The epically talented cast uses “found” objects (a nice way of saying junk) to create a symphony of sound both big and small, serious and humorous, and always entertaining. What starts with one guy sweeping the stage with a standard push-broom turns into a thumping, whooshing, clacking orchestra as the entire cast of 16 takes the stage, each playing a slightly different instrument with the same piece of wood and straw. If you can mentally step outside of what you’re seeing and hearing for a second you’ll be amazed at the intricacies of the rhythms and the precision timing. It’s like watching a perfectly executed marching band complete with choreography.

From the brooms they move on to, well, just about anything you can imagine. Dust pans, boxes filled with what sounds like peanuts, empty water jugs, pipes, plastic garbage bags, metal rods, and of course the signature trash can lids all become just another thing to make music with and although there is a certain sameness to some of the numbers it never ceases to remain revelatory.

The stand-out numbers are the ones that veer off in even stranger, and strangely quieter, directions. When all 16 cast-members sit on the lip of the stage in a completely dark theater and do a musical composition worthy of Beethoven with Zippo lighters, you’ll be blown away. And when a subset of the group turns newspapers and coughing into a hilarious hip-hop battle of wills you’ll be laughing yourself sick. And of course when several of the cast members literally “play” kitchen sinks, well – that’s just genius.

There are a couple of quibbles with the show. As mentioned above some of the numbers blend together with their sameness and perhaps I’m just getting old, but even I started getting a bit of a headache from the loud banging by the time the show was over, but that’s really nit-picking. I walked out happier than I was when I walked in so that has to be worth something.

I also loved how the cast was not the usual super-toned, manufactured pretty that you often see on Vegas stages. Their ages range from 20’s to 30s, men and women, there was at least one of virtually every race or ethnicity you could think of, and several of them were not exactly what you might call “fit” at least in comparison to the rock-hard-ab set that dominates most productions in this town. This melting pot of “types” adds to the overall tone of the show, that seems to say there is music and movement and joy in everything and everyone if you just take a few minutes to look for it. It is the very definition of the word inclusion.