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A smart, prickly and rewarding view of sexual and emotional confusion
Cock
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Kitchen W8
Too long and drawn out but very entertaining with excellent special effects
This is a peculiar play and does not work for me. Some of it is very funny but there are real flaws
Alex has a strong powerful voice and was faultless, she is far better now than she was on the X-Factor
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Description: Lush club grooves and genuinely realised emotional funk ensure Nitin gets under your skin.
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Bland: Nitin Sawhney
After a European tour, in which one of the troupe was deported, Nitin Sawhney and his band clearly relished being back in the UK. Sawhney joked about the incident then dedicated the song Immigrant to his repatriated singer. You’d imagine it might be a cry of passion but like most of the output at this show it was bland. Yearning voices backed by delicately picked guitar, spiced up with a bit of tabla. It all felt like the aural equivalent of convenience fusion food — apparently tasty and appetising but really a disappointing mash.
There were moments of musical brilliance, flashes of complex rhythmic syncopation and engaging sounds. And the song Days of Fire, from the record this show was promoting, London Undersound, which musically interprets the capital’s struggle with terrorist incidents and the shooting of Jean Charles de Menezes, was a standout moment with rapper Natty injecting some vocal life.
For the most part, with Sawhney stationary behind his acoustic guitar, it was a colourless, humourless and earnest evening that rarely rose above the mediocre. The packed auditorium enthusiastically cheered the end of each song then talked through the next. The whole thing left one curiously cold.
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