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AN EVENING WITHOUT KATE BUSH

★★★★

Underbelly Boulevard

AN EVENING WITHOUT KATE BUSH

Underbelly Boulevard

★★★★

“It is theatre, cabaret, comedy, music, parody, oratory and pure vocal virtuosity rolled into one”

The title of the show speaks for itself, but just to make sure Sarah-Louise Young announces – from the semi-darkness of the stage – that “Kate’s not there”. This follows with a reassuring “…but you are” as though that is all that matters. First, she wants to determine who ‘we’ are. Young assumes we either a dyed in the wool Kate Bush fan, or one of those poor souls dragged along by said fan. She’s partly right. The point she misses though, in her endearingly modest and self-deprecating way, is that most of the audience comprises fans of Young herself. The show has been doing the rounds for a while now – with sell-out London, Edinburgh and Australia runs under its belt (or red wig in Young’s case).

It doesn’t take long to discover why. Made by Sarah-Louise-Young and co-writer/director Russell Lucas (notice the word ‘made’, rather than written), it is not a tribute act. There are too many ingredients in the making. It is theatre, cabaret, comedy, music, parody, oratory and pure vocal virtuosity rolled into one. Like a delicious muffin baked in Kate Bush’s very own Aga (that simile will only make sense if – or rather when – you go and see the show). Young is adept at dropping inconsequential yet hilarious details that become relevant later in the evening.

Having travelled the world with her show, Young has picked up additional material. What was once an hour long, one-act set is now a two-act show. There is a slight suspicion that she has overstretched herself – a fair bit of the extra time slot is filled with extended audience banter – but there is no doubt her act has stepped up to conquer the West End, whilst winning us over completely. She assuages our fear of the dreaded ‘audience participation’ phrase by making us feel at ease with her wanderings into the auditorium, while her anecdotes meander in equally unexpected directions. Couples are brought onto the stage to provide backing vocals, or to slow waltz while she sings. Young gives the impression she can sing and talk simultaneously. She can also be weird and poignant simultaneously. Her banter is often banal, but always fascinating. And funny. She could get by without singing a note and we would still be captivated.

But when she does break into song, our reaction is epitomised by her rendition of Kate Bush’s “Wow”. Young doesn’t mimic, but she captures the quality and matches the character of the original. The set list is carefully chosen and strung together as a revue – each number a sketch within its own context. “This Woman’s Work” is performed by a cleaner, backstage at the Hammersmith Apollo. “Hammer Horror” is sung by a fan who has broken into Bush’s house and is furtively raiding the kitchen and dishing up supper. Young is dressed as a snowflake for “King of the Mountain”, veiled in black for the gorgeous, piano-led “And Dream of Sheep”; but much of the time she is in a red leotard to accommodate her impossibly swift costume changes. “Babooshka” is sung in Russian, correcting the pronunciation of the title. Young replaces Peter Gabriel’s vocal part of “Don’t Give Up” with her own verses of semi-spoken reminiscences and anecdotes. Other favourites include “Hounds of Love” and the vocally perfect “Army Dreamers”.

And, of course, the one we have all been waiting for: “Wuthering Heights”. For this finale she teasingly turns the microphone towards the audience. On cue, the floor erupts into a chorus of ‘it’s me’ and ‘Cathy’ and pleas to be ‘let in-a-your window’. But the real magic is when Young grabs the spotlight back to reclaim the song. There is comedy in her movement but beauty in her voice. Which sums up the performance.

Has Kate Bush ever been tempted, I wonder, to go and see Young’s show, sneaking into the auditorium to see what it is all about? If you’re reading this, Kate, you really should – you will love it. Something tells me she won’t be reading these words – but whoever is – I’d say the same to you. You really should go and see this show. You don’t need to be a ‘Fan of the Bush’ (Young’s words – not mine) but you will, without doubt, end up being a fan of Sarah-Louise Young.

 



AN EVENING WITHOUT KATE BUSH

Underbelly Boulevard

Reviewed on 14th April 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Ed Fielding


 

 

 

 

AN EVENING WITHOUT KATE BUSH

AN EVENING WITHOUT KATE BUSH

AN EVENING WITHOUT KATE BUSH

I WAS A TEENAGE SHE-DEVIL

★★★

The Other Palace

I WAS A TEENAGE SHE-DEVIL

The Other Palace

★★★

“Almost sung through, and brilliantly so, the musical has still to find its voice”

The rock musical, “I Was a Teenage She-Devil”, opens with a bang; and as though aware that the only way is up, it keeps the energy levels pushing the high end of the rev meter to danger point. Eighty minutes and twenty-two songs later we are a little bit breathless. The show’s protagonist claims she has been to ‘Hell and back’, but it would be a stretch for us to make a similar assertion. It really isn’t deep enough to get anywhere near the underworld.

Sean Matthew Whiteford, the one responsible for the book, music, lyrics and orchestrations, hit upon the idea fifteen years ago. Originally titled “Girlfriend from Hell” it is a mash up of eighties, horror, cult movies and high school musical. ‘Grease’ meets ‘Cruel Intentions’, with a deal with the Devil thrown in among the many other gore-infested influences. On paper it is a chaotic mess. On stage it is similarly anarchic and shambolic, yet it knows precisely its target audience and goes straight for the jugular.

The premise is wafer-thin (as are the characters). Set in an American High School, Nancy (Aoife Haakenson) is the four-eyed, nerdy wallflower ostracised by the popular kids – the jocks and the cheerleaders and the cool ones. Bullied to breaking point she cries out for help. To the rescue comes Satan (Sean Arkless) with an offer she can’t refuse. The price is her soul. Obviously. The outcome is a bit of a bloodbath. Revenge is far from sweet, but redemption is a sugar rush.

Tiffani (Caitlin Anderson) is banned from the cheerleader squad for being cruel to Nancy. Aided by her boyfriend Big Rod (Jordan Fox) she decides to humiliate Nancy. We are not sure why Nancy delves into such pits of despair – she seems to be supported by (very) close friend Debbie (Ashley Goh). But love is blind, remember, and before we can open our eyes we have to experience the darkness. We know exactly where this story is going, every step of the way. Yet it is a funny and farcical romp through the guitar-powered score and the witty dialogue, firmly rooted in the eighties. There are constant references to the movies that inform the text, many of which would go over our heads if it weren’t for video-store worker Doobie (Jacob Birch) on hand to explain the joke. Completing the line up are Todd (Louis Hearsey) and Heather (Charis Stockton).

The script, like the song list, highlights the ensemble nature of the show. The supporting characters have some of the best lines, and everyone has their solo number. All eight cast members have the vocal ability, agility and variety to scale the heights of the rock belt and also to dip into the smooth waters of the ballads (Goh, in particular, achieves this with the dynamic ‘Looking for Love’). They say the Devil has all the best tunes, but here he has to share them with his co-stars. ‘Raise Some Hell’ is exactly what it says on the tin – an ensemble piece heralding Nancy’s transformation into spiky bad girl. Arkless’ Satan is more seventies Glam, while wearing the studded jockstrap pilfered form eighties band Cameo’s lead singer. It (the song – not necessarily the jockstrap) is a highlight, bathed in smoke, red light and gleeful appreciation from the audience. We are in Rocky Horror territory at times (‘Satanic Panic’), but the bulk of the repertoire – along with the hair styles and costume – is power pop through and through.

Director and choreographer Rachel Klein has her work cut out keeping the cast within the confines of the venue’s studio space. With the audience up close, and with the abundance of severed limbs flying around, safety must be an issue. And there’s the crux. The show errs on the safe and the predictable. A superficiality, and a mildness even, that the high-octane performances can’t disguise. Almost sung through, and brilliantly so, the musical has still to find its voice. While the characters are either looking for love or revenge or blood, we are looking for the teeth that can draw that blood. It won’t raise Hell. But it is easy to swallow, and a whole lot of fun with a devilishly fine cast.



I WAS A TEENAGE SHE-DEVIL

The Other Palace

Reviewed on 8th April 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Lidia Crisafulli


 

 

 

 

I WAS A TEENAGE SHE-DEVIL

I WAS A TEENAGE SHE-DEVIL

I WAS A TEENAGE SHE-DEVIL