I haven’t been to a live music performance since I sang in the shower this morning. (It was terrible, 1 star). Before Drummer Queens, I certainly hadn’t been to a live music experience of such vein-throbbing, entertainment-packing stagecraft for a good old while. This show will leave you shook. And perhaps a little dazed.

Niki Johnson, Georgia Anderson, Salina Myat, Peta Anderson and Lisa Purmodh in Drummer Queens. Photograph © David Hooley

There are eight in the royal all-Aussie sisterhood, and all of them are born of the sacred beat. Their stomping (and pounding, and thumping) ground is the Sydney Lyric Theatre for the world premiere of the show, which was created and composed by Joe Accaria; a glamorous, golden carapace of a theatre, right next to another Crown – this one, the casino, now lying heavy on James Packer’s head. Towering bridges reminiscent of the inside of a drum are the moving sculptures that enshrine the show. Built of gold-burnished, glittering scaffolding that gives off both steampunk and art deco vibes, it forms an impressive backdrop that the percussionists will sometimes scale, sometimes pull apart, and often thwack.

Clad in steampunk yellow jumpsuits (and...