In a flash of glitter and spangles the Nualas take the festival stage for the last time. At the end of this year the trio are hanging up their spangly frocks, returning their groupies to the respective homes and probably heading to the pub for a pint of Guinness.
After numerous appearances on the Fringe, the girls have built up a loyal following and are sticking to what they do best. With a hefty grasp on their Irish roots, the girls take a raucous dash through the musical world to draft priceless ditties that dwell on the foibles of human nature.
Unfortuantely, the show falls down a bit between numbers, as clumsy links and confusing ad lib disrupts the flow. To be sure, some of the impromptu jokes and audience baiting works well, but the effect is lost as one-liners flail and occasional comments sail over everybody’s heads.
For a last tour the production is a bit slapdash, but we’re here for the music and the craic. As always, thegirls’ overtly sexual overtures and self-depreciating humour has the audience eating out of their hands. With a swift polishing of the links and a little more directiopn this could have been the Nualas finest outing.
3/5
Richard Biggs
