How unlubricated wooden butt plugs finally turned me onto musicals

As I walked into the Soho Theatre, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. I was about to experience something I never thought I'd be interested in: a musical about unlubricated wooden butt plugs. The absurd premise had caught my attention, but I'd always been skeptical of musicals. I thought to myself, "This is going to be a long night of trying to find the humor in something that's just not my cup of tea." But little did I know, I was about to be pleasantly surprised.

The story of Hole revolves around a peculiar religious sect in Nebraska that wears butt plugs at all times, believing that it's a warning to "plug up or face the wrath of God." It's a bizarre turn of events that sets the stage for the rest of the musical. The sect's leader receives a direct message from the Holy Spirit, but not everyone in the flock believes him. A small group follows his lead, and after seven years of discomfort, they begin to doubt their faith. The climax of the story comes when they're all sucked into the air, never to be seen again, in what's dubbed "The Great Sucking."

As the only survivors of this apocalyptic event, two teenagers, Luke and Connor, embark on a mission of redemption. They're joined by a group of "perverted gays" who, coincidentally, were wearing butt plugs at the time. The story takes an unexpected turn, as these unlikely heroes navigate a post-apocalyptic world where the only people left are those who were prepared for the end of times.

I have to admit, I wasn't expecting much from Hole. I thought it would be a shallow, provocative show that relied on cheap laughs. But what I experienced was something entirely different. The two quirky performers who took to the stage were astonishingly talented, and their rich harmonies while singing about anal sex in the sky and lead toilets with seatbelts were genuinely beautiful. The show's blend of humor and heart was a perfect combination, and I found myself laughing and crying in equal measure.

As I left the Soho Theatre, I felt a sense of awe and wonder. Hole had finally managed to conquer a mountain I never thought possible: it had made me appreciate musicals. I was no longer skeptical, and I was already planning to see it again before it leaves London for the Edinburgh Fringe. The experience had left me speechless, and I couldn't wait to share it with others.

The success of Hole is evidence of the power of creativity and innovation in the arts. Who would have thought that a musical about unlubricated wooden butt plugs would resonate with audiences in such a profound way? It's a reminder that even in the most unexpected places, we can find beauty and meaning.

I'm excited to see where this newfound appreciation for musicals will take me. Will I become a regular at the theatre?But one thing is certain: I'll be keeping an eye out for more shows that defy expectations and push the boundaries of what we consider "music."