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FROM THE HEART

★★★★★

Garrick Theatre

FROM THE HEART

Garrick Theatre

★★★★

“It is a privilege to be in the audience, sharing the celebration”

It is a little-known fact that the lyricist Don Black started out as a stand-up comedian. His career change came about when he wrote his first song while waiting for a laugh at a gig in Darlington. Okay, this is a joke, but there’s a half-truth in there and it is indicative of the dry humour of Black’s own recorded voiceover that links the set list of his musical revue “From the Heart”. Celebrating his extraordinary career that spans over five decades, Black describes it as a personal tribute to the New York cabaret scene that inspired him. It is a modest affair, and it cannot escape the formality of an ornate West End proscenium arch, but the atmosphere is intimate and, at times, we could well be in a club on 46th Street.

With just a grand piano and double bass centre stage, a cast of five deliver a mix of iconic numbers and brand-new songs written with composers such as Gary Barlow, Natasha Bedingfield, David Arnold, Debbie Wiseman and Mike Batt. Director Nick Winston’s slick structure allows the music to speak for itself, while the performers make their way through the sweeping and eclectic range of material. Frances Mayli McCann, Shona McGarty, Caroline O’Connor, Clive Rowe, and Michael D. Xavier add their own personal touch to the songs, predominately solo but bookending the show with the rousing ensemble harmonies of title song, “From the Heart”.

The nature of the show highlights Black’s virtuosity as a lyricist, exposing the inventive use of rhyme and rhythm. But we see the emotion too. When once asked if he had ever written a song specifically for his late wife of sixty years, he replied, “all of them”. Caroline O’Connor’s rendition of “Life Goes On” is a poignant moment that stays with you long after the final bars ripple through the auditorium. Similarly, Clive Rowe’s aching “I’d Go to Bed Earlier” cuts straight to the heart with his crushed-velvet voice. But it is an evening of many moods. More than a hint of Music Hall informs the choreography when Rowe is joined by Michael D. Xavier for the sparkling duet “Fizzy or Still”, a light-hearted ode to abstinence and sobriety. Shona McGarty gives us the late-night bluesy sound of “Things a Lady Shouldn’t Do”, with a smoky edge to her voice. Frances Mayli McCann switches from the up-tempo “I’ve a Hundred Things to Do Before I Die” to the later power balled “Unhealable”. Michael D. Xavier is in impossibly fine voice for “Everything but the Blame” and the gorgeous “How Do You Fall Out of Love?”

Nearly twenty songs are programmed into the evening, and each performance of the show’s West End run features a special guest singer. Tonight it is Michael Ball with his inimitable rendition of “Love Changes Everything”. Ball humbly confesses it to be an honour to be included in the bill, a sentiment we share as soon as O’Connor follows his performance with a dramatic “When No-one’s Looking”, showcasing her passionate storytelling through song.

It is a well-balanced repertoire that occasionally errs on the polite. We feel safe and are always aware of the plush theatre seats we are sitting comfortably in, rather than feeling immersed in a Manhattan basement, despite the paired-back, expressive accompaniment of Musical Director Joseph Church on piano and Oliver Copelend on double bass (Copeland’s versatility is on show throughout, his playing ranging from the impossibly fast walking bass line of “The Reluctant Star” to the haunting, bowed legato of the more plaintive melodies). The evening belongs in ‘Restaurant Row’ rather than the ‘Hell’s Kitchen’ end of 46th Street.

Black’s more familiar and iconic output is saved for the encore. The temperature rises as the cast come together for a medley of Bond tunes and other milestones from the big and small screen, closing with “Born Free”. Don Black joins the cast onstage for a few words, genuinely affected by the tribute to his music he has just seen. It’s a labour of love for Black, the idea for this show having been in his mind for quite some time. It is a privilege to be in the audience, sharing the celebration with him. It does, indeed, come from the heart.



FROM THE HEART

Garrick Theatre

Reviewed on 8th October 2026

by Jonathan Evans

Photography by Eamonn B Shanahan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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FROM THE HEART

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FROM THE HEART

HERE COMES J EDGAR!

★★★★

King’s Head Theatre

HERE COMES J EDGAR!

King’s Head Theatre

★★★★

“As history, it’s candy-coated; as theatre, it’s a joy: an immaculately performed comedy”

The all-singing, all-dancing Here Comes J. Edgar! lifts the veil on what secrets a man must keep to satiate the power of love and the love of power.

J. Edgar Hoover was the most feared man in twentieth-century America. Founder of the modern FBI, he was the blackmailer-in-chief whose filing cabinets kept a succession of presidents awake at night. Here Comes J. Edgar! gives him the full Technicolor musical comedy treatment. This is the Disneyfied version of the Hoover story: the surveillance, the secret files, the whispers about his ‘life-time assistant’, about dresses and strands of pearls, all rendered in the bright, brassy idiom of golden-age Broadway. The point is made that his own underworld connections led to the FBI shifting focus from organized crime to ‘anti-Communism’. The audience can join the dots regarding how that might have contributed to modern America’s underbelly. But the show would much rather you tapped your foot. Mostly, you can’t resist.

The pedigree is extraordinary. Book and lyrics are by Harry Shearer (This Is Spinal Tap, The Simpsons) and Tom Leopold (Seinfeld, Cheers), with music by the late Peter Matz, arranger of Barbra Streisand’s early albums and musical director of The Carol Burnett Show. The evening gives ‘mid-century Broadway heyday’ in spades thanks to director Josh Seymour and Olivier-winning choreographer Bill Deamer. The intimate King’s Head auditorium turns it up close and personal.

At the centre, making his London debut, Bryan Batt is outstanding. Best known as Mad Men’s Salvatore Romano, Batt is a Broadway veteran, and it shows. His Hoover is preening, vain, dangerous and yet touching, a monster who believes himself to be the hero. Batt relishes the part.

He is surrounded by a great ensemble. Hugo Bolton makes a devoted, wounded Clyde Tolson. Marc Elliott rattles through Walter Winchell’s staccato gossip with glee; Laura Medforth veers between poise and barely restrained sexual frustration as Helen Gandy, keeper of the files; and Judith Owen brings smoky authority to the Lady in Red. The production looks a treat (set, Sophia Pardon; costumes, Tom Paris; lighting, Jamie Platt; sound, Nick Lodge), all sequinned with a G-man’s edge.

Matz’s score is generous to a fault: the numbers keep coming. The pastiche is affectionate and expertly built. Ben Ferguson’s orchestrations keep it all fizzing. However, ballad is laid upon ballad to the point where a red editing pen could be deployed to good effect. The other issue keeping the fifth star locked in the filing cabinet is the lack of a single showstopper to send you out, humming along Upper Street.

But what timing for the show’s opening! The machine created by J. Edgar Hoover has surfaced in the rumour mill’s eerily similar functioning surrounding another powerful, long-standing, homophobic American political figure who died last week. Indeed, an American musical this pointed taking its world premiere in Islington rather than New York may be the evening’s driest joke of all.

As history, it’s candy-coated; as theatre, it’s a joy: an immaculately performed comedy.



HERE COMES J EDGAR!

King’s Head Theatre

Reviewed on 16th July 2026

by Elizabeth Botsford

Photography by Mark Douet


 

 

 

 

HERE COMES J EDGAR!

HERE COMES J EDGAR!

HERE COMES J EDGAR!