Wonderfully absurd and fantastically silly, the Travelling Sisters are an undeniable good time. Ell Sachs, Laura Trenerry and Lucy Fox are deliciously hilarious, and their chaotic energy is captivating. In a series of sketches, including on-point post-yoga change room awkwardness, a surprising lollipop ladies talent show, and a diva with a teeth problem, they rollick and romp about tiny Plaza Parlour stage.
Performing to a sold out opening night, the Sisters killed it. They’ve clearly spent the last year perfecting a range of quirky new and nuanced characters, and if you liked what they did last year, you’ll be sure to love them again. The highlight is Laura Trenerry’s Victorian child, an absurd and fantastically creepy performance that has to be seen to be fully appreciated. But trust me, it’s amazing. Another fun surprise was Lucy Fox's surreal performance art catcus, which may not appeal to everyone, but if you like your comedy as weird and unexpected as I do, will have you leaking tears of joy.
Between sketches they strip down to big white knickers and dance about on stage, and even throughout costume failures, both deliberate and not-so-much, they keep the audience in the palms of their hands. The true mark of excellent comedy is knowing that when things go wrong, you’re in more than capable hands. Ell, Lucy and Laura are excellent off script, and their off the cuff reactions to missing pants and slippery microphones never miss a beat.
I unapologetically love these women, and I’m impatiently anticipating what they come up with next. In the meantime, I’ll be hanging around the Royal Croquet Club, hoping to catch another sneaky hour of the Travelling Sister’s madness.