‘Blimey, for a Monday night you’re well up for it aren’t you?’ said the narrator, Steve Punt.
I couldn’t have agreed more. I’ve never seen a crowd this noisy on an opening night.
Not for the faint-hearted, Richard O’Brien’s creation is two hours of evocative, risqué madness and mayhem about a newly-engaged couple’s run-in with a mad transvestite scientist.
The show, famously made into a film in 1975, has gathered cult status over the years.
The audience got involved from the beginning, don’t be surprised if you’re sat next to people in fancy dress, there’s fishnets and suspenders everywhere.
Diana Vickers was delightful as Janet and Ben Freeman was equally as impressive as Brad.
The crowd couldn’t get enough of Dominic Anderson as Rocky, donning nothing more than leopard print underwear for the majority of the show.
However, the night belonged to Liam Tamne as Frank-N-Furter.
The part, made famous by Tim Curry, meant he had big boots – or should I say stilettos – to fill, but boy did he do it.
He was hilarious yet seductive, with vocals as smooth as his legs.