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Airlie Scott Leads a Mischievous, Music‑Rich Mystery on the Jazz Express

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★★★★★ This show sweeps you up before you’ve even found your seat. All Aboard the Jazz Express is a high‑spirited, mischievous cabaret that transforms Theatre 1, fheSpace @ Surgeons’ Hall, into the dining car of Europe’s most glamorous train, rattling from Paris to Istanbul with a suitcase full of swing, secrets and delightful nonsense.

The Hot Jazz Vagabonds are the engine of the piece, and what an engine they are. Pete Watson’s accordion curls around the room like cigarette smoke; Alan Gibson’s double bass keeps everything steady with unflappable charm; David Ahmed and Andy Ruiz Palma trade guitar lines with the shimmering ease of musicians who know exactly how to make a room feel alive. Their sound — a blend of hot 1930s swing, smoky chanson and gypsy jazz — is rich, warm and utterly irresistible. It’s no surprise they’ve graced stages from Glastonbury to Ronnie Scott’s; they play with the confidence of a band that has seen every kind of audience and knows how to win them all.

Into this musical whirlwind steps Airlie Scott, elegant, playful and gloriously unpredictable. As Vivienne Valise, she welcomes us aboard with a conspiratorial smile and the revelation that she is, in fact, a spy en route to Istanbul. She suspects one of the musicians is a spy too — and from that moment on, the show becomes a deliciously tongue‑in‑cheek mystery, full of coded glances, sudden revelations and the kind of theatrical chaos that makes audiences beam.

At each stop along the legendary route, the tone shifts just enough to keep things lively. In Belgrade, she slips a message to a spy hidden in the audience. In Vienna, documents are exchanged with suspicious flourish. In Sofia, she bursts into “Joseph Joseph” with infectious energy. And in Milan, her rendition of Tu Vuo’ Fa’ l’Americano is a cheeky delight, capturing the post‑war swagger of Italians playing at being American. She moves with ease from English to French to Italian, each song delivered with a storyteller’s instinct and a cabaret singer’s flair.

One of the loveliest moments sees her seated at a small table, singing in French with a softness that hushes the room. Another has her clicking her fingers to the gypsy jazz beat, weaving through the space with a dancer’s lightness. She is a performer who understands atmosphere — how to build it, how to break it, and how to let the band breathe inside it.

The murder mystery element is handled with a wink rather than a weight. A sudden “shot” rings out; Airlie ducks; the audience follows suit, half‑laughing, half‑startled. Two agents appear on the platform. Papers are shuffled. Suspicions rise. And by the time the train reaches Istanbul, the final twist — involving Alan’s double‑bass‑playing fugitive — lands with just the right mix of absurdity and theatrical satisfaction.

Musically, the show is a joy. The Vagabonds play with precision and personality, never missing a beat, never losing the thread of the story woven around them. The journey from Paris to Istanbul becomes not just a route but a rhythm — each city a new flavour, each song a new clue, each moment another reason to smile.

Theatre‑wise, it’s brisk, charming and beautifully pitched. The audience is drawn in without ever being pushed; the humour is light but clever; the atmosphere is rich without being heavy. It’s the kind of Fringe show that leaves you feeling brighter than when you walked in — a little dazzled, a little amused, and very much entertained.

Reviewed by Jacqueline Sharp

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Broadway Melodies – The Joy of Musical Theatre

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★★★★★ Philip Contini & His Be Happy Band deliver a fabulous 70-minute celebration of Broadway and musical theatre in an intimate Edinburgh Fringe setting. 

The room may be small, and the stage compact, but the production makes excellent use of every available inch. That intimacy works in the show’s favour, bringing the audience close to the performers and creating a wonderfully warm atmosphere. 

For the performance I attended, every seat was taken. The full house helped generate a real sense of occasion before the music had even begun, and that atmosphere continued throughout the show. 

Contini is appearing at the Edinburgh Fringe for the 34th time, and that wealth of experience shows. Joined by his six-piece Be Happy Band, he presents a programme built around memorable songs from some of musical theatre’s best-loved productions. 

The repertoire includes material associated with shows such as Anything Goes, Babes in Arms, Hello, Dolly!, Les Misérables, The Music Man, South Pacific and West Side Story. 

What makes the show particularly enjoyable is its uncomplicated celebration of musical theatre. It is performed with warmth and enthusiasm, with the live band bringing the Broadway melodies vividly to life. 

Despite the restricted stage space, the performers never appear constrained by it. Instead, they use the intimate surroundings to create a close connection with the audience. 

At £18 for a 70-minute performance, Broadway Melodies – The Joy of Musical Theatre offers an entertaining and uplifting Fringe experience, particularly for anyone with a love of classic musicals and live music. 

The combination of a full house, great atmosphere, accomplished musicianship and Contini’s easy rapport with the audience made this one of those Fringe performances that simply leaves you feeling good. 

Reviewed by Jacqueline  Sharp

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 Remaining performances 

  • Thursday 20 August – 1:00pm 
  • Friday 21 August – 1:00pm 
  • Wednesday 26 August – 1:00pm 
  • Friday 28 August – 3:30pm 
  • Saturday 29 August – 8:30pm 
  • Monday 31 August – 1:00pm 

 

Also at the Fringe 

Philip Contini is also appearing with pianist Anne Evans in Appassionato – Romantic Songs of Italy, a 60-minute programme celebrating classical, popular Neapolitan and Italian songs through music and storytelling. 

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  • Thursday 27 August – 1:00pm 

 

 

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HR The Musical: A Fast, Funny Skewer of Workplace Madness

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★★★★★ There’s something instantly appealing about a show that decides to take on the baffling, shape‑shifting world of HR — or whatever rebrand it’s hiding behind this week — and this New Zealand trio do it with a grin, a raised eyebrow, and a surprising amount of musical bite.

What unfolds is a brisk, knowingly absurd tour through the corporate labyrinth. We start with the coded niceties of the classic HR email — those soft‑focus euphemisms that somehow manage to say everything and nothing at once — before meeting Dick, the magnificently un-woke CEO whose opinions feel like they’ve been preserved in amber since 1993. From there, the show barrels into a series of increasingly deranged hire‑and‑fire scenarios: interviews conducted mid‑childbirth, performance reviews held at funerals, and a general sense that HR has finally slipped its moorings and floated off into pure theatre.

It’s all delivered with tight choreography, bright vocals, and a willingness to lean into the ridiculous. There’s even a rap battle between AI and a human employee, which lands with the kind of knowing silliness that makes you wonder how long it’ll be before your own workplace tries something similar in earnest.

The charm of the piece lies in its relatability. No matter where you work — office, shop floor, charity, gig economy — there’s a moment here that will feel uncomfortably familiar. HR The Musical doesn’t pretend to diagnose the modern workplace; it simply holds up the mirror and lets you laugh at the reflection.

Reviewed by Andrew Hunter

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A Fringe Hit You Can’t Refuse: This Little Thing of Ours Brings Big Energy to theSpace

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★★★★★ This Little Thing of Ours throws us straight into a mafia family on the brink of change. Frankie Coglione comes from a long line of mobsters cursed with terrible luck, but he’s determined to be the one who finally turns things around. Backed by his iron‑willed Nonna, he seems ready to take the top spot — until an unexpected death creates a power vacuum. Suddenly Frankie is forced into a musical turf war with Tony, a silk‑suited street boss with killer instincts. In this world, you don’t just whack someone — you give them a closing number. It’s mafia melodrama with musical theatre swagger.

I had a great time with This Little Thing of Ours. It’s exactly the sort of late‑night Fringe musical that thrives on energy, ensemble chemistry, and a willingness to lean fully into its own ridiculousness. The show promises gangster glamour, fast-paced comedy, and a live soundtrack, and that’s very much what the company delivers: loud, playful, and driven by performers who clearly enjoy being in this heightened criminal world.

It’s an ensemble‑driven piece  — Dorian Todd (Frankie), Kevin Parr (Tony), Meredith Rey (Nonna), James O’Neill (Don Lorenzo), Fraser Wood (Uncle Chicky), Arland O’Hara (Irish Mickey), Megan Wright (Butch), and Joan Smith (Giuda) all contribute to the entertainment, adding value. And you genuinely feel all of them working together. It’s one of those shows where the group dynamic is the engine; nobody is trying to outshine anyone else, and that makes the comedy, music and drama land better.

Having said that, I have my favourites! I particularly enjoyed Joan Smith’s performance as Giuda, the crew’s hitman. She has a sharp, expressive physicality that makes her both funny and genuinely intimidating. She’s one of those performers who can shift the tone of a scene just by how she stands or moves, and it gives the show a nice edge. Her dancing fits the character perfectly — controlled chaos, a bit dangerous, a bit silly, and always entertaining.

Kevin Parr’s Tony is another standout. Tony is a silk‑suited street boss with killer instincts,  and Parr leans into that contrast with real confidence. He’s powerful, charismatic, and very well acted — the sort of performer who knows exactly how to play the heightened theatricality of a mafia musical without tipping into cartoonishness. His dancing has that same swagger: confident, funny, and very much part of Tony’s persona.

The dancing across the whole ensemble is worth mentioning. It’s goofy in places, deliberately so, but choreographed with enough precision that it becomes part of the humour rather than a distraction. It’s blend of silliness and commitment makes the audience warm to the performers. Here, it works beautifully. The live band adds to that atmosphere, giving the whole thing a lively, immediate feel.

James Bruce’s writing is quick and playful, and Alice Humphries’ direction keeps everything moving at a brisk pace. The musical numbers slide in and out of the action cleanly, and Michael Mackay’s original score gives the show a distinctive identity. It’s not trying to be profound; it’s trying to be fun. And it succeeds.

I always judge how much I liked a musical by whether I’m humming one of the tunes on the way out the door – and with this I was (Family business).

The audience were fully on board — laughing, reacting, enjoying the ride. It’s the kind of show where the rawness is part of the charm. You don’t want it polished; you want it alive.

This Little Thing of Ours is a lively, confident, ensemble‑driven mafia musical with standout turns from Joan Smith and Kevin Parr, strong music, and dancing that’s both funny and surprisingly characterful. For a 22:30 slot, it hits exactly the right tone: expressive, entertaining, and full of personality and energy.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Next to Normal: A Raw, Unflinching and Remarkable Scottish Premiere

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★★★★★ There are musicals that send you out humming the tunes; others leave you thinking about the people you’ve just spent two hours with. Next to Normal belongs firmly in the latter category, and Bare Productions’ Scottish premiere makes that clear from the outset. The music matters, of course, but the real force of the show lies in something more uncomfortable: watching a family who love one another desperately yet are steadily worn down by grief, illness, memory and the things they cannot quite bring themselves to say.

It’s material that could easily slip into melodrama, but this production finds something far more grounded and human. Much of that comes from Briakaih Flore, whose performance as Diana is extraordinary. She brings a raw, unfiltered emotional honesty to the role — funny, difficult, loving, angry, frightened — and painfully aware of what is happening to her. Her voice carries the weight of the character’s inner conflict, and in songs like “You Don’t Know”, the sheer force of her frustration and despair is almost overwhelming. Later, “Didn’t I See This Movie?” becomes a razor‑sharp moment of clarity and panic, delivered with such intensity that the room seemed to hold its breath. Flore doesn’t just sing these songs; she inhabits them.

The consequences of Diana’s illness ripple through the entire family. Dan (Greg McCafferty-Thomson), the husband who has stayed, is trying to hold together something that may already have changed beyond recognition. His devotion carries real sadness: staying is not framed as heroism, and love is never presented as a cure-all. He can care deeply and still misunderstand; he can be loyal and still make mistakes.

Natalie’s position may be the most quietly devastating. She is physically present but emotionally overshadowed by someone who is not. She wants the ordinary things young people want — attention, independence, love — while living in a household whose emotional gravity continually pulls everything back towards Diana and Gabe.

Gabe (Zac McGuire) himself is one of the musical’s most ingenious creations. He is not simply a memory; he is memory made flesh — grief, idealisation and unresolved pain walking around the stage. What  the family remembers, refuses to remember and needs to forget is always in tension.

Henry (Ollie Hall) offers Natalie (Kelsey Mackenzie) a glimpse of life beyond the family’s orbit, though the musical is far too intelligent to suggest that another person can simply arrive and rescue her.

The refusal to offer easy answers is central to the show’s power. There are doctors, treatments, medication and therapy, but Next to Normal rejects the comforting idea that someone will eventually discover the correct solution and everything will return to normal. Even the title disputes that possibility: what exactly is “normal” after something has fundamentally altered a family? Perhaps the best anyone can hope for is something next to it.

The musical also understands that grief can become architectural — a structure a family builds its life around until removing it threatens everything else. When does remembering become destructive? Can forgetting be an act of survival? How much of ourselves is bound up with the version of the past we choose to preserve?

These substantial themes are carried through music rather than delivered as lecture. Kitt’s score moves between rock, pop and more intimate passages, allowing thoughts that might sound artificial in dialogue to break free emotionally. At its best, the music gives characters permission to say what conversation cannot express.

The show also resists dividing its characters neatly into the damaged and the healthy. Everyone here is carrying something; everyone gets things wrong. Diana is not simply her illness; Dan is not simply “the man who stayed”; Natalie is more than the neglected daughter; and Gabe is far more complicated than a ghost from the past. They are people trying, failing, reaching towards one another and retreating when reaching becomes too painful. That complexity is why Next to Normal works.

A lesser musical might insist that love conquers everything. This one knows that love sometimes coexists with anger, exhaustion and failure. It understands that someone can love another person profoundly and still be unable to save them — and that the desire to save someone can itself become part of the problem.

There is hope here, but it is hard-earned rather than brightly packaged. The possibility at the end is not that everything has been repaired; it is that life continues, people change, and perhaps they can begin to live with what cannot be undone.

Bare Productions have chosen an ambitious work for a Scottish premiere. Next to Normal asks a great deal of its performers and more than usual of its audience. You cannot simply sit back and let the songs wash over you; it asks you to consider illness, responsibility, bereavement and the strange ways love can sustain and trap us. It was clear from the audience’s reaction — many visibly moved, perhaps recognising their own losses and grief in the story — that the themes struck close to home. The standing ovation at the end was not polite enthusiasm; it was gratitude for a piece that had genuinely affected people.

The title may suggest something less than normality. By the end, though, you begin to wonder whether “normal” was ever a useful destination in the first place.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington
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The Sundaes Return to the Fringe with Diva Las Vegas

The Sundaes(Keris Lea, Anna MacLeod Franklin and Kimberley Ensor)

Some Fringe encounters are carefully scheduled weeks in advance; others arrive in a burst of sequins and charisma. At theSpace’s Meet the Press event, I met The Sundaes — the gloriously larger‑than‑life comedy harmony trio returning to the Fringe after an eight‑year absence with their new show, *Diva Las Vegas*. Even offstage, they radiate the kind of energy that makes you turn your head before you even realise you’re smiling.

Finalists on BBC One’s *All Together Now*, The Sundaes have built a reputation for powerhouse vocals, sharp comic timing and a celebratory performance style that blends cabaret, pop, musical theatre and unapologetic glamour. *Diva Las Vegas* draws inspiration from the icons who shaped the city’s legendary stages — Shania Twain, Tina Turner, Céline Dion, Diana Ross — artists known for big voices, big emotions and even bigger showmanship. The Sundaes take that lineage and twist it into something distinctly their own: mash‑ups, choreography, comedy, and arrangements that let all three performers shine.

What stands out immediately is how joyfully they inhabit their aesthetic. Their publicity material promises sequins, sparkle and spectacle, but in person they offer something more meaningful: a celebration of bodies, confidence and presence. The Sundaes have long been embraced as a body‑positive act — not because they make it a slogan, but because they embody it. Their performance style rejects the idea that glamour belongs only to certain shapes or sizes; instead, they reclaim diva culture as a space where everyone can be loud, visible and magnificent. It’s refreshing, funny and quietly radical.

Meeting performers in full promotional mode is one of the Fringe’s great pleasures. At Meet the Press, surrounded by flyers, microphones and the usual August chaos, The Sundaes were already in character — not performing, but radiating the same warmth and theatricality that defines their shows. That collision between everyday festival logistics and full‑blown showbusiness is part of what makes the Fringe such an enjoyable oddity: one moment you’re navigating a crowded room, the next you’re chatting with three singers dressed like they’re about to headline Caesars Palace.

Their pitch is gloriously old‑school entertainment: harmony, humour, glamour and personalities large enough to reach the back row of any venue. After eight years away from Edinburgh, they’re returning with confidence and a sense of occasion. As their flyer proudly declares, they are “bigger than ever” — and it’s clear they intend to live up to it.

On the strength of this encounter, *Diva Las Vegas* promises to be a joyful, high‑octane celebration of music, comedy and unapologetic self‑expression. The Sundaes aren’t planning to slip quietly back into the Fringe; they’re here to make noise.

By Pat Harrington

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Woody Sez – Edinburgh Fringe 2026

★★★★★

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Woody Sez is a warm, engaging tribute to Woody Guthrie, built around his songs and the stories that shaped them. The show blends biography, politics, humour and hardship into a fluid, fast‑moving piece of musical theatre. It’s presented with an easy, unforced charm that draws you in from the start.

I arrived knowing Woody Guthrie largely through his better-known songs, particularly the union anthems that have echoed down the decades. I left with a far richer appreciation of the man, his extraordinary catalogue and the experiences that shaped him. The production introduces audiences to songs that deserve to stand alongside the classics, performed with such conviction that they feel as fresh today as when Guthrie first wrote them.

The staging could hardly be simpler. Four musicians, a backdrop of photographs drawn from Guthrie’s life and the turbulent times through which he lived, and very little else. There are no elaborate sets or distracting theatrical flourishes. None are needed. The music, the words and the performances tell the story.

Although one performer remains Woody throughout, this is emphatically an ensemble piece. David M. Lutken reprises the role of Guthrie for this production, devised Woody Sez: The Life & Music of Woody Guthrie with original director Nick Corley. Cast members for this production are David Finch, Nyssa Grant and Raquel Chavez. The other three musicians step naturally into the voices of those around him, including members of his family, before returning seamlessly to the music. They play more than twenty instruments between them – and the spoons. No one dominates.The result is a genuine collaboration in which every performer makes an indispensable contribution.

The musicianship is exceptional. Every instrument is played with assurance, every harmony feels earned, and there is a warmth to the performances that draws the audience into Guthrie’s world. It never becomes a concert interrupted by biography, nor a play occasionally broken up by songs. The two are woven together so skilfully that each strengthens the other.

What surprised me most was how much of Guthrie’s life I didn’t know. I was aware of the Great Depression, of the poverty that scarred so many American families and of the political climate in which he found his voice. I knew far less about the personal tragedies that marked his life, the devastating fires that affected his family, and the cruel progression of Huntington’s disease that ultimately silenced one of America’s greatest songwriters. Understanding those experiences made his lifelong commitment to ordinary working people feel even more authentic. His politics were not abstract theories but convictions forged through hardship.

Yet the production wisely refuses to turn Guthrie into a solemn political icon. His mischievous streak is always present. There are moments of gentle humour and sly observations that reveal someone who could laugh even while confronting life’s harsher realities. That balance gives the evening its humanity.

The audience responded in kind. They listened intently throughout, joining in enthusiastically when familiar songs invited participation. By the end, the standing ovation felt entirely deserved.

One aspect particularly caught my attention. Listening to Union Maid, I could hear striking echoes of the Strawbs’ Part of the Union. Guthrie’s Union Maid uses the defiant refrain “I’m sticking to the union” as a straightforward declaration of solidarity. Strawbs’ Part of the Union echoes the same cadence and sentiment, but turns it into a wry, satirical take on 1970s British labour politics. One is earnest and rooted in American folk activism; the other is a pop‑rock pastiche that knowingly plays with the same idea.

The production touches briefly on Guthrie’s influence on figures such as Pete Seeger and Bob Dylan, but wisely keeps its focus on Guthrie himself. There is more than enough in his own remarkable life to sustain the narrative.

Perhaps the most powerful moment comes not in a song but in one of Guthrie’s newspaper columns, Woody Sez. Reflecting on war, he writes that a bomb is a bomb and a kid is a kid. It is an observation of disarming simplicity and enduring humanity. Decades later, with civilians still paying the price for conflicts across the world, those words retain their moral force.

That, more than anything, is why Woody Sez succeeds so completely. It is not an exercise in nostalgia. It reminds us that Guthrie’s compassion, wit and unwavering belief in the dignity of ordinary people still speak with remarkable clarity.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Family on the Brink: Next to Normal at the Edinburgh Fringe 2026

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Some shows arrive at the Fringe with hype; Next to Normal arrives with history. It’s a piece that has never sat quietly in the corner, never softened its edges, never pretended that mental illness or grief can be shaped into something tidy. Dominic Lewis seems acutely aware of that. When he talks about the Goodman family, he doesn’t reach for the usual theatrical shorthand. He talks about them the way you talk about people you’ve lived alongside — complicated, contradictory, trying their best, failing, trying again.

What struck us most is the seriousness of his intent. Not the heavy, self-important kind, but the grounded sort that comes from knowing the material can genuinely touch people who’ve lived versions of this story. Lewis isn’t interested in turning bipolar disorder into a plot engine or grief into a poetic flourish. He’s interested in the messy truth: the repetition, the avoidance, the love that curdles into fear, the care that becomes silence because nobody knows what else to do. His rehearsal room sounds like a place built with actual thought — not just emotional ambition, but practical care for performers who may be carrying their own histories into the work.

And then there’s the wider frame. The partnerships with Bipolar Scotland and Held In Our Hearts aren’t window dressing. They’re part of a deliberate attempt to make sure the production doesn’t just stir something up and leave audiences to deal with it alone. Lewis talks about community theatre not as a consolation prize but as a space where proximity matters — where the people making the work are part of the same streets, the same conversations, the same quiet crises as the people watching it.

As Next to Normal heads into the Edinburgh Fringe 2026, this interview feels less like a preview and more like an invitation to look again at what we call “care,” what families are expected to carry, and what healing might mean when truth finally stops being the thing everyone tiptoes around. It’s not neat. It’s not meant to be. But it feels, unmistakably, necessary.

Next to Normal has always been a lightning rod for conversations about mental health. What responsibilities did you feel taking on a story that deals so directly with bipolar disorder, medical treatment and the long shadow of loss, and how did you avoid slipping into cliché or sentimentality?

The responsibility felt enormous, to be honest. Next to Normal is not a show where mental health can be treated as a dramatic device, or where grief can be reduced to something neat, poetic or conveniently resolved by the end of the evening. It asks much more of everyone involved.

The first responsibility was to remember that although the Goodman family are fictional, the experiences around them are not. Bipolar disorder, trauma, complicated grief, medical treatment, family breakdown, emotional avoidance and survival are all things that many audience members will understand personally, either through their own lives or through someone they love. That means the work has to be truthful without becoming exploitative, detailed without becoming clinical, and emotionally open without pushing the audience into a kind of forced sentimentality.

For me, avoiding cliché meant resisting any version of Diana that becomes simply “the ill woman”, “the difficult mother” or “the tragic victim”. She is all sorts of things at once: funny, intelligent, frightened, loving, furious, avoidant, lucid, unwell, self-aware and trapped. Equally, Dan cannot just be “the long-suffering husband”, and Natalie cannot just be “the neglected daughter”. The danger with a show like this is that people become symbols. We have tried to keep pulling them back into being people.

In rehearsal, that has meant constantly asking: what is this person trying to do in this moment? What are they protecting? What truth are they avoiding? Where is the love, even when the behaviour is damaging? That keeps the story human. It stops the production from presenting mental illness as spectacle or grief as a beautiful sadness. Grief is not beautiful when you are inside it. It can be disorientating, repetitive, irrational, boring, exhausting and sometimes even absurd. The show understands that, and we have tried to honour that complexity.

The other big thing was not to make the production anti-treatment, anti-medication or anti-clinical care. That would be a misreading, and frankly it would be irresponsible. The show is much more interesting than that. It asks what happens when treatment exists but care becomes fragmented, when someone’s symptoms are addressed but their personhood is not always fully seen, and when a family tries to survive through silence rather than truth. That nuance is where the production lives.

The press release emphasises “emotional truth, care, accessibility and audience signposting.” How do you translate those values into practical rehearsal-room decisions, especially when working with performers who may have lived experience of the themes?

Those values only matter if they change behaviour in the room. It is easy to put words like care and accessibility in a press release. The real question is whether they affect the process.

Practically, we have tried to build a rehearsal room where people understand that the work can be emotionally demanding, but that nobody is expected to damage themselves in order to make it powerful. I am very clear that acting trauma is not the same as re-living trauma. We are not asking performers to mine their own pain for the sake of a scene. We are asking them to build characters with clarity, technique, empathy and rigour.

That means being specific. If a scene is difficult, we do not just say “make it more emotional”. We look at the action, the relationship, the rhythm, the breath, the interruption, the avoidance, the lyric and the silence. Often the most truthful moments are not the ones where someone pushes hardest.

Care also means giving people the information they need. We talk openly about the content of the show, the pressure points in the material, and what each rehearsal is likely to involve. We have tried to create a culture where people can say if something needs to be handled differently, without it becoming dramatic or awkward. That is particularly important when working on material that may overlap with lived experience. You cannot always know what someone is carrying into the room, so the room has to be built with that possibility in mind.

Accessibility and signposting are part of the same principle. We know the show may land very personally for some audience members, so we are thinking about what happens before and after the performance, not just during it. That includes clear content guidance, programme information, and working with organisations who understand these themes in a much deeper and more specialist way than we do. We cannot control how every person will receive the show, but we can take responsibility for how we frame it, how we support it, and how seriously we treat the conversations it may open up.

Diana’s story is often framed as a critique of the medicalisation of distress. How does your production navigate the tension between clinical intervention and the human need for connection, agency and dignity?

The important thing for me is that the production does not present those things as opposites. Clinical intervention and human connection should not be enemies. In the best circumstances, they should support one another.

What Next to Normal interrogates is what happens when care becomes too narrow. Diana is treated, but she is not always fully heard. Her symptoms are examined, but the emotional architecture of her life, her grief, her family and her sense of self cannot be solved by diagnosis alone. That does not mean diagnosis or medication are wrong. It means they are not the whole story.

The production tries to hold that tension without simplifying it. Diana needs help. The family needs help. Dan needs help. Natalie needs help. But help that removes agency, flattens identity or ignores the human context can become another kind of harm, even when it is well-intentioned.

Dignity has become a key word for us. Diana is sometimes chaotic, sometimes evasive, sometimes deeply unwell, but she must never lose her dignity in the eyes of the production. We are not inviting the audience to observe her from a distance. We are asking them to sit with the discomfort of how difficult it is to care for someone, how difficult it is to be cared for, and how easily love can become control when people are frightened.

The show is also very honest about the limits of love. Connection matters, but love alone cannot treat a serious mental health condition. At the same time, treatment without connection can leave someone feeling like a case rather than a person. That is the central tension for me. Diana needs care that sees her whole life, not just her crisis.

Bare Productions is collaborating with Bipolar Scotland and Held In Our Hearts. What does meaningful partnership look like in practice, and how do you ensure it’s more than a badge of good intentions?

For us, meaningful partnership starts with humility. We are a theatre company. We are not a mental health charity, a bereavement charity or a clinical service. So if we are making work that touches these areas, we have a responsibility to connect with people and organisations who live in that work every day.

The partnerships with Bipolar Scotland and Held In Our Hearts are not there to decorate the production. They are there because the themes of the show have real-world consequences. Bipolar Scotland brings vital awareness and understanding around bipolar disorder, stigma, support and the realities behind a condition that is still widely misunderstood. Held In Our Hearts brings deep care around baby loss and grief, which sits at the emotional root of the Goodman family’s story.

In practical terms, this means making space for signposting, sharing information with audiences, including the charities in our programme materials, and being careful with the language we use around the production. It also means understanding that partnership is not the same as endorsement. We should not hide behind charity logos and say, “That proves we have done the work.” The work is ongoing.

I think meaningful partnership also has to ask: who benefits? If the production raises awareness, but does nothing to direct people towards support, then we have missed an opportunity. If it uses painful subject matter to sell tickets, but does not take care over how audiences are held, then it has failed ethically. Our aim is for the production to create a bridge between the emotional experience of theatre and the practical reality of support, awareness and conversation.

It is also important to say that charity partnership does not make the show safe in a simplistic sense. The material is still difficult. It should be. But it does mean we are taking seriously the fact that audiences may leave with questions, memories, or feelings stirred up. We want there to be somewhere for that energy to go.

Next to Normal is, at its core, a family drama. What did you discover about the Goodman family that feels especially resonant for audiences in 2026, when conversations about trauma, care and survival are finally becoming less taboo?

What feels painfully resonant is that the Goodmans are not a family without love. They are a family with a huge amount of love, but not enough language. That feels very contemporary.

We are much better now, culturally, at saying words like trauma, grief, mental health and survival. That is progress. But naming something is not the same as knowing how to live with it. The Goodman family are caught in that gap. They are surrounded by feelings they cannot metabolise. They know something is wrong, but each of them has built a different survival strategy around it.

Diana’s survival is partly denial, partly memory, partly resistance. Dan’s survival is control, optimism and holding the family together at almost any cost. Natalie’s survival is achievement, distance and anger. None of these strategies are stupid. They make sense. But they are also damaging.

That feels very relevant in 2026 because so many families are trying to have more honest conversations about mental health, but they are doing it inside systems and histories that still reward silence. Families often become the place where care happens by default, whether or not anyone inside that family is equipped for it. The show asks what that does to people.

The thing I keep coming back to is that the Goodmans are not failing because they do not care. They are struggling because care without truth becomes unbearable. Everyone is trying to protect everyone else, and in doing so they isolate each other. That is a very recognisable family pattern, even outside the specific circumstances of the musical.

The show asks what it really means for a family to heal. Do you think healing is possible within the structures we currently have, or is the musical quietly arguing for something more radical?

I think the musical is deeply sceptical of neat healing. It does not offer the audience the comfort of a restored family where everyone has learned the lesson and pain has been tidied away. That is one of the reasons it remains such a powerful piece.

Healing, in Next to Normal, is not a return to the past. In fact, the desire to return to the past is part of what keeps the family trapped. Healing is closer to truth. It is the painful movement from pretending towards acknowledging. That does not fix everything, but it creates the possibility of something more honest.

So yes, I do think the show is quietly arguing for something more radical. Not in a slogan-led way, but in its emotional politics. It asks us to imagine care beyond endurance. It asks whether one person, one marriage, one family home can really hold the weight of serious mental illness, bereavement and trauma without wider support. It asks what we expect families, and often women in particular, to carry privately.

The structures we currently have can help people, absolutely. Treatment can help. Therapy can help. Medication can help. Community can help. But the show exposes what happens when support is fragmented, reactive or inaccessible, and when families only reach for help once they are already at breaking point.

The radical idea in the show is that survival is not enough. Being “fine” is not enough. Holding it together is not enough. Healing requires truth, agency, support, and sometimes the courage to let a family become something different from what it was. That is a much harder version of hope, but I think it is also a more truthful one.

Community theatre is often dismissed as “amateur,” yet your company’s work is described as ambitious, inclusive and values-led. What can community-rooted companies say about mental health and grief that commercial theatre often can’t?

Community-rooted theatre can speak from proximity. That is its power.

Commercial theatre can do extraordinary work, of course, but it is often shaped by commercial risk, marketability, celebrity, critical expectation and the pressure to package difficult themes in a way that can be sold. Community-rooted companies can sometimes move differently. We are not detached from the communities watching the work. We are part of them.

For Bare, the word “community” does not mean lowering artistic ambition. It means widening the purpose of the work. We are interested in making theatre that is artistically strong, but also socially connected. With a show like Next to Normal, that matters. Mental health and grief are not abstract topics for discussion. They are part of ordinary life. They sit in rehearsal rooms, workplaces, friendships, families and audiences.

Community theatre can also challenge the idea that only certain kinds of people are allowed to make “serious” work. Lived experience, empathy, care and local connection are not second-best substitutes for professionalism. They are forms of knowledge. That does not mean good intentions are enough. The work still has to be rigorous. The singing has to be strong. The staging has to be clear. The ethics have to be thought through. But the root system is different.

I think community-rooted companies can say: this story belongs in the room with us. It is not distant. It is not rarefied. It is not something happening to other people. It is here, in the city, in our families, in our friendships, in the audience. That creates a different kind of charge.

The musical’s rock score is famously intense and emotionally charged. How do you balance musical precision with the rawness the story demands, especially in a Fringe environment where time and space are tight?

The balance comes from understanding that rawness and precision are not opposites. In a score like Next to Normal, the rawness only really lands if the structure underneath it is secure.

The music is relentless. It demands stamina, accuracy, emotional intelligence and real trust between performers. If the cast are fighting the music technically, they cannot live inside the scene truthfully. So we have spent a lot of time treating the score as both music and text. The notes matter, the rhythms matter, but so does the thought underneath every phrase.

In rehearsal, I am interested in where the music interrupts normal behaviour. This is a domestic drama, but the score allows the pressure inside the family to erupt. Sometimes the music is what a character cannot say. Sometimes it is what they are trying not to know. Sometimes it is the speed of panic, or the force of memory, or the exhaustion of pretending.

The Fringe environment makes that more intense. You do not have endless time, endless space or endless technical resources. But that can also be clarifying. We have to ask what each moment is really about and strip away anything decorative. The Sanctuary at Paradise Green gives us an intimate relationship with the audience, so we do not need to push for scale all the time. The emotional size of the piece can come from focus.

My job is to create enough precision that the performers feel safe to be emotionally brave. If the staging, music and storytelling are held tightly, then the cast can risk more. Controlled does not mean cold. It means the production has a spine.

Next to Normal blends domestic realism with a high-energy rock score. What do you think this musical language allows you to express about mental health and family life that a more traditional score couldn’t?

The rock score allows the inner life of the family to become theatrical without becoming polite. That is crucial.

A more traditional score might risk smoothing the edges of the story. Next to Normal needs a musical language that can be jagged, obsessive, funny, furious, tender and overwhelming, sometimes within the same number. Mental health does not always move in clean emotional arcs. Family conflict does not always arrive in well-shaped sentences. The rock language gives the show volatility.

What I love is the collision between the ordinary and the extreme. This is a family in a house, dealing with school, marriage, doctors, dinner, birthdays, routines. But underneath that domestic surface, the emotional volume is huge. The score lets us hear that. It turns subtext into sound.

It also captures the way a family system can become rhythmic. People repeat patterns. They interrupt each other. They avoid the same subjects. They return to the same wounds. The music reflects that. It can feel like thought spiralling, memory returning, panic accelerating, or love trying to force its way through a blocked room.

For me, the score says that mental health and grief are not quiet subjects just because people often suffer quietly. Inside, they can be deafening. The rock score gives that inner noise a form.

If audiences leave the Sanctuary at Paradise Green talking about one social issue raised by your production, what do you hope it is, and why that one?

I hope they talk about the fact that care cannot sit solely inside one family.

That feels like the central social issue for me. The show is about mental health, grief, treatment and family, but underneath all of that is a question about where care is expected to happen, who is expected to provide it, and what happens when those people are already breaking.

The Goodman family are not untouched by support, but they are still profoundly alone in many ways. That loneliness is not just emotional. It is structural. It reflects how many people experience mental illness, bereavement and crisis: as something that becomes private very quickly, even when it is too big to be held privately.

If audiences leave talking about that, then the production has done something useful. Not because theatre should provide policy answers, but because theatre can make us feel the human cost of questions we sometimes discuss too abstractly. Who gets believed? Who gets supported? Who gets exhausted? Who disappears inside someone else’s crisis? Who is allowed to say they cannot cope?

I would love audiences to leave moved by the family, but also unsettled by the wider implications. The musical does not ask us simply to pity Diana, admire Dan, worry about Natalie or mourn what has happened to the Goodmans. It asks us to look at the whole ecosystem of care, silence, stigma and survival.

For me, that is why the piece still matters so much. It is not only asking, “How does one family heal?” It is asking, “What kind of world would make healing more possible?”

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Review: Cabaret at the Playhouse (London)

Promotional image for the musical 'Cabaret' at the Kit Kat Club, featuring a performer with vintage styled hair and makeup, highlighted in gold lettering.

This production has a central insight: that the glitter and the terror of Cabaret are not opposites but dance partners. The Kit Kat Klub is both refuge and warning, a place where pleasure becomes a kind of defiance and denial becomes a kind of doom. This staging leans into that contradiction with confidence. It lets decadence and danger sit side by side until the audience can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins. The political becomes personal, the personal becomes political, and the entertainment becomes quietly, insistently unsettling.

The design does a great deal of this work. The Kit Kat Klub appears at first like a jewel — warm, golden, inviting — but the closer you look, the more you see the cracks. The circular stage, capable of rising and turning, creates a sense of perpetual motion, as if Berlin itself is spinning faster than its inhabitants can keep up. Musicians perched in balconies on either side of the Dress Circle add to the intimacy: the sense that the audience is not watching a performance so much as being folded into it. As the story darkens, the lighting shifts from amber glow to cold, surgical blues, guiding us through the slow descent without ever announcing it.

Into this world wanders Baker Mukasa’s Clifford Bradshaw, searching for inspiration and finding Eva Noblezada’s Sally Bowles — a woman who performs herself with such conviction that she almost believes the act. Their relationship becomes the show’s emotional axis, even as the world outside begins to tilt. This production honours the fluidity of Berlin’s social and sexual landscape. Cliff’s bisexuality, so often erased in adaptations, is acknowledged lightly but unmistakably: the flirtatious ease with Lucas Koch’s Ernst Ludwig, the MC’s insinuating presence, the staging of “Two Ladies” with its playful nod to a ménage à trois. It’s a Berlin where improvisation — sexual, social, moral — is simply how people survive.

Eva Noblezada’s Sally is all brittle glamour and bravado. Her costumes are less overtly sexual than in some productions, and that choice pays off: it reveals her fragility rather than her allure. She is a woman who performs even when no one is watching, because the performance is the only thing holding her together. Her abortion is handled with restraint and clarity — not sensationalised, not softened. It is the moment her fantasy of freedom collapses. She chooses the cabaret over domesticity, chaos over stability, the night over the morning after. Her final “Cabaret” is not a victory cry but a desperate insistence that she is still in control, even as the world closes in around her.

The quieter love story between Robert Hands’ Herr Schultz and Ruthie Henshall’s Fraulein Schneider becomes the production’s emotional anchor. Their romance is gentle, almost old‑fashioned, a fragile pocket of hope unfolding in the shadow of something monstrous. When Schneider decides not to marry Schultz, it is not hatred that drives her but fear — the small, frightened compromises ordinary people make when the world begins to harden. Henshall’s delivery of “What Would You Do?” becomes a lament for the way authoritarianism seeps into daily life, not through grand gestures but through the erosion of courage.

Lucas Koch’s Ernst Ludwig embodies that erosion. He begins as a charming, worldly traveller — the sort of man who seems to know everyone and everything. Cliff trusts him. The audience trusts him. And that is precisely the point. His eventual reveal as a Nazi organiser is not a twist but an inevitability. He represents the banality of extremism: the friendly man who helps you with your luggage may also be helping dismantle your society.

Hovering above all this is Reeve Carney’s MC, the production’s most visually striking presence. His costumes — one sharply sinister, one grotesquely clownish — capture his duality: playful on the surface, predatory underneath. His stamping on a glass, echoing the Jewish wedding tradition, during the attack on Herr Schultz’s property is one of the production’s boldest symbolic gestures. It is a moment where the cabaret’s illusions shatter.

Musically, the production is at its strongest when it uses the score to chart the emotional and political descent. “Mein Herr” is delivered with delicious cheek, the line about “crossing Europe man by man” landing with perfect comic timing. The choreography leans into humour rather than seduction, revealing Sally’s wit as armour. “Tomorrow Belongs to Me” appears twice — one as something almost pastoral, the other as something rigid and chilling. The contrast is devastating: the same melody, one seemingly innocent, one poisoned.

Fraulein Schneider’s “What Would You Do?” becomes the show’s heartbreaking centrepiece. It is not a political speech but a weary confession. She is not choosing fear over love; she is choosing survival over hope. The production gives her space, and the result is quietly shattering.

“If You Could See Her” is staged as a deliberate provocation. Without the film’s visual cue of a mocking Nazi audience, the anti‑Semitic punchline lands with a jolt. The production refuses to soften it. The ugliness is the point. It is the moment the cabaret’s humour curdles.

What this revival captures with unnerving clarity is the moment when the party finally ends — not with a crash, but with a tightening. The walls don’t slam shut; they inch inward. The audience feels it before the characters do. The Kit Kat Klub, once a sanctuary of permissiveness and possibility, begins to feel smaller, the air thinner. The decadence that once felt liberating now feels like a distraction — a glitter curtain pulled across a gathering storm.

And the tragedy, of course, is that most people inside the club don’t see it coming. Or rather, they see something, but they refuse to believe it is as bad as it looks. This production understands that authoritarianism rarely announces itself. It creeps. It flatters. It reassures. It tells you that everything is fine, that the ugliness is temporary, that the men in armbands are only keeping order. It tells you that you can keep dancing.

Fraulein Schneider embodies this perfectly. She is not naïve; she is frightened. She knows the world is changing, but she clings to the hope that if she keeps her head down, if she makes the “sensible” choice, the danger might pass her by. Her decision not to marry Schultz is not a capitulation to hatred but to fear — the quiet, corrosive fear that convinces ordinary people to make small compromises that become, in hindsight, catastrophic.

Ernst Ludwig’s unveiling is the clearest sign of how the walls close in. He doesn’t change; we simply see him more clearly. The genial traveller becomes the face of a movement that has been growing in plain sight. The production makes the point sharply: extremism does not arrive as a monster. It arrives as a neighbour.

Even the MC, once the embodiment of mischief and possibility, becomes a darker figure as the show progresses. Carney’s grin sharpens. His jokes curdle. His presence becomes less an invitation and more a warning. When he stamps on the glass, it is the moment the cabaret’s illusions shatter. The club is no longer a refuge; it is a mirror held up to a society that has already surrendered.

By the time Eva Noblezada sings “Cabaret,” toward the end, the party is already over. She is performing in the ruins, insisting she is fine because the alternative — acknowledging the collapse — is unbearable. Her defiance becomes a kind of denial, a refusal to look at the world as it is. And that, the production suggests, is how societies fall: not because no one sees the danger, but because too many people convince themselves it is exaggerated or won’t affect them personally.

The brilliance of this revival is that it shows how the collapse happens in increments. A joke here. A shrug there. A song sung in a different key. People tell themselves it’s not their problem, not their fight, not yet. They keep dancing because the music hasn’t stopped — and by the time it does, the exits are already blocked.

One of the evening’s unexpected pleasures was the strikingly young audience. Their presence gave the production an added charge. Cabaret has always been a warning as much as a story — a reminder of how quickly freedoms can erode. Seeing younger theatre‑goers respond so strongly to those themes made the political resonance feel sharper, more contemporary, more urgent.

This Cabaret understands the show’s political heart: that authoritarianism rarely arrives with a bang. It arrives with a shrug, a joke, a song sung in a different key. Societies collapse not through dramatic gestures but through small compromises, quiet fears, and the seductive belief that the party can go on forever. This production refuses that comfort. It shows us the party ending, the good times over.

By Pat Harrington

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Mamma Mia! at Edinburgh Playhouse: A Celebration of ABBA

The Edinburgh Playhouse production of Mamma Mia! in December 2025 was a joyous celebration of ABBA’s music, staged with energy and polish. The show covered a wide range of ABBA songs, and hearing them again reminded me how the lyrics, though simple on the surface, often convey complex themes of love, heartbreak, and resilience with clarity and emotional punch. The audience was fully engaged throughout, singing along, clapping, and even dancing in their seats, with the majority of the crowd being female, which added to the sense of shared nostalgia and communal enjoyment.

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The plot, built around Sophie’s search for her father ahead of her wedding, is serviceable and clearly designed to frame the songs rather than stand alone, but it works well enough to carry the evening. Comedy was woven into the dialogue and situations, especially in the interactions between Donna and her friends Rosie and Tanya, and in the antics of the three potential fathers, which kept the mood light and entertaining.

The dancing was consistently fantastic, with slick choreography and vibrant ensemble numbers that elevated the show’s energy. Numbers like Voulez‑Vous and Lay All Your Love on Me were delivered with precision and flair, while the finale transformed the theatre into a party atmosphere, sending the audience out singing and smiling. This Edinburgh staging reaffirmed why Mamma Mia! has endured for more than two decades: it is a feel‑good musical that combines nostalgia, humour, and irresistible music into a communal celebration.

My only criticism is not with the show but with the venue. I went with a disabled friend with back problems and the seats were like torture devices. Get this fixed Playhouse!

By Pat Harrington

The musical “Mamma Mia!” at the Edinburgh Playhouse runs from Tuesday, 9 December 2025, until Sunday, 4 January 2026.

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