Thriller Hen Party Dance Class Newcastle
Thriller Hen Party Dance Class in Newcastle
Thriller Hen Do — Newcastle
My Dance Hen Party Newcastle
Venues
City Centre Studio
Grainger Town / Quayside — confirmed on booking
Ouseburn Studio
Creative quarter — confirmed on booking
Your Venue
Hotels & Airbnbs — we come to you across Tyneside
About This Thriller Hen Party Dance Class in Newcastle
Most people's stab at the zombie dance falls to bits within seconds of the arms going up. A thriller dance hen party Newcastle sets out to drag the whole group all the way to the final freeze-frame. The most-mimicked routine in pop history comes looping back at you in bite-size sections — the leaden graveyard drag, the crooked claw hands, the snapping head-turn, the shoulders rippling one dancer to the next — until a room of shambolic twitching fuses into a single, unsettling pack.
Newcastle hardly needs dressing for the part. Once the shutters come down, the honey-stone gorge of Grey Street and Grainger Town goes gloriously gothic, and the medieval Castle Keep that lent the city its very name throws the sort of shadow a horde was built to shuffle through. We rehearse around the centre and the Quayside, room named at booking, and the ninety-minute slot leaves space for more Jackson.
However big the horde grows, the number won't move — £140 for sixty minutes, £165 for ninety — whether eight rise up or thirty, plus £10 for a bottle of fizz to toast with. Rather raise the dead out of public view? Your choreographer lugs the entire graveyard show to your door across Newcastle and Tyneside. A thriller dance hen do Newcastle is best filmed from a first-floor window as the pack seethes down in the street below — then you shamble off into the Bigg Market, shoulders still going.
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What's Included in Your Thriller Hen Party
- A choreographer who fuses a roomful of stray limbs into one marching horde
- The entire graveyard routine, delivered in short, repeating blocks
- Extra Michael Jackson worked in if you take the ninety-minute slot
- A warm-up to loosen the joints first, a stretch to close things off
- Every scrap of sound kit and the tracks, brought and set up on your behalf
- Tailor-made for non-dancers — rigid and graceless is the whole aesthetic
- Photo breaks, the strongest shots grabbed from a balcony or landing above
- One flat charge, a coven of five or a mob of thirty
- A central or Quayside studio, or the whole undead crew sent to yours
What You'll Experience at Our Thriller Dance Class
- That lurching walk, the hooked fingers, the head that jerks round dead on the beat
- Those shoulder rolls, at last arriving in the correct sequence
- The eerie moment the whole room clicks into one identical pose
- A cinematic closer designed for filming from the off
- A pre-dance face-paint session that becomes a party of its own
- A zombie clip that gets dragged out at every family gathering for years
Perfect For Your Newcastle Hen Do
- Halloween and autumn hens, of course
- Groups wanting a keepsake clip more than another sore head
- Anyone certain they can't dance — spot-on for a pack of zombies
- Hens weaving the class into a Bigg Market night
- Weekends hunting something well off the beaten track
- Anyone scheming to rise from the grave partway through the reception
What Our Hens Say
Thriller hen parties we have taught across Newcastle.
"Nineteen bridesmaids locked into the graveyard pose in a studio off Grey Street, a phone balanced up on a shelf for the wide angle. The clip could pass for a fortnight of rehearsals."
— Amber C. ★★★★★"We did it in October: ages spent daubing on fake wounds, an hour on the choreography, then the whole horde staggered down Grey Street past the Castle Keep and nobody batted an eyelid."
— Emma L. ★★★★★"Looking rubbish is literally the goal, so a few of us who normally can't dance a step were finally in our comfort zone. Strangely the comfiest sixty minutes of the trip."
— Gemma W. ★★★★★"Surprised the groom with it during the speeches — the whole top table lurched to its feet as the track hit. The look on him alone made the fortnight of planning worth it."
— Sam F. ★★★★★Thriller Hen Party FAQ
Everything you need to know about our Thriller hen party dance class in Newcastle.
Truthfully, none of us can dance — does that spoil it? +
If anything it's an advantage. The entire style is rigid, jerky and a little bit off, so the folk who swear blind they've no rhythm often turn into the standout zombies. Give it half an hour and the whole room is shuffling in eerie unison, coordination or none.
Whereabouts in Newcastle does it run, and is it easy to reach? +
Partner studios around the city centre — the gothic run of Grey Street and the Castle Keep nearby — and down on the Quayside, room sent through on booking. Central Station's direct King's Cross trains are a short walk off, the Metro carries in anyone stopping at the coast, and the middle of town is small enough to foot it.
What songs will we dance to at a Thriller hen party in Newcastle? +
It's centred on the Thriller graveyard routine — the one everybody attempts at weddings. Craving more Jackson? Take the ninety-minute booking and we'll add Beat It, Bad or Smooth Criminal; tell us your pick and it's in.
Is the zombie makeup sorted for us, or down to us? +
The gore's your job, and it's honestly half the laugh — loads of groups make a whole messy do of getting ready. Gone-off corpse or just deathly pale, the steps stay identical; we sort the dancing, you sort the fake blood.
How much does a Thriller hen party in Newcastle cost? +
One charge for the whole mob, with no per-person ticket — £140 an hour or £165 for ninety, venue hire only when it's one of ours, plus £10 for bubbly. However many extra zombies pile in, the figure holds, so shared out it's little each, and Newcastle undercuts London or Edinburgh on a weekend.
Could we spring the whole thing on the wedding later? +
Heaps of groups do just that. Flag it at booking and we'll drum it in properly, so come the wedding the moves resurface the instant that unmistakable intro slinks across the room. Not much tops a full row of bridesmaids jolting upright as the undead mid-song.