Bridget Everett is fearless, her new cabaret show is raunch-filled (but sometimes quite affecting), and you’d better be prepared for some unusual audience participation

Wardrobe malfunctions and nip slips are no shockers in a show by Bridget Everett, who performs without fear, boundaries or brassiere. Commissioned by Joe’s Pub, the new work is called Rock Bottom. It’s an ironic title, since this raunchy and raucous carnival ride of a cabaret leaves you on a dizzy high. The work is a collaboration with Hairspray and Smash songwriters Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman, whose songs here are miles away from white-bread Broadway show tunes. Wittman also directs. Swilling from a bottle inside a brown paper bag, the self-confessed Chardonnay-loving Everett goes from rants about Facebook to a rousing duet of Pat Boone’s “Let Me Live” with an actor impersonating a fetus (if that offends, stay far away). There’s also a sincere and teary declaration about giving up a “slave job” to perform full-time.