Had a lovely gig last night at the Morning Star‘s May Day celebrations in Kilburn, London. Also playing, singer songwriter Sean Taylor, a wonderful guitarist. Q Magazine called him, “A bluesey devotional intensity that rightly draws comparisons to John Martyn”. And they;’re right. Khamis and J-Mac were our DJs for the night, while Attila the […]
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Here’s my review of The Book of Mormon for the Morning Star Thursday 25th April 2013. The Book of Mormon may not represent the much-heralded death of satire but, with full-page ads taken out in the show programme by lampooned subjects The Lion King and the Mormon church itself, this effervescent musical inches us ever
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Look upon my works, ye poor and vulnerable, and despair. The Baroness hung on until the new financial year, took a look around at the devastation, said, “My work is done,” and expired. It was Margaret Thatcher who sold off our utilities, which is why our electricity, gas, water and rail are in run by
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Anna Chen – Saturday, 23 March 2013 The vast lobby of the Victoria and Albert Museum had been turned into the sort of joint where beautiful young men and women press cocktails and bubbly onto you as soon as you walk in. Mini canapés appeared transported on futuristic illuminated platters like something out of the
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Anna Chen – Wednesday, 13 March 2013 My review in the Morning Star. The dusky woman outcast mistrusted for her talents is an old, old story that’s still around today. MedeaColiseum, London WC2Tuesday 12 March 2013 by Anna Chen An ENO version of Medea ignores its subversive possibilities as a vision of imperial plunder and
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In Dreams That Die, lefty journalist John Wight tells a good yarn very well, which is to be expected from a budding screenwriter who had the nerve to take off for Hollywood Mecca with nothing but a script and a few hundred quid to his name. Charm and a Scottish accent only get you so
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