Bawdy, bendy and bootylicious.
Glitter Martini have brought Absolute Trash down from the Gold Coast for a short run at the Sydney Fringe, following sparkly five-star reviews at the Adelaide Fringe.
We live in a world surrounded by trash. Bin juice, trash pandas, floating garbage islands, and the toxic waste dump that passes for social media. When was the last time you said that your life is a dumpster fire? (Confession: last Wednesday for me.)
Absolute Trash gleefully up-cycles our garbage mountain planet with eye-popping circus, wacky comedy and bawdy cabaret.
It’s nice the get the word bawdy out of the house. It’s usually stuck at home doing debauched crochet while the sexier words like saucy and spicy get invited out to play.
If you want to, you can take it easy, sit back and watch, but part of the joy of a Glitter Martini show is their love of playing with their audience. You are invited to share your trashiest stories by text at the start of the show.
Director and performer, Darcie Rae, loves creating a real feeling of connection between the audience and performers. She has fashioned a joyous audience-driven, interactive experience that uses comedy to disarm you as it seductively draws you into the show.



Natrasha Binit, the Duchess of Debauchery, the Queen of Trash, is your incomparable compère for the night. They’re taller than Sesame Street’s Oscar the Grouch but they share his love of trash and trashy things, with a green plastic wig and a Chanel little black bin bag dress.
Trent Charles, as Natrasha, is the beautiful mutant lovechild of Cara Delevingne and a Monster High doll. You know, in a good way.
Tangly contortionist Bendy Elle spends the show upside down, in the air, inside out and tied up in knots. While smiling impishly.
It’s not every night that nimble and sculpted aerial artists like Miss Amy May and Darcie Rae take to hoops and trapeze, sharing a stage with puppet bin chickens.
I will go to my grave remembering the look of sheer disbelief on an audience member’s guide dog’s face as it stared up at two puppet bin chickens dancing, with squeaky rubber chickens, to Burt Bacharach, ably puppeteered by Charlie Love in platform PVC boots.
That is a sentence I never thought I’d write. And the rubber chicken can-can is a weird, wild and wonderful thing that you need to experience in the flesh.
Absolute Trash ticks all your sustainable boxes in a consensual way you weren’t expecting.
Glitter Martini’s Absolute Trash is part of the Sydney Fringe, playing at Fool’s Paradise, The Bunker, Entertainment Quarter until 21 September
To book tickets to Absolute Trash, please visit https://sydneyfringe.com/events/absolute-trash/.
Photographer: Josephine Carter, Taylor Scott









