Naked Boys Singing


Naked Boys SingingLast Saturday evening, facing the bitter cold winds of Melbourne's South, a crowd began to gather around the Malthouse Theatre, the kind of crowd that can only be brought together for one thing. Gratuitous nudity. The all-dancing, all-singing, all-nude group behind the raucous crowd is better known as Naked Boys Singing and is exactly what it promises to be, no shame, no judgment and most importantly no clothes.

In what could have been a confronting parade of voyeuristic pleasure, the team of eight talented performers, sang and danced their way through an hour of songs, keeping the energy and the entertainment up for the entire evening.

Appealing to the modern gay male, this group of camp yet charming lads were amusing and had audience members giggling as they made no attempt to avert their eyes from the fine specimens on display. Of the 14 musical numbers, "Robert Mitchum" and "The Entertainer" were standout pieces with Tyle Shepherd stealing the show with a gorgeous performance befitting any great diva.

What this performance lacks in story-telling and continuity it makes up for with an hour of beautiful harmonies, clever lyrics and flawless dancing. There's really not a lot to this show, but there is a lot on show. If you're after a voyeuristic evening and an insight into the trials and tribulations of Melbourne's campest society, this is the perfect show to indulge in the visual feast that is Naked Boys Singing!


Naked Boys Singing

Director Jonathan Worsley

Venue: Beckett Theatre | The Malthouse, 113 Sturt St, Southbank
Dates: Friday 4 May to Saturday 12 May 2012
Times: Tues-Thurs 8:00pm, Fri & Sat 7:00 & 9:15pm
Bookings: www.nakedboyssinging.com.au







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