The Fxxk Yxu Proms are a whole festival’s worth of fxxkery gloriously, lavishly delivered in a four hour assault on your sensibilities.
These showcases are great to see, particularly early in a festival’s run when you’re deciding what to see over the coming weeks, but they’re really more of a marketing exercise than a show unto themselves. It can be somewhat pointless to review a series of preview shows. Not so with the Fxxk Yxu Proms.
The venue itself is amazing, bedecked in a range of horrific decorations. It’s like walking through the prop department of a Spanish slasher film studio. The creative direction on show is astounding and promises much for the four week run. In the Fxxk Yxu Proms, Tomás Ford has engineered a dagger straight to the heart of normalcy.
With an incredibly varied blend of acts on display, you’ll see performance poetry about love, and rimming, and loss. Then, a bearded gentleman screams at you to a backing of electronic music and alternately smears himself with and bites huge chunks out of a block of butter.
The evening progresses with the most vulgar of stand-up, a delightful ukulele palate cleanser, off-beat storytelling, a filthy set of bluesy rock and roll, and an interactive text adventure. Tomás Ford is a wonderful MC and delivers regular doses of his own electro-cabaret brilliance.
The grand finale is phenomenal and despite everything that has come before, still manages to raise the bar even further. An unassuming fellow plays a large shard of glass with his face until it breaks. He stands, bloody and resplendent before a shell-shocked audience.
It’s a true cabaret experience. It’s a true fringe experience. And there is but one more chance to see The Fxxk Yxu Proms, then it is gone. Take that chance.