Christeene: Trigger (4 stars)

This article is from 2016

Christeene: Trigger

credit: Michael Sharkey

Pansexual liberation meets gender-blasting post-punk/rap gig

Two years ago this towering, gender-blurring Texan burnt a hole in the bowels of the aptly-named Underbelly with a show cum gig that I called 'raw, raunchy, slick, sick and sensational'. Now she's back down in the cave with more of the same, but that's not at all a bad thing. Or else it's bad in a good sense.

Trigger is loud, noisy, hot and nasty and yet somehow very tasty, too. Backed by a pair of sex toy-type minions – one tall, thin and hairy and the other slight, pale and decidedly ambiguous – the howling, wild-eyed and gravel-voiced Christeene stomps around in heeled boots, tatty fishnet-draped scanties that show off paunch and bottom, stringy black wig and glow-in-the-dark coloured makeup.

Musically what's on offer are catchy, beat-heavy, hardcore songs, the lyrics sometimes unintelligible but fast and generally sexed-up, alternating with some sweet, often politicised commentary. Christeene is the sleazy-friendly-scary-sweaty face of decadent activism, with a little bit of rimming thrown in for good measure. As someone who is no longer an initiate, I found it both familiar and tonic. Favourite lines: 'Masculinity is dead!' and 'If we don't fill up the holes, we sink'.

Underbelly Cowgate, until Aug 28, 10.10pm, £12 (£10).

Christeene: Trigger

  • 4 stars

The revolutionary American provocateur, drag queen and performer presents a schizophrenic kaleidoscope of ferocious visions and mind-altering jams.