into thinking we’re in for an hour of light, tongue-in-cheek cabaret jibs at Aussie culture. The Foxy Morons, in sparkly flight attendant uniforms, introduce themselves as Shazza, from so far north she’s dated all her brothers, and Jaimee-Lee, from so far south she’s illiterate, and we’re off. Surely, we’re in comfortably familiar, self-deprecating bogan-riffing territory here. But then they break into their tampon tax song - ‘let’s just bleed everywhere, then maybe someone will care,’ - as unflattering images of our middle-aged male politicians flash up on screen and it becomes clear that this show is something else entirely.
Tenuously connected as part of a tour, the Foxy Morons introduce us to life Down Under through ditties about male entitlement and the friend-zone, to tea-drinking and consent, and to a brilliant Bunnings sausage-fest song, to highlight some of Australia’s most pressing feminist issues. But their messages aren’t limited to gender, bringing in Aboriginal land rights and climate change, often highlighting the absurd hypocritical double-speak of politics and media.
But while the politics are definitely upfront, it’s all in enormous fun. The Foxy Morons are rambunctiously energetic, with hilarious satirical banter between their caustically funny songs. They manage uncouth sexiness like I’ve not quite seen it before, and so even when the politics edge into perhaps a bit too heavy handed territory, there’s still always an element of sardonic hilarity that keeps things balanced. Some transitions could have fit the tour theme more seamlessly, and occasionally the pair spoke over one another – which may have been part of their wildly-enthusiastic personas, but made things occasionally difficult to follow. Nonetheless, the Foxy Morons are excellent in their biting humour, juggling cabaret, comedy, social commentary and even quiz-hosting with enormous energy, wit and intelligence.