Joel Creasey knows what he likes, knows the people who like them, and knows exactly how to impress them. That’s why – even prior to him stepping onstage for his 2019 Melbourne International Comedy Festival show ‘Drink. Slay. Repeat.’ – he had the audience bouncing along to carefully selected Eurovision bangers. The playlist included some of the winners and losers from Australia’s audience-voted entrant for this year’s competition, as well as the quirky, squeaky winner of last year’s Eurovision contest ‘Toy’, a song that got a gentle mumble of excitement as it blasted through the speakers.

Unsurprisingly, Eurovision came up a couple of times during Creasey’s show, along with other things that have had him in the news in the past year – his relationship with male model Jack Stratton-Smith (who may potentially have psychic abilities), his foot-in-mouth conversation with Duchess of Sussex Meghan Markle at a recent gala, and his adventures in attending the Logies just to find a little more content for his show.

Creasey, the Crown Prince of Australian Comedy, is unapologetic in describing the messes he gets himself into. In case you couldn’t tell, he is hilariously gay, which comes across in his stories, his posturing, and his absolute adoration of Cher. He has a remarkably expressive performance style, bouncing across the stage and switching his microphone between both hands so he can gesture while he speaks. Every glance at the audience brings a new peal of laughter from his loving crowd, and he relishes in it – he is truly at home in front of the horde.

As expected from someone with as crass a mouth as Creasey, ‘Drink. Slay. Repeat.’ is not a family friendly show. The sign on the entrance door has all of its space taken up by warnings – drug references, swearing, stage effects (for those who are epileptic or otherwise affected – and the performance definitely has it all. From his poor maligned partner abandoned in Melbourne with an unspeakable medical issue while Creasey disappears back to Perth to deal with a family tragedy, to a variety of crude jokes (my favourite of which was a throwaway line about a scissor lift, you’ll know it when you hear it), this is one show you won’t want to take your kids to.

There are sobering moments – as mentioned before Creasey discusses a family tragedy, and his experience with homophobic violence, but he always manages to drag the audience back from the brink of depression with a flippant one liner to end even the saddest of stories. Creasey has a remarkable talent for call-backs, and there will be moments right before the end of the show that relate back to those at the start, which is always a delight. It’s like getting to experience two jokes in one, with one already glowing nostalgically.

For anyone interested in gay culture, Eurovision (also kind of gay culture), or accidentally staining a beloved pop star’s outfit (definitely gay culture), ‘Drink. Slay. Repeat.’ will be an absolutely hysterical night out. For anyone whose fancy is not piqued by that list, try something else, like a re-run of Question Time on ABC.