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PLAY ON!

★★★★★

Lyric Hammersmith

PLAY ON!

Lyric Hammersmith

★★★★★

“The unique quality of this musical is that each number comes with its own ever-increasing ‘wow factor’.”

The atmosphere in the bar is electric. The only thing missing is the fog of cigarette smoke, otherwise we’ve walked into an old brownstone building on the corner of 52nd Street. It is the early 1940s. Was that Charlie Parker over there by the bar? I’m sure I just saw Dizzy Gillespie. Through the crowds clutching their Daiquiris and Manhattans, I think I can hear Duke Ellington strike a few opening chords on the grand piano. But then the chime of the intercom – with its five-minute call – brings us back into the twenty-first century, as we file into the auditorium for Sheldon Epps’ musical “Play On!”

The title comes from the Duke’s famous opening line from “Twelfth Night” on which this musical is based. Epps’ concept, with the book by Cheryl L. West, takes brazen liberties with Shakespeare while still convincing us of its faithfulness. The result is a revelation – as we are transported from Illyria to the Cotton Club in Harlem in nineteen-forty-something. The music of Duke Ellington slots into the narrative as though he were commissioned to write the songs specifically for this show. This is hardcore jazz, steeped in tradition, but sharing the stage with its modern sister ‘hip-hop’ thanks to the stunning choreography of Kenrick H2O Sandy MBE.

The opening routine sets the tone – a burst of precision and emotion, the ensemble moving as one, led by Llewellyn Jamal. Breaking free from the song and from his magnetic dance moves, Jamal coaxes us into the action, playing Jester – a chancing, two-timing yet loveable rogue. Into the club wanders his niece, Viola (Tsemaye Bob-Egbe), an aspiring songwriter looking to make it big in the Big Apple, and hoping to join the ranks of the club’s band leader ‘Duke’. She hasn’t bargained for the reception she receives though. “Ain’t no woman can do songwriting” her uncle Jester tells her. To be taken seriously she dresses as a man and becomes Vyman. Meanwhile ‘Duke’ (Earl Gregory) is suffering from writer’s block, unable to complete his melodies. With his Mojo gone, so too has the affections of Lady Liv (KoKo Alexandra) the nightclub’s diva. Vyman is tasked with trying to put things right and, with the help and hindrance of Rev (Cameron Bernard Jones), Miss Mary (Tanya Edwards) and Sweets (Lifford Shillingford) we embark on a very Shakespearean comedy of errors. With all that jazz.

The unique quality of this musical is that each number comes with its own ever-increasing ‘wow factor’. And each performer matches the demands of the material with equal virtuosity. Gregory’s plaintive ‘I Let a Song Go Out of My Heart’ is followed by Alexandra’s ‘Mood Indigo’ (what an entrance Alexandra makes!). Bob-Egbe’s ‘Don’t Get Around Much Anymore’ rightly betrays the fact that she does get around a lot on the musical theatre scene. Smoky, bluesy ballads interlock with Bebop, big band syncopation. ‘It Don’t Mean a Thing If It Ain’t Got That Swing’, but “Play On!” swings over the edge, and we cling on in ecstasy as it sways to the rhythm. An infectious and irresistible rhythm courtesy of the onstage five-piece band, led by musical director Ashton Moore at the grand piano.

Each number is a highlight – the solos, duets, quartets and more. Jamal and Shillingford deliver a brilliantly hilarious ‘Rocks in My Bed’ while the first act closes with a rousing ‘Solitude’, each singer overlapping before coming together into a rousing, show-stopping ensemble. The vocal dexterity is matched by their handling of West’s text. Bob-Egbe’s fluidity and Jamal’s flexibility are a master class in acting and timing, while Gregory’s cool smoky tones evoke the period with echoes of a young Leslie ‘Hutch’ Hutchinson in his Harlem days.

The ending of the story plays fast and loose with the original plot. Rev, who represents Malvolio, has a very different fate. The reconciliations are not wholly expected by those familiar with Shakespeare’s text. In fact, in some ways, this has a more satisfactory conclusion. The feelgood factor is one that the Bard may not have sanctioned, but we endorse it, and love it. And we leave the auditorium with more than a dance in our step. “If music be the food of love, play on… Give me excess of it”. That sums it up really.



PLAY ON!

Lyric Hammersmith

Reviewed on 31st January 2025

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Ellie Kurttz

 

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

OTHELLO | ★★★★ | January 2023

PLAY ON!

PLAY ON!

PLAY ON!

 

 

MY MOTHER’S FUNERAL: THE SHOW

★★★★★

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

MY MOTHER’S FUNERAL: THE SHOW at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe

★★★★★

“The prowess of Jones’ writing and Charlotte Bennett’s direction is unique and utterly refreshing”

My Mother’s Funeral: The Show is a crucial and stunning piece on trauma mining in the arts. Based on the experience of losing a loved one and discovering the expense of death unjust, Kelly Jones writes a masterpiece that challenges the notion that dying is the great leveller. A breath-taking meta-theatrical triumph: this performance follows 24-year-old Abigail as she desperately pitches and writes a play about her mother’s (very) recent death. When a stranger turns to you at the end of the show in tears letting you know they intend to immediately ring their mum, you know the performance has done its job.

Playwright Kelly Jones presents a stunningly honest voice on the issues of how the arts industry treats trauma and social commentary. Jones delivers a powerful and poetic script that skips between tearjerkingly direct experiences of navigating the death of a close family member and trying to respect a dead relative’s wishes. The complexity of her writing is brilliantly clever and pulls the audience in from the moment Nicole Sawyerr (playing Abigail) takes to the stage. Sawyerr gives her all to the performance, holding the audience tightly in the palm of her hand.

As a microphone takes centre stage, as does our grief-struck protagonist. Moments where Abigail takes the mic on her feelings work beautifully into the meta-theatrical premise of the show and the sound production flies in support of it. Touching on themes of gentrification, demonisation of the working class, and estranged family relationships, My Mother’s Funeral touches nerves with the utmost composure and tact. The throughline of commentary on the divide between working class communities and the arts industry is sharp and so very needed. As the show holds a mirror to its paying audience, gasps and tears and laughter are elicited from the audience.

The staging (Rhys Jarman) is dynamic and drives the creativity of the show. Similarly, the gorgeous lighting (Joshua Gadsby) and sound design (Asaf Zohar) are as electric as the knife-edged acting. Samuel Armfield (playing Abigail’s brother and a particularly distasteful theatre producer) and Debra Baker (playing Abigail’s mum, healthcare professionals and an ignorant actor) multi-role phenomenally. The two flawlessly switch between different accents and well-crafted physicality. The direction is tasteful, thoughtful and comedic from beginning to end. This show catches you howling with laughter one second and wiping tears away the next in well-earned moments of emotional tension. Armfield and Baker’s supporting roles combine to pressure the devastation and rage of Sawyerr’s acting as her voice echoes both forcefully and delicately into the space. In particular, the climax of the show is directed with terrific effect, highlighting the pathetic hypocrisy of marketing trauma in theatre at the expense of real people.

My Mother’s Funeral breaks down what it means to write from your own experience to receive financial gratification from others. The prowess of Jones’ writing and Charlotte Bennett’s direction is unique and utterly refreshing amongst an arts landscape that is so readily available to sacrifice its creatives for the sake of entertainment and shock value. The perspective this show provides and its innovative delivery and conception is deeply essential.


MY MOTHER’S FUNERAL: THE SHOW at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe – Roundabout @ Summerhall

Reviewed on 23rd August 2024

by Molly Knox

Photography by Nicola Young

 

 


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