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DARK OF THE MOON

★★★

Charing Cross Theatre

DARK OF THE MOON

Charing Cross Theatre

★★★

“a neat little fable, with a good deal of darkness within”

The source material for the new musical, “Dark of the Moon”, goes back a long way. Originally billed as a ‘legend with music’ it opened on Broadway in 1945. That, in turn, was loosely based on English/Scottish folklore of the mid seventeenth century. ‘The Ballad of Barbara Allen’ was taken over to America by the earliest pioneers and gained the status of being one of America’s best-known ballads; some say laying the bedrock that bluegrass music was based on. The current version of the story has made its way into a new musical – with a book by Jonathan Prince and music and lyrics by Lindy Robbins, Dave Bassett and Steve Robson – that allegedly builds on that bluegrass foundation. Although the mix is dominated by contemporary rock music, a touch of Southern Gothic and a whole witches’ brew of Musical Theatre tropes. And, of course, ballads.

Indeed, it opens with a balladeer. Kiah Lindsay bookends the show with her mandolin and gift for storytelling. But in between, tradition gets swept aside for more homogenous crowd pleasers with predictable orchestrations. Lindsay’s words cut through the sparseness, whereas elsewhere the lyrics are often lost in the over-produced numbers, despite the belting form that the two leads are renowned for. John (Glenn Adamson) is a non-human, ‘witch’ creature who lives in eternity amongst his coven in the Appalachian Mountains. Barbara Allen (Lauren Jones) lives in the fictional, God-fearing town of Buck Creek. Both are misfits in their own communities. Having fallen in love with Barbara, John desperately wants to cross over to the human world but, of course, there are conditions. He has a year to prove the match is worthwhile. Otherwise, he is condemned to return to his life as an immortal witch. Barbara must remain faithful to John in that time. That sounds like no big deal, except that all the witches are convinced that Barbara isn’t up to the task – given her past promiscuity. Or so we are led to believe. There is no hint whatsoever of this in her characterisation.

Characterisation is, in fact, thin on the ground. Prince’s book churns out dialogue that drifts in a no-man’s-land somewhere between high school romcom and scary movie. The lyrics, when they are heard, follow suit like impressionable wannabes. The Faustian deal is struck, but the stakes are never high. Being human is heartbreaking. We learn this from a recurring message, delivered either through song or platitude. The staging, nevertheless, is well executed. Director Georgie Rankcom mixes the two worlds distinctively, letting them overlap and collide with force. Jonathan Chan’s lighting reinforces the disparity of these worlds, and a committed cast belt out fine vocals that complement the lush visuals of the show. But the heart is bland. Small town vigilantism and intolerance are explored as much as the supernatural, and a couple of dubious subplots attempt to subvert the predictability. John asks what it takes to be a man. Barbara justifies infidelity in the cause of saving her man. There is a twist, however, courtesy of our balladeer, that is a welcome diversion.

While the musical numbers follow a safe formula throughout, the second act fares better in terms of narrative flow. It’s a neat little fable, with a good deal of darkness within. This production doesn’t plumb the depths, but it does seem to have fun on its shallow surface. There is a Glam Rock versus Hillbilly duel going on, and the devil has all the best tunes, as usual. There are moments of magic but, unlike the protagonists, you won’t be spellbound.



DARK OF THE MOON

Charing Cross Theatre

Reviewed on 26th May 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Tom Bowles


 

 

 

 

DARK OF THE MOON

DARK OF THE MOON

DARK OF THE MOON

ROCK & ROLL MAN

★★★★

UK Tour

ROCK & ROLL MAN

Theatre Royal Windsor

★★★★

“An inspiring show about an inspirational man”

“No man had as much influence on the coming culture of our society in such a short period of time as Alan Freed, the real King of Rock n Roll”. If you were asked to whom the accolade belongs, it is unlikely you’d choose the clean-cut, checkered jacketed radio DJ with the boy-next-door looks and all-American smile. Despite appearances, Alan Freed earned his place in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. His influence stretched further as he helped bridge the gap of segregation among Americans, presenting music by black artists on his radio program and arranging live concerts attended by racially mixed audiences. All the while concealing personal tragedy beneath the ‘regular guy’ exterior.

Likewise – don’t be fooled by the veneer of Gary Kupper, Larry Marshak and Rose Caiola’s bio-musical, “Rock & Roll Man”, that celebrates Freed’s life and career. On the surface a typical juke-box musical, yet as the layers are peeled back it is a fascinating piece of social and personal history. It is a familiar story but the angle that the writers take reveal some priceless gems. Alan Freed was a multifaceted character, his life cut short through alcoholism; his career cut short through mixing with the wrong crowd. Constantine Maroulis captures the essence of Freed with pitch-perfection; simultaneously innocent but with an unscrupulous determination that eventually ruffles the feathers of J. Edgar Hoover (played with delicious cartoon villainy by Mark Pearce).

From the start Freed rocked the boat, insisting on only playing the original songs by the black artists instead of the homogenised covers by the likes of Pat Boone. The show latches onto this, firmly putting the music’s legacy back where it belongs. Centre stage are Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, Chuck Berry (a brilliant Joey James – impeccably imitating the famous duck walk), Bo Diddley (an imposing Anton Stephans), Frankie Lyman (the versatile and velvet-voiced Marquie Hairston), LaVern Baker (the ever-watchable, rousing Cherece Richards) and, of course, Little Richard – given the requisite over-the-top campness and pure magnetism by Jairus McClanahan. Meanwhile Joe Bence is a dead ringer (in style and sound rather than looks) for Buddy Holly. Musical Director, Dominique Scott, leaves his bank of keyboards to play multiple cameos. Probably the hardest working MD in town he steals the show with his Jerry Lee Lewis routine, sweeping the keys with impossible glissandos, eventually straddling the piano, leaning precariously to replicate Lee Lewis’ ‘backward’ technique.

All of the singers multirole, giving snapshots of the many personalities behind the music. Shelby Speed seamlessly shifts from Freed’s mother to wife to daughter with deceptive ease. Gary Turner doubles as Leo Mintz, the record store owner who helps kickstart Freed’s career and later the gangster Morris Levy who propels it – but also unwittingly brings it crashing back down. It is in the latter part of the show that the drama truly unfolds. All along, hints of Freed’s alcoholism have been subtly tucked into the narrative, but when the ensemble launch into a harmoniously beautiful rendition of The Drifters’ ‘Smoke Gets in Your Eyes’ we see Freed alone, nursing his whisky bottle on the cusp of his downfall. The Payola scandal (the illegal practice of DJs taking bribes to play specific songs) led to Freed being blacklisted and unable to find work. It is a poignant moment that softly depicts a life falling apart.

Director Randal Myler cleverly frames the story within a dream-like courtroom trial. The establishment is the prosecutor – the musicians Freed championed are his defence. What is at stake is his legacy. History provides the verdict so it’s no spoiler to reveal the outcome here. It is all there in the music, which is uplifting and energised. Stephanie Klemons’ choreography keeps the cast in perpetual motion, weaving themselves around Morgan Large’s mobile set that shifts from record store to studio to stadium under the warm and vibrant hues of Tim Mitchell’s lighting. Gary Kupper slips in some original musical numbers, that are hard to pinpoint such is the chameleon quality of his compositions. But it’s the old favourites that get the feet tapping. Some are all too short, but with well over thirty numbers crammed into the evening it’s probably necessary. It’s pointless listing them – you know them all!

It is rare that a juke box musical can artfully conceal social commentary. The racial prejudice of Hoover and the suspicion of the Civil Rights movement are examined (and lampooned) head on, but it is never thrust into a polemic. The show is purposefully superficial. The only thrusting going on is in the rhythms and the music. And a lot of be-bop-a-lula-ing. And rockin’ and rollin’. The feelgood energy is infectious and we lap it up, along with the songs which are the delicious and glossy icing on the cake. Who cares what the ingredients are? The music brings it all into harmony. Food for thought. “Rock & Roll Man” is vital – in both senses of the word. An inspiring show about an inspirational man.



ROCK & ROLL MAN

Theatre Royal Windsor then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 11th March 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Pamela Raith


 

 

 

 

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