There must be thousands of male stripper groups over the world but only one brand name is familiar to all, The Chippendales, and rather brilliantly they are here for their festival debut. Ten gigantic, handsome, muscled, waxed and oiled men take to the stage and for the next hour rip of their shirts, dance seductively and while never fully naked find new and imaginative ways to make the packed audience scream. And scream they do a lot as the men play into a host of familiar female fantasies, one minute doing Justin Timberlake musical numbers then dressing as firemen doing inevitable bump-n-grinds with fire hoses, then next dressing as ‘that scene’ from an Officer and a Gentlemen, cowboys who lasso an unsuspecting audience member and drag them on stage to touch them and even a Michael Jackson smooth criminal number.
It teeters somewhere between one hell of a show and the most absurd and ludicrous thing you have ever seen, but the boys give it their all. Surprisingly, baring in mind they are up dancing every night, some of them are shockingly clunky dancers, not that these women shouting at the top of their voices and dancing on chairs seem to care, they are all too busy getting ready to catch the newt sweat filled ripped vest about to be lobbed into the audience.
4/5 
Martin Miller
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