Follow the Bouncing ‘Raack’ to its New Home at The D

raack-n-roll2-credit-edison-graff.jpgWow, get a load of that Raack!

C’mon—producers Angela and Matt Stabile must’ve wanted someone to write that so they could blurb it on a Raack N Roll poster. Happy to oblige, kids.

Worthy of the sentiment? Kinda-sorta. Just to clarify, we’re referring to the show itself, not, specifically, the five sets of (impressive) anatomical imperatives that justify the title.

After being displaced from Hooters hotel-casino when that property underwent bankruptcy proceedings, the topless strut-a-thon resurfaced at Downtown’s The D. Think of it as a push-up bra for the hotel’s developing entertainment slate (filled out by Marriage Can Be Murder and comedy-magician Adam London, and rumored to soon include the Vegas return of the Scintas).

Carrying the Stabile stamp—the couple is responsible for the Flamingo’s long-running X Burlesque—this erotic revue has their signature polish and a novel twist in its rock soundtrack, yet Raack ranks as a minor entry in the genre. Mounted on a modest budget, it’s not intended to match the large-scale Peepshow, or even fellow top-doffers Crazy Girls, iCandy Burlesque, Shades of Temptation and Fantasy.

Though it feels smaller than most in The D Showroom—more of a toy showroom, really—its intimacy lends it a kitschy kick, as if the five ladies are right in your lap. Launching with a video informing us the phrase “rock ’n’ roll” originally referenced the sex act (so, by the way, did “jazz”), Raack N Roll rocks out to hits by Alice in Chains, Tool, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Korn, Metallica, Papa Roach—and the Osmonds (“Crazy Horses”).

While that lessens the sensuality compared with other shows where R&B soundtracks are more seductive, it does ramp up the carnal amperage. Vibe-wise, the others have their making-love moments.

Raack is pure screwing.

Creatively, the numbers fit snugly in the genre’s standard playlist amid strobe lights and video screens flashing bright, random images like a ’60s acid trip. Girls wield phallic-like prop rifles, do the naughty nurse and teasing teacher routines, seduce a slightly embarrassed male audience member onstage by spanking him—you know the drill.

Little twists tweak the formula—girls dance on platforms adjacent to the stage, and a cute X-ray machine-type contraption called the Raackomatic 3000 matches the ladies with slides of different mammary sets.

Handling the male comic/impressionist role, Robert Nash does a killer Robert De Niro, while others—Brando, Pacino, Walken, Travolta, Dangerfield, et al.—aren’t all as on-target. Yet they’re delivered in such a frenetic comic blizzard it’s impossible not to be amused.

Raack N Roll isn’t our biggest breast show, but its assets are perky.

STRIP POSTSCRIPT: Update from the Frank Marino Files: Supplementing his fame (and income) as headliner of The Quad’s Divas Las Vegas, the Fabulous One has signed on as the face of Dagarcamelle Cosmetics, targeting the LGBT and drag communities. Ad tagline: “Cosmetics for the Gay at Heart.” Using the men’s line to “refresh, tone and balance his face,” we’re told in a press release, is how Marino chooses to “de-stress.”

Apparently, the more mundane concept of “relaxing” is reserved for us slobs who do it with Law & Order: SVU marathons and a bag of Fritos.

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