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FROM THE HEART

★★★★★

Garrick Theatre

FROM THE HEART

Garrick Theatre

★★★★

“It is a privilege to be in the audience, sharing the celebration”

It is a little-known fact that the lyricist Don Black started out as a stand-up comedian. His career change came about when he wrote his first song while waiting for a laugh at a gig in Darlington. Okay, this is a joke, but there’s a half-truth in there and it is indicative of the dry humour of Black’s own recorded voiceover that links the set list of his musical revue “From the Heart”. Celebrating his extraordinary career that spans over five decades, Black describes it as a personal tribute to the New York cabaret scene that inspired him. It is a modest affair, and it cannot escape the formality of an ornate West End proscenium arch, but the atmosphere is intimate and, at times, we could well be in a club on 46th Street.

With just a grand piano and double bass centre stage, a cast of five deliver a mix of iconic numbers and brand-new songs written with composers such as Gary Barlow, Natasha Bedingfield, David Arnold, Debbie Wiseman and Mike Batt. Director Nick Winston’s slick structure allows the music to speak for itself, while the performers make their way through the sweeping and eclectic range of material. Frances Mayli McCann, Shona McGarty, Caroline O’Connor, Clive Rowe, and Michael D. Xavier add their own personal touch to the songs, predominately solo but bookending the show with the rousing ensemble harmonies of title song, “From the Heart”.

The nature of the show highlights Black’s virtuosity as a lyricist, exposing the inventive use of rhyme and rhythm. But we see the emotion too. When once asked if he had ever written a song specifically for his late wife of sixty years, he replied, “all of them”. Caroline O’Connor’s rendition of “Life Goes On” is a poignant moment that stays with you long after the final bars ripple through the auditorium. Similarly, Clive Rowe’s aching “I’d Go to Bed Earlier” cuts straight to the heart with his crushed-velvet voice. But it is an evening of many moods. More than a hint of Music Hall informs the choreography when Rowe is joined by Michael D. Xavier for the sparkling duet “Fizzy or Still”, a light-hearted ode to abstinence and sobriety. Shona McGarty gives us the late-night bluesy sound of “Things a Lady Shouldn’t Do”, with a smoky edge to her voice. Frances Mayli McCann switches from the up-tempo “I’ve a Hundred Things to Do Before I Die” to the later power balled “Unhealable”. Michael D. Xavier is in impossibly fine voice for “Everything but the Blame” and the gorgeous “How Do You Fall Out of Love?”

Nearly twenty songs are programmed into the evening, and each performance of the show’s West End run features a special guest singer. Tonight it is Michael Ball with his inimitable rendition of “Love Changes Everything”. Ball humbly confesses it to be an honour to be included in the bill, a sentiment we share as soon as O’Connor follows his performance with a dramatic “When No-one’s Looking”, showcasing her passionate storytelling through song.

It is a well-balanced repertoire that occasionally errs on the polite. We feel safe and are always aware of the plush theatre seats we are sitting comfortably in, rather than feeling immersed in a Manhattan basement, despite the paired-back, expressive accompaniment of Musical Director Joseph Church on piano and Oliver Copelend on double bass (Copeland’s versatility is on show throughout, his playing ranging from the impossibly fast walking bass line of “The Reluctant Star” to the haunting, bowed legato of the more plaintive melodies). The evening belongs in ‘Restaurant Row’ rather than the ‘Hell’s Kitchen’ end of 46th Street.

Black’s more familiar and iconic output is saved for the encore. The temperature rises as the cast come together for a medley of Bond tunes and other milestones from the big and small screen, closing with “Born Free”. Don Black joins the cast onstage for a few words, genuinely affected by the tribute to his music he has just seen. It’s a labour of love for Black, the idea for this show having been in his mind for quite some time. It is a privilege to be in the audience, sharing the celebration with him. It does, indeed, come from the heart.



FROM THE HEART

Garrick Theatre

Reviewed on 8th October 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Eamonn B Shanahan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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WHY I STUCK A FLARE UP MY AR*E FOR ENGLAND

★★★★

Garrick Theatre

WHY I STUCK A FLARE UP MY AR*E FOR ENGLAND

Garrick Theatre

★★★★

“an hour of pure theatre comedy gold”

Just once in a while a piece of writing and a solo performance comes along that leaves you tingling as you leave the theatre. Jodie Comer’s Prima Facie was one. Now, at the opposite end of the scale of experience, comes Alex Hill with his one-man show about football fandom, its heights and its depths.

‘Why I Stuck A Flare up my Ar*e for England’ has been around for three years and, frankly, there is little for a reviewer to say that hasn’t been already said. It premiered at the Edinburgh Fringe in 2023, returned in 2024 and 2025, and for the last year has been touring in the UK and Australia. It’s been playing to sell-out audiences (last night was no exception) and has consistently garnered four and five stars.

So why I hadn’t heard of it (nor had my companion) is a bit of a mystery but here is where the brilliance of writer/performer/producer Alex Hill starts. Football dramas (the Ted Lasso TV series excepting) are not my usual fare. I barely noticed the European championship game when the #bumflare incident went viral and inspired this exposition. The current excitement around FIFA World Cup 2026 leaves me cold. Yet this could scarcely be a better time to see this show. It is both dazzling and devastating in its fantasy exploration of the inner life of fictional football fanatic Billy Kinley. And an eye opener into the poignancy of a simple childhood love of the game gone wrong.

Billy is a character based on a real-life England fan who put a lit flare in his buttocks before the 2021 Euros final. Hill – a 2022 graduate of Arts Educational Schools – has transformed this laughable event into just over an hour of pure theatre comedy gold. His energy is jaw dropping. Downing in quick succession two pints of, apparently, beer; throwing out his arms shouting ‘It’s match time’; bounding about the simple stage engaged in virtual fighting; the pace leaves you gasping. And then, as his downward spiral into drink, drugs, tribal battles, racism and fatal relationships spins him into excess, you suddenly see his world explode and Hill delivers an extraordinary transition towards a tear-jerking, sombre finale.

There is genius in here too, with the matching of football culture against classic arts ‘culture’. In a hilarious episode, Billy finds himself manoeuvred into taking his girlfriend to what he calls a ‘Martini’ performance of Les Misérables, just when he should be at his beloved Saturday afternoon match. Throughout this show, Hill is laughing at himself, at us and, of course, at football obsession.

The monologue is not completely without flaws: some strange sound design early on and a couple of narrative connections lost. Set against this was a truly engaged audience, shouting encouragement as he necked those pints, singing along to the match anthems, and roaring with laughter as he threw himself around afterwards. Clearly most of them, unlike me, knew what they were in for. And everyone was on their feet at the end, quietening only as Hill – crying himself – read out this thanks and credits, mostly to show director Sean Turner who took a bet on him back in 2023.

‘Why I Stuck a Flare…..’ is leaving now for New York. Not surprising, in 2026; yet I can’t help wondering what American audiences, who grew up with films like Jerry Maguire and Field of Dreams, will make of this extraordinary addition to football arts.



WHY I STUCK A FLARE UP MY AR*E FOR ENGLAND

Garrick Theatre

Reviewed on 21st June 2026

by REVIEWER

Photography by Rah Petherbridge

 

 

 

 

WHY I STUCK A FLARE UP MY ARSE

WHY I STUCK A FLARE UP MY ARSE

WHY I STUCK A FLARE UP MY ARSE