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Grandmothers Closet

Grandmother’s Closet

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Edinburgh Festival Fringe

GRANDMOTHER’S CLOSET at Edinburgh Festival Fringe

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Grandmothers Closet

“A messy first half turns into a touching second”

 

Luke Hereford’s solo autobiographical show is a musical journey through his life growing up in Wales, discovering his queerness, and his relationship with his nan, who also happens to be his number one fan, and his best friend. Set at her ninetieth birthday party, Hereford is joined on stage by pianist Bobby Harding, who accompanies them with a soundtrack of Kylie, Kate Bush, and Meet Me in St Louis.

There’s a lot to admire in the show. It’s sort of fabulously chaotic, a little bit messy, which kind of suits the tone as Hereford plays dress up with items from his grandmother’s onstage wardrobe. It’s old fashioned, the insides patterned with pale pink florals. On the other side of the stage is a dressing table, draped with a few bits of Nan’s jewellery and perfume bottles; a hollow mirror, which Harding pokes their head behind, sat at the piano. Hereford narrates stories of his first time at pride (with Nan providing the lube and condoms), and their trip to Broadway together, to see eight shows in five days. But Nan, as later revealed, has dementia. And it’s heartbreaking for Hereford, and us, to see her memories fading. She’s his biggest icon. But, as he eventually realises, β€˜even if your memory fades, I’ll always have them, even if you don’t’.

The musical numbers and staging are generally a bit all over the place. Hereford doesn’t have the strongest vocals, and sometimes loses control of the performance as he tries to get through the songs. He’s certainly very committed to the act, which is commendable, but some tighter direction or choreography could really help give each of the segments a bit more purpose. In one section he sort of waves a large white sheet around, and I’m not really sure what’s happening.

The action of trying to get the lipstick on properly, and then finally getting it right, gives the show a really nice overall character arc. We feel by the end that Hereford does now have what they need to be their true self, even if Nan isn’t around anymore in the way she used to be. A messy first half turns into a touching second, but the show as a whole needs quite a bit of tidying up to become something really special.

 

Reviewed 13th August 2022

by Joseph Winer

 

Photography by Kirsten McTernan

 

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All That Malarkey – Glitterball – 5 Stars

Glitterball

All That Malarkey – Glitterball

King’s Head Theatre

Reviewed – 13th July 2018

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β€œA riotously hilarious cabaret of musical mash-ups and stunning harmonies”

 

All That Malarkey’s β€˜Glitterball’ is a riotously hilarious cabaret of musical mash-ups and stunning harmonies that somehow manages to deepen ones appreciation of camp classics whilst providing one of the funniest evening’s entertainment I’ve had in a long time.

β€œKeep it gay” is declared in the show’s opening number, and it’s a promise this β€˜classical cabaret ensemble’ fully deliver on. Presenting one hundred years of camp, our four singers begin as Pride flag wielding warriors under the scathing and witty gaze of musical director David George Harrington (who, despite the sweltering heat, is a passionate and powerful force behind the keyboard) and it only gets better from there.

It would be accurate to describe the act as sliding effortlessly from touching renditions of Tchaikovsky to mad Lady Gaga mash-ups, but that would be doing the work of Harrington and his singers an injustice. The medleys, though treading familiar ground (Queen, ABBA, et al.), are wonderfully original, utilising the vocal dexterity of the ensemble to create a blend of a cappella, classical harmonies, barbershop-esque backing vocals and camp storytelling that feels totally unique. Harrington himself becomes compare in between numbers and is comfortable interjecting at random during songs to add to the chaos.

Amy Elizabeth Fuller, Eleias Roberts, Frances Gregory and Roland George Harrad are the four singers working on this particular show, and they all excel. Not only are their voices strong and dextrous, but they have the compelling ability to commit fully to what they’re singing (despite its constant ridiculousness), whilst simultaneously not taking themselves at all seriously, and yet still shedding new light on old classics. Who knew that a mash-up of Elton John and George Michael could give you goose bumps? Or that Mad About The Boy is, in fact, a song about four heartless hopeless sexually ambiguous romantics?

For a night of songs you’ll know retold in a way you didn’t quite think possible, for luscious singing and aggressive nudge-nudge-wink-wink comedy, for feel good antics to remind us, as Harrington did, that β€˜Love Trumps Hate’, look no farther than All That Malarkey.

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Reviewed by Joseph Prestwich

 


All That Malarkey – Glitterball

King’s Head Theatre

 

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The Mikado | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | March 2018
Fishbowl | β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2018
Baby Box | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | May 2018

 

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