If you’re looking for a show that’s as unhinged as it is brilliant, Sugar Bits is the feminist trash you didn’t know you needed. This fast-paced, chaotic, and utterly ridiculous hour of sketch comedy is a whirlwind of laughter, sweat, and pure, unadulterated silliness. From thrush to abortion to witchcraft trials, Sugar Bits takes on a wild range of topics with a fearless, balls-to-the-wall energy that leaves you both gasping for air and begging for more.
The trio of Steph, Nic, and Tess are an absolute force of nature. Their chemistry is electric, and they play off each other with such ease and hilarity that you can’t help but be swept up in their madness. The sheer physicality of their performance is exhausting to watch—by the time the water pistols come out, you can see the sweat dripping off them, and you’ll be just as drained from laughing. It’s a show that demands everything from its performers, and they deliver in spades.
The sketches are as absurd as they are clever. Imagine a barbershop quartet of mansplainers—comprising a pastor’s cultish daughter, a smarmy politician, a self-righteous podcaster, and, worst of all, a literal pro-life brick (won’t someone think of the pebbles?)—harmonizing about why women shouldn’t have abortions. And if that kind of absurdity is your cup of tea, then buckle up. The show doesn’t just poke fun at the patriarchy; it takes a sledgehammer to it, all while jumping out of a trash can.
Musically, Sugar Bits is a delight. Catchy tunes like “The feminism left my body when…” by the Three Genders and a group of monks reverently singing about the modern treatment of thrush are equal parts hilarious and oddly catchy.
This show isn’t here to educate the most well-read feminists—though it will certainly make them laugh—but it might just enlighten any unsuspecting boyfriends dragged along for the ride. It’s feminism made silly, loud, and unapologetically fun. Because, as Sugar Bits reminds us, women have earned the right to be anything they want to be, and that includes being gloriously, unashamedly stupid.
Recommended drink: Let's do a Bin Juice Long Island Iced Tea. Yes, you read that right. Take your classic Long Island Iced Tea (vodka, tequila, rum, gin, triple sec, sour mix, and a splash of cola) and add a splash of bin juice for that extra je ne sais quoi. Why? Because this show is unhinged, and your drink should be too. It’s the perfect accompaniment to an hour of feminist chaos—just make sure you’re sitting near the exit for when the water pistols come out.
Catch Sugar Bits are: FEMINIST TRASH at 21:30 on the Main Stage at ARTHUR ARTHOUSE until Tues March 11th. Tickets available on the Adelaide Fringe website.