Imagine all the love of a Celine power ballad, and all the snot and isolation of an Ebola outbreak. This show’s kinda like that clip Beyonce did with Blue Ivy, only with more c-bombs, more references to extreme toilet paper usage, and no attempt whatsoever to hide marital difficulties. From parenting in the ‘80s to her hatred of the Disney musical, Frozen, The Motherload will leave no stone unturned, no relationship unexamined, no swear word unsworn. Oh, and there’ll be a John Farnham sing-along. By God, there will be a John Farnham sing-along. Accompanied by her long suffering father Vincie, Em will rip through your heart like herpes at a blue light disco. If you’ve had a mother, this show is for you.