THE HORNIEST, FUNNIEST, MOST UNHINGED NIGHT OUT IS BACK

By Emma Carney | Bunny Pudding · Digital Coven · @bunnyscopes ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ | Press Invite

Bless me, Dionysus, for I have sinned. I went back to see the latest performance of GODZ again. A second coming, as it were. And honestly? I would do it again tomorrow.

For those who somehow missed my first sermon on this masterpiece, here is the short version: Australian acrobats. Greek gods. Very few clothes. A level of audience interaction that will either delight you or make you wish the floor would swallow you whole (in a fun way, I promise). Can the GODZ capture the lightning in a bottle twice? Reader, they did not just capture it. They drank it, juggled it, and then did a handstand on a stack of chairs while holding it between their thighs.

Let me introduce you to the himbos of Mount Olympus. Callan Harris is back as Hercules, looking like he could snap you in half but also give you a very reassuring hug afterwards. AJ Saltalamacchia’s Dionysus is the messy drunk uncle you never knew you wanted, except this one juggles knives and has abs you could grate cheese on. Liam Dummer as Cupid is c*nty, winged, and absolutely terrifying in the best way – the things that man can do on a pile of wobbly chairs should be illegal. For sure, I wanna go for a wine and bitch with our Cupid. Then we have Thomas Gorham, Apollo, who is an absolute menace with his breakdancing and fire routine – the man is not afraid of burning his eyebrows off for your entertainment, and frankly, we do not deserve him. And finally Mat Piva, our Hermes, who brings this gorgeous, cheeky energy to everything he does. He is funny, flirty, and ridiculously skilled, with a warmth that makes you feel like he is genuinely delighted you showed up. Together, these five men create something genuinely magical. 

Here is the thing about this lot. Like the Spice Girls, you begin thinking you have a favourite. But then someone else does something so stupidly impressive that you find yourself whispering “actually, no, HIM/Them” under your breath. It happened to me four times. By the end, I had simply accepted that I was in love with all of them and that this was my life now.

The show has been tweaked since last time. New jokes land harder. The physical sequences feel even more daring. A few tricks have been added which surprise and delight. There is a moment involving a ladder and some very trusting hamstrings that made me genuinely gasp. And yes, the naked dance is back. The woman behind me started making feral sounds that I cannot legally describe in a family-friendly review. I did not blame her. Me and my plus one we’re terrible letches as well. 

Is it avant-garde art? Not quite. Is it ridiculous, unapologetic, and exactly what your soul needs after a week of real life? Absolutely. GODZ knows exactly what it is – a hedonistic, glitter-drenched, slightly sweaty party – and it does not apologise for a second. Neither should you. 

Go. Take your friends. Take your mama and show her what it’s all about (and your dad if he’s cool). Take that mate who insists they “don’t really like theatre” and watch them convert by the interval. I spoke to a few hetero men in the interval, and they were impressed with the show – so please don’t think this show isn’t for everyone, it is! 

Five stars. I am already planning my third visit. Someone send help. Or more wine.

Protect Queer art!

Head First Acrobats: Return of The GODZ is running at Peacock Theatre until Saturday 20 June.

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Photo Credit: Beck Stone