Backyard Bandits

So after a few intense weeks of rehearsals, exhaustion, muscle spasms and fits of giggles, The Backyard Bandits performed. There was an air of uncertainty felt as we stretched behind the curtains, listening to audience members spilling through the gates. Will this work? Are we ready? Why the fuck are my suspenders not hooking to my underwear properly? Luckily, we couldn't indulge those thoughts for too long because the curtains opened (or rather, I awkwardly peeled them back and tucked them into the corrugated iron) and we were thrust out into the wild world of The Moulin Rouge.

I have to say, we were spectacular.
There were glitches here and there, but they were what gave it the charm. The audience went along with us, trusted our performance and our want to tell them a story.

In retrospect, I am kicking myself for not taking my camera to every single rehearsal to document the progress of what I can only assume will become a theatrically revolutionary performance troupe (RIGHT GUYS?) I did however, photograph the destruction of the shed, and these are what I have down here. The shots are unedited, but I will be playing around with them a bit more and will post any newbies.

In the meantime, hear our name, hear our voice and keep your eyes peeled for The Backyard Bandits.