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Excalibur

3850 Las Vegas Blvd. S.

Las Vegas, NV 89109

702-794-8200

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$41-61

Sun-Thu 9pm

Fri-Sat 9 & 11pm

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B+

AT A GLANCE

What is it?

A rogue's gallery of Australian male strippers who do more than just put the shrimp on the barbie. No, I don't know what that means either.

Where is it?

In a small showroom at Excalibur on the South Strip.

Is it worth the cost?

If you want to see impossibly hot guys take their clothes off, then yes.

Why should I see this show?

Beefcake. Australian beefcake.

What else do I need to know?

Guys... take my advice and take your girlfriends or wives to see this show. You'll thank me later.

What's the bottom line?

A wild and raucous good time.

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FULL REVIEW

There are a lot of what I call "breast shows" in Vegas, but where should the females that visit the city turn for some scantily clad entertainment? Never fear, the Thunder from Down Under is here with what I will officially call a "chest show," a rollicking, wild, funny, and lascivious night out with a troop of Australian male strippers at Excalibur.

The show, filled with lots of bump and grind from a group of impossibly good-looking and well-built men, is an all out riot - almost as much fun for the few guys in the audience as for the mostly female contingent. I know most of you guys are sitting there thinking, "I'd never enjoy a show where a bunch of men take off their clothes," but I'm telling you it's a hoot to watch how crazy the whole thing gets and I'm not the only one who was laughing, clapping, and having a great time.

There's certainly nothing here you haven't seen before. It's basically a group of men, all from Australia, all toned and tanned within an inch of their lives, who dance, strip, shake, shimmy, and try to incite the women in the audience to higher levels of outrageousness. Whether the guys are leaping into the audience to plant soul kisses on unsuspecting female admirers or pulling them up on stage to put on a show for everyone, there's always something wild happening and most of it made me shake my head and giggle.

I mean, come on. When the amiable and funny host of the show said he was going to give away a pair of Thunder from Down Under silk boxer shorts to whomever in the audience got his attention, I saw at least half a dozen women stand up and rip open their shirts to flash their breasts at the guy. For a pair of boxer shorts!!! I'm not going to even mention what happened when he went to give away a calendar.

The mostly female audience drops all of their inhibitions and goes nuts for these guys and that's where, as either a participant or an observer, it's easy to get caught up and have a good time with this show.

And guys, I'll give you one other bit of advice here... take your girlfriend or wife to this show and I can almost promise you that you're going to wish you had gotten the Jacuzzi suite at your hotel if you know what I mean, wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

I've spent more time talking about the audience in this review than I have about the performers and I guess that's not totally fair. Most of them are fine dancers and/or athletes, the choreography and music choices are fine and appropriate for the mood, and the show zips along with only a few hiccups. But really isn't the important part the fact that they are all almost science-fiction handsome and they are all shameless exhibitionists who know how to work an audience? I think so.

One note... although there were a few gay men in the audience, this show is designed for the women in the crowd - despite the Village People and "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert" segments. I had heard that the guys actually go out of their way to assert their heterosexuality, but whether it's because they realized that gay men pay the same ticket prices as women or they didn't want to come off quite as threatening to the husbands and boyfriends, that business wasn't in the show I saw. Whatever the reason, it's still very clear that these are ladies' men (at least during these 90 minutes) and I'm not sure what a gay audience is going to get out of it other than some good fantasy material for later.

So ladies, send your husbands or boyfriends off to see a breast show and come here to get your jollies with a chest show. Or better yet, drag them along and make fun of them later when they have to admit that they actually enjoyed the spectacle.

And guys... remember that Jacuzzi advice.

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