What’s the best way to address the current trend of toxic masculinity and dating culture? Well, when you’re at the Adelaide Fringe, it’s to parody it. And that’s just what Fuccbois: Live in Concert does. ARIA award-winning writer Bridie Connell has written a stinging, yet accurate, piece of satire that combines music (by Dave Muratore), impressive choreography and a fabulous cast to create one of the most unexpectedly hilarious shows of the Fringe.

Brenden, Brandon, Tyler and Also Brenden make up the Fuccbois, a fictional world-famous boy band that has sold more records and broken more hearts than anyone who has come before them. In one last concert, they’re going to sing you all their greatest hits before calling it quits. But will the pressures of this final performance get to them before the show is over? In a wickedly funny sixty minutes, we discover all the heartbreaking highs and emotional lows that make the Fuccbois the way they are.

The four women who make up the Fuccbois are exceptional. Unfortunately, Megan Walshe (who usually plays Tyler) was unavailable for the show I was watching, but Grace Royale more than just covered her spot; she excelled in it. The long, uncomfortable stares into the audience's eyes, the solo songs, Tyler’s professing his love for select members of the crowd, this was as funny as it was bizarre. Songs like Slow Fade and Gaslight will bury themselves deep into your skull like an earworm, while the choreographed dance moves were all on point. Vidya (playing Brenden) has a beautiful voice, whether singing to a backing track or not, while Clara (Also Brenden) brings a lot of the comedy to the performance. I still don’t understand how they managed to fit a hydraulic lift into the Kingfisher Tent?!? Bridie Connell (playing Brandon) is the tension bringer to the group. Wanting to perform on his own, his jealousy of other members is the catalyst for a lot of the trouble on stage.

My biggest worry before going to see Fuccbois was how they were going to drag this seemingly five-minute joke (women playing toxic men) for over sixty minutes. I didn’t have to worry about that at all, because each character has their chance to shine (albeit painfully cringeworthy), and with video segments thrown in, the hour absolutely flew by. My only knock on this show is the screeching halt the laughs came to when the stage manager (Mikala) finally breaks down. This is a part where I think that you have to treat your audience with a bit of self-awareness. We all know that what the Fuccbois do and sing about is wrong; it doesn’t need to be spelled out to us. With the show devoid of laughs for a good five minutes, it’s a hard task to try to bring them back up again. 

Still, this is probably the funniest performance I’ve seen at the Fringe in 2026. They may not be stand-ups, but the Fuccbois will make you want to stand up and applaud and after this live concert.

****1/2 Four and a Half Stars