Denim: World Tour

A disclaimer before you read this review: this particular reviewer has never watched a single episode of the ubiquitous RuPaul’s Drag Race. Drag remains unexplored territory. But after a quick drag primer from the septuagenarian sat adjacent I'm fully immersed in the World Tour of Denim.

Playing to what they presumed in their heads was to be a 90,000 crowd at Wembley, the five members more than make use of the modest space. If the arches of the Underbelly had roofs they would surely tear them off – or at the very least damage the keystone. Made up of a diverse group including "a man, a woman, a Jew, Islam and Virgin Mary" they nail five-part harmonies and individually wow with solo turns. It's hard to pick favourites, but stand outs include the sororicidal, filthy-mouthed falsetto Crystal, plus the confessional Glamrou who brings to light the difficulty of mixing a Muslim heritage with a desire to dazzle in a dress.

With a relentless mix of songs, sketches and silky pins they don't let up until the final note – even if their giant party popper tonight wilts under the pressure of the climax. There is a strange lull as the veneer of their imaginations cracks and they realise they aren't quite playing to a stadium. But I’ll leave the final words to the septuagenarian sat next door who dances and sings along as much as any of the much younger crowd: "Very good."