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MILLION DOLLAR QUARTET

★★★★★

The Arts at Marble Arch

MILLION DOLLAR QUARTET

The Arts at Marble Arch

★★★★★

“a pitch‑perfect explosion of nostalgia, talent and sheer rock ’n’ roll magic”

Sam Phillips, owner of Sun Records, tiled the walls of his Memphis studio himself, to get exactly the right sound. Million Dollar Quartet sells itself as the night in 1956 when Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins and Jerry Lee Lewis jammed together, and it delivers that night in full. But the story it tells belongs to Phillips: a man with the ear and the daring to back unknowns until they became the most famous voices in history.

Darren Day plays him as narrator and ringmaster, stepping out of the session to explain how he spotted and shaped talent. Colin Escott and Floyd Mutrux’s book gives him the best spoken material of the evening, including the sale of Elvis’ contract to RCA for $40,000. The deal made Phillips look a fool until he put the money into a local business called Holiday Inn. Day tells the tale with relish.

The four young men he gathered came from nothing, and Jonathan O’Boyle’s production never lets us forget it. These are the sons of cotton farmers and sharecroppers. Folsom Prison Blues lands as a song from that hard world, not just a back catalogue hit. Connor Payne’s Elvis is all charm and restless hips, already gone on to better things. Joey Bradick gives Perkins the bruised pride of a man who wrote Blue Suede Shoes and watched someone else make it famous. Joe Bence is the cocky newcomer at the piano, looking spookily like the real Jerry Lee Lewis. Equally convincing is Johnny Cash played by Christopher Erasmus.

Then Jenay Naima, as Elvis’s girlfriend Dyanne, starts to sing. The room holds its breath. It’s the one moment where the show slows down and trusts a single voice.

The biggest tech roles of the night were inevitably musical supervision (Lee Freeman) and sound (Nick Lodge) which were triumphs. The retro designs of both the studio and the costumes (Libby Watson) were excellent, Lighting (Alex Musgrave) was flawless and movement (Joanna Goodwin) kept the whole company rocking, and the audience with it.

Inevitably, rivalries and betrayals are sketched rather than explored. The drama is sometimes simply the gap between one song and the next. Without Phillips’ narration, this would be a tribute concert. With it, the show is the story of how one man heard the future before anyone else.

The production saves the best for last, and Great Balls of Fire gets the audience on its feet. Million Dollar Quartet is a pitch‑perfect explosion of nostalgia, talent and sheer rock ’n’ roll magic.

 

MILLION DOLLAR QUARTET

The Arts at Marble Arch

Reviewed on 15th September

by Elizabeth Botsford

Photography by Alex Tabrizi from the Barn Theatre production

 


 

 

 

 

MILLION DOLLAR QUARTET

MILLION DOLLAR QUARTET

MILLION DOLLAR QUARTET

THE GANG OF THREE

★★★★

King’s Head Theatre

THE GANG OF THREE

King’s Head Theatre

★★★★

“At the centre of director Kirsty Patrick Ward’s bitchy and erudite psychodrama are three rounded and convincing performances”

The occasional soundtrack behind this formidable political drama tells of a nation undergoing change, from the raucous rock of the early ’70s to the chaotic onslaught of punk and New Wave as the ’80s approach.

But inside Libby Watson’s evocative set – all dusty books, leather sofas, and drinks trolleys – the same argument goes round and round.

Three giants of the Labour movement – Tony Crosland, Roy Jenkins, Denis Healey – all pals from war-time Oxford – cannot fathom how to seize the leadership of their party and the country.

It’s right there for the taking, if only they can agree on who should carry the flame.

With such a prize will come influence for generations. Think: no Margaret Thatcher; the leftist tendency put to the sword; no third party politics.

But these towering figures are also – and perhaps more so – towering egos and none will relinquish their claim.

In the end, the prize is lost.

In writers Robert Khan and Tom Salinksky’s reckoning, the what-ifs fly like shrapnel through the years.

That is not to suggest these three upholstered middle-aged men were on the outside. No, they were close to power, becoming the embodiment of the privileged elite. Roy Jenkins, the father of the permissive ’60s, Denis Healey, arguably the last truly charismatic chancellor, and – brightest of them all – Tony Crosland and his seminal thinking on the future of socialism.

And yet, the prize eluded them and was granted to lesser men, in their eyes. They marvel, at one point, how the hard left stole the party after the 1979 election defeat simply because Tony Benn and Michael Foot did a deal that avoided splitting the vote, a feat the magnificent minds of The Gang of Three simply couldn’t pull off. For years.

As Healey says at one point, “We are all children wearing our fathers’ clothes, hoping no-one will notice.”

They know their fate is to sink together, to cancel each other out, but still they cling to old disputes while the country moves on.

At the centre of director Kirsty Patrick Ward’s bitchy and erudite psychodrama are three rounded and convincing performances, not impressions but capturing the spirit of those mighty figures.

Alan Cox is Crosland, all camp teasing and frivolity; booming Colin Tierney captures the avuncular yet menacing manoeuvrings of Denis Healey; while Hywel Morgan has the hunched-up physicality (and the mispronounced Rs) of the uptight, humourless Roy Jenkins, so desperate to run a party, he eventually founded his own.

In the brisk, knowing script we jump from April 1972, just as Jenkins throws his toys out of the pram and resigns the deputy leadership, to the mournful 1980 post-mortem, Thatcher in power for a generation and Jenkins still plotting to claim the liberal throne.

By then Crosland is dead at 58, his stellar potential left unfulfilled.

There is an unfortunate flashback to 1940, suggesting a homosexual fling between Jenkins and Crosland, but beyond that, the play never puts a foot wrong. The script is dense with argument about the difficult politics of the left but all is handled with a deft and playful touch.

To those who were there, it is an exciting tribute to great men of charisma in an age of titans – and to those too young to remember, it serves as a reminder that nothing – least of all fratricide – is new in politics.

The Gang of Three is an accomplished and satisfying work, with polished performances, a witty script, endless gins and a cascade of awkward truths that are still relevant today.



THE GANG OF THREE

King’s Head Theatre

Reviewed on 6th May 2025

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Manuel Harlan

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

(THIS IS NOT A) HAPPY ROOM | ★★★ | March 2025
FIREBIRD | ★★★★ | January 2025
LOOKING FOR GIANTS | ★★★ | January 2025
LADY MONTAGU UNVEILED | ★★★ | December 2024
HOW TO SURVIVE YOUR MOTHER | ★★★ | October 2024
TWO COME HOME | ★★★★★ | August 2024
THE PINK LIST | ★★★★ | August 2024
ENG-ER-LAND | ★★★ | July 2024
DIVA: LIVE FROM HELL! | ★★★★ | June 2024
BEATS | ★★★ | April 2024

 

 

THE GANG OF THREE

THE GANG OF THREE

THE GANG OF THREE