Review: Seayoncé at the Underbelly
What do you get when you mix dad jokes, glamour, and a liberal dose of absolute filth?
Yes indeed, if you are looking to reconnect with loved ones you’ve lost, have your future read for you, or generally get some clarity about your life… then look elsewhere, henny, this is not that kind of séance.
Seayoncé, the “legendary ghost whisperer and baddest bitch in the spirit world” is the brainchild of comedian Dan Wye, and boy oh girl is she funny. Self-proclaimedly “horny for laughs”, I don’t think there was a single pun, play on words or double-entendre she let pass, I was howling by 10 minutes in. And I wasn’t the only one – props to the gentleman who guffawed in my left ear throughout, and to the lady two rows back whose laugh I can only describe as “whinnying”. The best bit was that all three of us laughed at different gags – this truly is a show with something for everyone.
If pushed to describe exactly what Seayoncé’s “Déja Voodoo” is… I’d have a bloody hard time. It’s part cabaret, part drag, part comedy show – with some song, character comedy and spurious tarot reading thrown in to boot. It was glorious, I loved it all.
Seayoncé herself is statuesque goddess, with the mouth of a well-spoken sailor, the gravitas of Marlene Dietrich, and the facial hair of…well… a man in his late 20s. But it works. She seems so comfortable on stage, so relaxed – even with the landslide of terribly wonderful and wonderfully terrible jokes, the script never feels over-structured or forced. The audience interaction (normally 10 times as scary as a ghost appearing) felt natural and fun, as if we’d all genuinely stumbled across her in her home and she’d chosen to have a chat with us. She also has one heck of a voice.
But let’s cut the shit. Anyone who knows me knows I am a sucker for a floor-length gold number and a dramatic eye, but this bish took it to a new level. Again, it’s a weird term to be using for a man dressed as a lady on stage under hot lights and the prying eyes of a few hundred people, but it just looked comfortable. I liked how it swooshed, I liked how it clinked, I liked how it was…shiny. YOU GET THE POINT. 10/10 for costume – it very much made the character.
Throughout the show, Seayoncé connects with, and channels spirits from the past, such as a valley girl-esque Mary Magdalene and an enlightened Jack the Ripper, who explains the many failed careers he had to pass through before he found his true calling.
And herein lies the strangely warming twist to Seayoncé’s show – beyond the cock jokes, the necromancy and the vodka, there are genuine lessons for us to live by. From “get that mole checked out” to “don’t let your life pass you by until you realise it’s too late to do that thing you always wanted to do”, the show is peppered with sweet pieces of advice, without it ever getting too preachy or clunkily inserted. (Wahey!) The most important being – never mind trying to talk to all these dead people, remember you’re alive.
And for any of you thinking clairvoyance is a load of balls… you have no idea how right you are.
Unfortunately, the Underbelly séance is now over for the season, but we’ve no doubt Seayoncé will be haunting (geddit) the UK’s best venues for the foreseeable future so follow her here to keep a (third) eye out.