The Housewives, in this rock musical with book by Hope Juber and Ellen Guylas, are three moms who put together an act for the PTA talent night, and manage to parlay their performance of “domestic rock” (songs like “The Reynold’s Rap” and “It Sucks,” about vacuum cleaners) into a career that, with wild improbability, makes them bigger than the Beatles. The dramaturgy is slapdash and primitive, with narration alternating with flashbacks, as the three women — Lexie (Jayme Lake) the blond airhead; Lynn (Corinne Decker) the pushy egomaniac; and Becca (Jamey Hood) the rueful songwriter — slog their way through all the way stations of girl-group musicals: the sleazy manager (Anthony DeSantis), internecine rivalries, scandals and addiction (in this case, to TV soap operas). Fortunately, the 19 musical numbers, by Hope and Laurence Juber (with several collaborators) are lively, the choreography by Kay Cole is clever, and the Housewives are attractive, engaging and talented. Director Kelly Ann Ford paces the show nicely, and the handsome set by DC2 and the sometimes wacky costumes by Sharell Martin complement the satiric proceedings. The show is feather-light, but it’s slick, stylish and goes down easy. A packed house was lapping it up at the performance I attended.

Fridays, Saturdays, 8 p.m.; Sundays, 3 p.m. Starts: Sept. 6. Continues through Oct. 12, 2008

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