Just the Tonic at The Caves
Aug 14-25
18:20
There is something so fluffily wonderful when witnessing Reagan Allen in her most eloquent full flow. Her show is an engaging blend of sublimely sung, laserlush songs, & canny & catchy stand-up. I was sat at the back in reviewer mode, & couldn’t help notice how the crowd’s shoulders were constantly bobbing along as they laugh’d, as if they were balls caught in a river. Indeed, one is definitely entranced by Reagan for the entireity of her show, the switches between stand-up & song are perfectly timed.
My body is a temple, but it’s also kind of a piece of meat”
Altho’ she might come across as a butter wouldn’t melt kinda soul, Reagan has quite the spiky acerbic tongue. She is also kinda gay, but has also realised that, altho she is not entirely lesbian, she cannot stomach men at all, these days. Except for one man, Michael Cera, to whom one of her brilliant songs is dedicated. Yeah, all the tunes were brilliant, especially the closing number on her soul-searing angst of being in a lesbian bar as only a bisexual – brilliant.
You’re not a Lesbian, you’re an American
The realisations & revelations of her sexuality begin in the midst of the ‘suffocation chamber’ that was her Catholic upbringing, from which beginnings the show relays us to her modern day experience; piece-by-piece, discovery-by-discovery, song-by-song. The best way I can describe this show is that of a voyeuristic experience, where two of the nine muses, Thalia (comedy) & Euterpe (music) are experimenting at a sleepover, if you know what I mean, with Reagan recording the whole thing on her phone.
Damo
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