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QUEEN BY CANDLELIGHT

★★★★

UK Tour

QUEEN BY CANDLELIGHT

London Palladium

★★★★

“stirring, faithful and poignant”

Two questions immediately spring to mind. The first is: why candlelight? Why does the stage of the London Palladium have the appearance of a Guns N’ Roses video dressed as it is with hundreds of flickering (albeit artificial) flames.

There is an answer, but it is attached to a story so more on that later.

The second more pressing question is: how on earth are you supposed to replace or replicate one of the greatest frontmen in rock history, a man of splendid pomp and quite remarkable vocal dexterity?

The answer is 13.

That’s how many Freddie Mercurys there are in this stirring, faithful and poignant tribute to the music of Queen.

All 13 – including four women to account for his operatic range – are rip-roaring West End quality singers, and each has a moment in the spotlight. And then occasionally they come together in a sort of Mercury clone chorus, as if to suggest that 13 quasi-Freddies is the only way to do justice to the majesty of the original.

And in case you’re checking the exchange rate, two guitarists are the equivalent of one Brian May, but John Deacon and Roger Taylor have parity, one for one. In addition, there are keyboards and strings which add drama to some of Queen’s more swelling songs, such as Who Wants To Live Forever? (Thousands of rheumy eyes prickling with tears over lost youths and lost lives.)

And in answer to the candlelight question, the original core troupe was launched to create work for musicians affected by Covid-19. The production was one of the first shows to be staged after lockdown and the only venues available were churches, hence the candles.

Since then, the show has been performed over 300 times including at St Paul’s Cathedral (completing the church loop) and Carnegie Hall, New York.

There was an overabundance of self-congratulation throughout the evening – we were forever being urged to applaud every wail and lick – but that’s OK. Production company Kinda Dusty made it to the Palladium. They have a right to be a little pleased with themselves.

Back to the music, to the anthems, to a back catalogue so stuffed with classics that choosing what stays and what goes must have been a nightmare. Look, here comes another stormer: Somebody To Love, and another, the ridiculously gorgeous Days Of Our Lives. Killer Queen. Don’t Stop Me Now. The Show Must Go On (that last pair having a certain urgency as the show was halted for a medical emergency in the audience). I Want To Break Free. A stripped down Love Of My Life.

And then, on our feet for We Are The Champions, Radio Ga Ga (“let’s see those hands”). You find yourself smiling. Maybe you didn’t mean to smile, weren’t in the mood to smile, but there it is anyway: the smile.

Finally, the massed ranks of Mercurys with accompanying Palladium chorus, come together for a rousing and inevitable Bohemian Rhapsody to mark its 50th birthday.

Even without the real thing, it’s a kind of magic.



QUEEN BY CANDLELIGHT

London Palladium

Reviewed on 8th April 2025

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Matt Young

 

 


 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

FIGARO: AN ORIGINAL MUSICAL | ★★ | February 2025
HELLO, DOLLY! | ★★★★ | July 2024
THE ADDAMS FAMILY A MUSICAL COMEDY – LIVE IN CONCERT | ★½ | February 2024
TRUE TALES OF SEX, SUCCESS AND SEX AND THE CITY | ★★★½ | February 2024
DEATH NOTE – THE MUSICAL IN CONCERT | ★★★★ | August 2023

QUEEN BY CANDLELIGHT

QUEEN BY CANDLELIGHT

QUEEN BY CANDLELIGHT

BETSY: THE WISDOM OF A BRIGHTON WHORE

★★★

Phoenix Arts Club

BETSY: THE WISDOM OF A BRIGHTON WHORE

Phoenix Arts Club

★★★

“Strachan manages to evoke a cast of characters and a milieu of menace with an exceptional level of craft and dexterity”

We’re in a world of cads in carriages and saucepots in corsets as Betsy, an observer and grim recipient of human weakness, tells a tale of life on the edge.

Brighton, 1820s, and the sounds of breaking waves fill the air with thoughts of cheeky postcards and dirty weekends.

And this is how it begins in a monologue written and directed by Jonathan Brown and performed with captivating gusto by Imogen Strachan, alone on the stage for 90 minutes.

Betsy is lowly, yes, but she knows you. She sees you.

“Don’t judge me,” she yells petulantly at the outset. She is society’s ugly necessity, a riposte to complacent wives and an outlet for pompous men (“reverend this, reverend that”) who wear and jettison their piety like a cloak.

“I’ll lift my skirts and show you what I’ve been hiding for thousands of years,” she declares.

In a setting more used to cabaret, the atmosphere is that of music hall, with a gaudy wench performing raucous turns and double entendres for penny-a-pop revellers.

Having departed impenitent from the St Mary’s Home for Penitent Women, Betsy finds herself wined, dined and skewered by the knobs of the town, one of whom lingers longer in her memory than the other flies-by-night.

Brooding George Bintshaft, Guardian of the Town and Chair of the Committee for the Provision of the Poor, will be her undoing and the bringer of darkness into a life that was previously dismal but chipper.

Now with a child, Strachan’s Betsy becomes a more urgent and tragic figure, stripped of power and agency. Her frivolous games and waspish provocations are undone by the sight of a toddler who needs feeding.

The boy Jack is beginning to ask questions and she wears “more bruises than I can cover in stories and paint”.

Writer Brown and performer Strachan strip away the catty façade that sustains Betsy to reveal a woman – and a society – that is built atop a tip of discards. The music hall perkiness gives way to a penny dreadful melodrama as the whore is used and abused by those who can act without consequence because she amounts to nothing.

Intruding cameos tell the stories of other Brighton women about to give birth, a place which is so precariously poised between life and death. Suddenly Betsy is not a singular woman but part of an historic lineage of the forgotten.

The marathon journey from shabby chic to miserly degradation is too long and sometimes cliched, but Strachan manages to evoke a cast of characters and a milieu of menace with an exceptional level of craft and dexterity.

She shows, through dissolving layers of resolve, that pluck isn’t sufficient currency when society is stacked against you.

This is an unsettling and swirling vignette, with greater depth and moment than its bawdy trappings might suggest.



BETSY: THE WISDOM OF A BRIGHTON WHORE

Phoenix Arts Club

Reviewed on 4th April 2025

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Christina Vale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

EDGES | ★★★★ | January 2024

 

 

BETSY

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