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MILES

★★★★

Southwark Playhouse Borough

MILES

Southwark Playhouse Borough

★★★★

“a heartfelt tribute to one of the greats”

Biographical dramas are not uncommon on the theatre scene, and in the wrong hands they can become quite dull affairs. Oliver Kaderbhai’s exploration of the jazz genius Miles Davies is, without a doubt, in the right hands (in fact co-star Jay Phelps often plays the trumpet with just his right hand, leaving his left to knock out some modular chords on the piano). Kaderbhai doesn’t just pull back the curtain on Miles Davies himself, but he manages to get some way inside his head and convey the creative process of his work – in particular ‘Kind of Blue’ – the 1959 studio album recorded in two sessions with a band of the most acclaimed musicians of the time. With only rough sketches as guidelines, the tracks were laid down in one take. No score – just vague chord structures (this is modal jazz, after all). Almost wholly improvised.

“Miles” retains that improvised feel. But it is intentional, and similarly dazzlingly polished. At its core is an imagined conversation between Miles Davies (Benjamin Akintuyosi) and trumpeter Jay Phelps, but the exchange extends to a tête-à-tête between the man and his music. We are drawn into the life of Davies, reliving the experiences that shaped his art. The racism, segregation, the newfound freedom of Paris. The defiance, the hardships and the battles with addiction.

On entering the space, we feel we are wandering into a basement studio. A grand piano is centre stage, with a reel-to-reel tape recorder. Draped across the piano is a figure, motionless – until the houselights fade, when the resurrections begins. Phelps, who came up with the concept, plays a modern-day jazz musician, struggling to compose an album under pressure from his record company to meet a deadline. Akintuyosi is Miles – not just a ghostly incarnation but a fully-formed mentor and conscience to Phelps. The air is as hazy as Miles’ chain-smoking habit, but the depiction of the characters cuts through like crystal. Akintuyosi perfectly captures the ragged and raspy voice and no-nonsense directness of Miles. “Why are you playing so many notes?” are his first words to Phelps. He guides with a hard hand, but we also see the inner struggles, and the moments of self-doubt that geniuses are often pray to. It is a stylish and stylised performance, demonstrating his physical dexterity too.

Phelps is a virtuoso trumpeter in his own right. He is learning from Miles, but soaks up the same self-doubt. There is no need for his diffidence, we think, as we are treated to his musicianship, playing along to recorded backing tracks of the music from ‘Kind of Blue’. The atmosphere is electric. Alex Lewer’s lighting enhances the mood while Colin J Smith’s video projections introduce other musical giants of the era: Charlie parker, Dizzy Gillespie, Bill Evans, John Coltrane. The story telling is peppered with musical flourishes and stylistic overtones. Peripheral characters are represented by costumes on their hangers; a newborn baby is a puppet in a boxing glove. And the depiction of Miles spiralling into cold turkey is quite shocking, with Akintuyosi clinging onto the piano as it spins out of control. Fragments of his trumpet crash to the floor.

The pieces are left on the ground, but the story is picked up again with renewed energy and an irresistible optimism. As Phelps finds his own voice, the need for Miles fades, yet the legacy is by now firmly embedded. Left alone centre stage, he launches into Thelonious Monk’s ‘Round Midnight’ with a contemporary looped rhythm accompaniment. The mix of the old and the new is mesmerising as the notes float into the air.

Jazz fans will no doubt reap the most satisfaction from this show, but it in no way alienates the wider audience. Everybody who sees it will come away wanting to listen to ‘Kind of Blue’, and then hopefully branch out to discover more of Miles Davies’ output. This isn’t a history lesson; it is a heartfelt tribute to one of the greats.



MILES

Southwark Playhouse Borough

Reviewed on 9th February 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Colin J Smith


 

 

 

 

Miles

Miles

Miles

WHAT IF THEY ATE THE BABY?

★★★★

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

WHAT IF THEY ATE THE BABY?

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

★★★★

“The chemistry between the two is electric”

Dottie and Shirley look like they’ve stepped straight out of a 1950s homemaker advert; perfect dresses, perfect hair, and the kind of fixed smiles that make you wonder what they’re hiding.

Fringe First-winners Xhloe and Natasha bring their signature mix of clowning, movement, and dark humour to a story that starts in a spotless kitchen and spirals into something far stranger. Shirley is scrubbing the chess board floor when Dottie drops by to return a casserole dish. They exchange polite, clipped small talk, moving with the mechanical precision of music box dolls. Somewhere upstairs, unseen footsteps creak. We never find out who (or what) they belong to, but we’re instantly on edge at this ominous presence which seems to frighten them both.

The scene plays again. And again. Each time the words are the same, but the mood shifts: warmth melts into desperation, cheerfulness into dread. It’s a masterclass in pacing and control, the pair able to flick from humour to skin-prickling in a heartbeat, the tragi-comedy of the clowning perfectly captured in their delivery.

Between these loops come bursts of stylised movement, transforming everyday gestures into playful, sometimes violent, dance. Contemporary rap beats rub shoulders with nostalgic tunes. At one point they’re on the table, legs entwined, discussing which part of the other they’d eat first. Later they’re kissing with wild abandon. Are they friends, lovers, or something else entirely? The piece never tells you outright, and that mystery is part of the thrill.

The attention to detail is exceptional. Every tilt of the head, every flicker of the eyes, is part of the story. The chemistry between the two is electric, and the trust they share on stage lets them take the audience right to the edge of comedy and fear without losing balance.

Beyond the clowning, it’s clear that both performers are also exceptional actors, managing to convey the underlying subtext that’s progressively creeping under the surface of the dialogue. It’s a brilliantly crafted performance, and retains the superb integrity, slickness and self-awareness that the duo have shown in their other work.

With a neat 50-minute run time, it feels like the piece could benefit from an extra ten minutes or so to go a little deeper, but what they manage in the time is gripping and unsettling. It’s a strange, stylised, surreal take on the role and anxieties of women in America, and despite the 50s setting, it feels disturbingly contemporary; like one of them is having a nightmare that we’ve somehow all got stuck in.

 



WHAT IF THEY ATE THE BABY?

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

Reviewed on 9th August 2025 at Upper Theatre at theSpace @ Niddry St

by Joseph Dunitz

Photography by Molly White

 

 

 

 

 

WHAT IF THEY ATE THE BABY?

WHAT IF THEY ATE THE BABY?

WHAT IF THEY ATE THE BABY?