TOTAL ECLIPSE
London Coliseum
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“This has been a spectacular concert”
Most people, when they hear the name of the late composer and lyricist Jim Steinman, immediately picture the motorcycle bursting out of a graveyard, watched over by the looming figure of a giant bat perched on a tombstone. The iconic imagery of the album cover has become almost as famous as the songs themselves on Meat Loafâs âBat Out of Hellâ album released back in 1977. Early presses prominently credit Steinman with the phrase âSongs by Jim Steinmanâ appearing under the main title, highlighting his role as the composer, lyricist and creator of the concept. His output, however, extends far beyond the debate of what âthatâ thing was he wouldnât do for love (despite claiming to do anything). Other acts and artists he composed for include Barbara Streisand, CĂŠline Dion, Barry Manilow, Yvonne Elliman, Sisters of Mercy, Air Supply and Bonnie Tyler⌠among others; including himself as a solo artist. According to Steinman, he turned down Andrew Lloyd Webberâs invitation to write the lyrics for âPhantom of the Operaâ. Still â we have âWhistle Down the Windâ instead, so all is not lost.
Five years (give or take a month) after he passed away, a tribute to Steinman bursts onto the stage of the London Coliseum in much the same way as Meatloafâs motorbike, with bombast, demonic grandiloquence and fiery energy. Dubbed a âsymphonic celebrationâ, it features the ENO Orchestra and an impressive line-up of West End names. It is an event that, despite being an extravaganza for the devoted, overplays its purpose if not its significance.
âTotal Eclipseâ is a one night only concert, with no indication of where it might be heading next, as though pre-empting Steinmanâs song âAll Revved Up with No Place to Goâ (which doesnât make the set list by the way). With over forty musicians in the orchestra, a sextet of backing singers, a six-piece rock band and ten lead performers, the sound is suitably anthemic and surprisingly clear given what would have been a fringe-scale tech time for the show. We only really hear Rob Barronâs piano playing in the quieter moments, and occasionally the singers are swamped, but who wouldnât be with this backing? Still, Harry Graetorexâs sound design is a masterful juggling act with the balance.
Complete with an overture and entrâacte, the set has pretensions to follow some sort of narrative, but it cannot escape the shackles of being a showcase for the singers. All of them rise to the occasion, with a quality and range of emotion and tone that highlights the material. Unfortunately, absolutely nothing exists between the musical numbers, and Christopher D. Clegg directs the evening like a roll call of auditionees. We almost expect the cry of ânextâ in the brief gaps in the music.
Glenn Adamson opens with âBad for Goodâ, his swagger still clinging onto him following his West End and global performance of Strat in the musical âBat out of Hellâ. Solos and duets follow suit. Tyce Green and Natalie May Paris belt out âGood Girls Go to Heavenâ. Karine Hannah performs âSafe Sexâ (a song from Steinmanâs concept album, âOriginal Sinâ) with a velvet voice that soars through every crescendo of the power ballad. Zoe Birkett has charisma and energy every time she steps onto the stage (particularly during âDead Ringer for Loveâ where she out-Chers Cher in sheer bravado). Danielle Steers gives a gorgeous Bond-themed rendition of âCatwomanâs Songâ from Steinmanâs ill-fated âBatman: The Musicalâ. There is no particular highlight â each performance reaches the rafters as much as the next – although the stage time is a touch unbalanced. Singer âRedâ appears just the once for a classy âHolding Out for a Heroâ that closes the first act.
The second act pulses along in the same vein, albeit with more crowd pleasers and more recognisable numbers. âBat Out of Hellâ, âParadise by the Dashboard Lightâ and âIâd Do Anything for Love (But I Wonât Do That)â could all fill a stadium. Jack Weirâs impressive and rhythmic lighting has the same aspirations, although the stunning guitar solos, when they ring out, remain in the half shadows of the pit. Rob Barron, at the piano, fares better, especially during his solo medley for the wittily title âPray Lewdâ – one of the softer, more nuanced, moments of the show.
Of course, the finale (a built-in, pre-arranged encore) is âTotal Eclipse of the Heartâ (the clue is in the title), during which the full cast return one by one to the stage. This has been a spectacular concert. But weâre left a bit shortchanged by its blatant self-celebration, and weâre wondering where Jim Steinman fits into it all. He barely gets a mention. Thereâs no reference, context or attempt at a narrative. The overpriced, ad-filled, souvenir programme sheds no further light. Likewise, âTotal Eclipseâ is a glossy catalogue of a show.
Nevertheless, it is a very finely crafted tribute to the music, if not the man. We come away, reminded of the wealth of Steinmanâs output that spanned contemporary rock, dance, pop, musical theatre and film. The accomplished performances have wedged the tunes firmly in our ears and our heads â but maybe not quite our hearts. But, hey, âTwo Out of Three Ainât Badâ.
TOTAL ECLIPSE
London Coliseum
Reviewed on 3rd May 2026
by Jonathan Evans
Photography by Danny Kaan

