By Andrew Taylor and Desmond O’Connor
The Lowry, 24 May 2012
This intelligent, well-acted drama takes a long, hard look at some of those chemically challenged city folk.
It’s probably best described as a satirical musical and if you think of Sondheim doing Whoops! you’ll get the gist, right enough. The songs have a smart and sassy quality, and I was only mildly surprised to learn that they were written by Desmond O’Connor, a name that benighted burlesque-goers and absinthe-quaffers (I’ve developed an abiding affection for Gold Wasser, myself) will likely know. He’s a familiar face on the cabaret circuit, what with his panda-spec eyes and all that.
They have keyhole surgery incisiveness, do these songs, at their best. If they also draw as many spurts of blood as a ragged rusty blade might, should we be surprised?
I enjoyed this show immensely, was vastly entertained all the way through.