★★½

“has real ambition and compelling music but the theatrical execution isn’t quite there yet

‘Lifeline’ – the first musical ever staged at the UN – premieres in London with an urgent mission: to spotlight the growing threat of antibiotic resistance and critical need for responsible stewardship. However, the delivery feels a little blunt, leaning on shock tactics and healthcare hero tropes, and at times muddling its own call to action. Still, it offers flashes of real enjoyment.

Resident doctor Jess is thrown off course when her ex, musician Aaron, is rushed in for emergency surgery. As his condition worsens, Sir Alexander Fleming battles his demons as penicillin reshapes the world. Their stories collide under the spectre of antibiotic resistance – and whether Aaron, and countless others, can still be saved.

Becky Hope Palmer’s book would benefit from sharpening its key messages and character arcs. Using dual love stories to humanise the science is strong, but the balance is off: Jess and Aaron’s fraught history resolves too early, while Fleming’s thinner arc stretches on without much development. The dual timelines don’t always flow either, leaving their climactic convergence feeling underpowered. Stronger character shaping would also help moments like Layla’s big scene land with more impact. It also feels unfocused as a piece of social action, raising many issues but ultimately offering healthcare workers as the solution and sidelining the simple actions individuals can take. This perhaps offers more anxiety than hope, and undermines the piece’s intent.

Robin Hiley’s beautifully intricate, Scottish folk inflected music is the show’s great strength – lively rhythms and warm harmonies all delivered with flair by Neil Metcalfe and the six piece band. The military ceilidh is a genuine high point. However, Hiley’s lyrics don’t always land, feeling a little repetitive and clunky at times, with lots of counterpoint that loses detail.

Alex Howarth’s direction shows ambition but doesn’t always bring the characters or relationships into focus. The split screen climax is striking, though Aaron’s arc feels sidelined by then. A few choices jar, such as Fleming’s Act 1 press conference, overwhelmed by sound and light, and the frequent clambering over the set, which feels dynamic but sometimes unnecessary.

Leanne Pinder’s choreography is pitched to suit mixed abilities, but the reliance on sharp, spiky arm movements doesn’t always suit the moment. The larger ceilidh sequences are a real lift, energising the whole stage.

Abby Clarke’s set is striking but busy, filled with grids that don’t seem to carry deeper meaning. Paul Smith’s sound design hasn’t quite found its balance, with a few overpowering moments and some lost lyrics. Alice McNicholas’ costumes are attractive and accurate, though I’m not sure all of Amalia’s changes are necessary within her jumping timelines. Matthew Craigen’s lighting, however, is beautifully judged and consistently lifts key moments.

Nathan Salstone’s Aaron/Clowes is the standout of the night, with nuanced acting, gorgeous vocals, and impressive guitar work. Kelly Glyptis’ Amalia also shines, with a fluid operatic voice, razor sharp comic timing, and a welcome dose of fiery directness. Maz McGinlay’s Jess delivers solid acting and strong vocals throughout, with a knockout top note. Alan Vicary’s Fleming offers assured singing, though the characterisation feels underpowered.

The healthcare professional ensemble brings plenty of spirit and strong vocals, but their acting and movement feels amateur and can be a little distracting. The intention to honour the profession is clear but this could be achieved without compromising performance quality.

‘Lifeline’ has real ambition and compelling music but the theatrical execution isn’t quite there yet. With sharper focus and delivery, it could become the impactful piece of social change theatre it’s reaching for.

QUADROPHENIA, A MOD BALLET

Sadler’s Wells Theatre

★★★★★

“A truly triumphant interpretation – poignant and powerful.”

When Pete Townshend wrote the rock opera “Quadrophenia”, released back in 1973, he felt that The Who, as a band, was ‘lost’ and that the whole process of recording the double album ‘helped us find our way’ (his words). The central character is partly a reflection of this, but also a brilliant description – and representation – of the mid 1960s as seen through the eyes of a young man searching for meaning in a world filled with disillusionment. It has become a rock opera, a film and a classical opera. Now, as a ballet over half a century later, it maintains its relevance without the slightest hint of modernising it aesthetically or culturally. We are fully immersed, not just in pure nostalgia, but also the sheer beauty of the performances, the backdrop and the cinematic orchestral arrangements of the music.

Opening with crashing waves against a solitary rock, we see Jimmy alone on the outcrop, swiftly joined by his four personalities who move like the waves – like sirens luring him into the waters below. But Jimmy chooses the route back to his dissatisfied life. Paris Fitzpatrick is extraordinary as the young mod, Jimmy, barely away from the vast stage for a second, leading us and the other dancers through the tempestuous twists of his journey. The performers need little guidance, however. Each one is a leader in their own right: the Tough Guy, the Romantic or the Hypocrite; the Godfather, the Ace Face, the Mod Girl, the Rocker. Or the shell-shocked parent. Directed by Rob Ashford, every step is meticulously clear while Yeastculture.org’s panoramic video projections seamlessly carry us from place to place on Christopher Oram’s simple yet fluid set.

Steeped in symbolism, the emotional impact is compelling. We are constantly distracted from intellectual appreciation. The characterisation is as integral as the virtuosity of the dancers. When Fitzpatrick’s Jimmy meets his childhood friend (Euan Garrett), now a Rocker, the couple’s inner conflicts are vividly evoked in every movement. Paul Roberts’ choreography throughout is at once original and recognisable, athletic and intimate, violent and tender. It refuses categorisation; ballet moves swaying into jazz, contemporary, a touch of street. The impurity is vital to Roberts’ telling of the story. Jimmy’s parents, and his relationship with them, only need a few dance steps to give us the full picture. Stuart Neal and Kate Tydman – as the father and mother – attract and repel in gorgeous tarantellas, erotic and violent, bleeding into the Father’s traumatic memories of WWII (a disturbing yet perfectly glorious ensemble routine).

And, of course, we have the love interest: Serena McCall’s Mod Girl, sassy and sexy, moving within and without the yearning reach of our ‘quadrophenic’ protagonist. The charismatic rival, the Ace Face, is a constant threat – a swaggering and commanding Dan Baines, while Matthew Ball’s rock star figure, the Godfather, is a stark reminder to Jimmy never to meet your idol. A self-deprecating moment deliberately referencing The Who’s status in the seventies that has survived intact to the present day. This attention to detail surfaces in waves of nostalgia, that some may not fully appreciate. You have to be a true Londoner to feel the full dewy-eyed force of designer Oram’s recreation of Soho’s ‘New Piccadilly Café’. Authenticity is a keyword here, which is certainly amplified by Paul Smith’s sharp costumes.

The driving force is the music, orchestrated by Rachel Fuller (and Martin Batchelar). Faithful to Townshend’s original rock numbers, Fuller has scored the music for a full symphony orchestra. The electric rock rhythms of guitars and bass occasionally burst through, but elsewhere the vocal melodies and guitar solos are searing violins, aching cellos, rich double-basses or horn sections. Entirely instrumental, you can still at times hear Roger Daltrey’s voice surfing the multi-layered melody lines. Like the dancing, it is grand but far from precious. With both you could just as easily be in the Albert Hall or the sweaty dark of Wardour Street’s Marquee Club. Another landmark sadly gone. “Quadrophenia” harks back to another time that some say is long dead, but this ballet drags it alive and kicking into the present. It resonates unmistakably without any concession to the twenty-first century. It doesn’t need it. The essence is all there – in the dance and in the music.

When ‘Quadrophenia’ was first released, Pete Townshend probably had no idea of its legacy. Although he has since stated that The Who ‘never recorded anything so ambitious or audacious again’. “Quadrophenia: A Mod Ballet” is just as (maybe even more so) ambitious and audacious, even by today’s standards. A truly triumphant interpretation – poignant and powerful.

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LIFELINE

★★½

Southwark Playhouse Elephant

LIFELINE

Southwark Playhouse Elephant

★★½

“has real ambition and compelling music but the theatrical execution isn’t quite there yet

LIFELINE

Southwark Playhouse Elephant

Reviewed on 2nd April 2026

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Charlie Flint

LIFELINE

LIFELINE

LIFELINE

QUADROPHENIA, A MOD BALLET

★★★★★

Sadler’s Wells Theatre

QUADROPHENIA, A MOD BALLET

Sadler’s Wells Theatre

★★★★★

“A truly triumphant interpretation – poignant and powerful.”