Tuesday, June 23, 2026
JOHN OTWAY & WILD WILLY BARRETT
Tuesday, June 16, 2026
MRS DALLOWAY
Q THE MUSIC - A JAMES BOND CONCERT SPECTACULAR
Wednesday, March 18, 2026
MACBETH
Storyhouse. Chester
Adapted & directed by Jamie Sophia Fletcher
Until 21st March 2026
Thursday, November 28, 2024
IT'S GRIMMS UP NORTH - RIK MAYALL'S LOST TAPES
TONY SLATTERY: RESUSCITATED
Erica Lear with Tony Slattery.
Sunday, July 28, 2024
THE BLOCKHEADS
THE GANGS OF NEW YORK
Grosvenor Park Open Air Theatre, Chester
25th July 2024
Produced by Storyhouse
Adapted by Kieran Lynn
Directed by John Young
Until 31st August
Martin Scorsese's epic 2002 blockbuster movie 'Gangs Of New York' is far from an obvious choice for Storyhouse Chester's annual open air theatre season. In recent years I've enjoyed several sparkling productions of more traditional fare, such as 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', 'Romeo & Juliet', etc. With the Grosvenor Park location providing a generally convivial family atmosphere, with eager punters devouring picnics of expensive cheese and red wine, and the individual shows usually crammed with panto style tomfoolery, shoe-horned-in contemporary pop songs, and a feverish madcap 'anything goes' style, surely adapting this most visceral and bloodthirsty gangster drama was a huge gamble?
Well, indeed it is, but Storyhouse have managed to pull it off. Yes, there's the usual sensory overload of spirited musical numbers, and music hall style audience participation, including the regular breaking of the fourth wall with actors chasing each other through the audience, clambering over the legs of squealing punters, often snatching a drink from an unguarded bottle, or taking a glass out of an obliging audience member's hand (it's as if covid never happened!). But, and it's a big but, these end of the pier shennanigans only just about manage to sit comfortably alongside some brutal and gut-wrenching fight scenes. and tense stand-offs. For those of a nervous disposition, I'd recommend that you prepare yourself for some truly knuckle breaking, full-throated carnage!
Our protagonist is newly-arrived Irish immigrant John Morrissey (an amiable, and oft times feral Oisin Thompson), determined to make a life for himself in 19th century New York city, and succeed in the face of undiluted racism and rampant political corruption. The bustling, virtually lawless mean streets are awash with petty thieves and murderers, with the city barely held together by dirty money, under the counter favours, and old school bigotry. John finds a kindred spirit in the feisty and fiercely independent Maggie (a sparkly, enticing Hanora Kamen). She's an expert pickpocket, who can more than hold her own in a fight, and an icy breaker of hearts.
John soon finds himself earning some much-needed cash in the murky, dog-eat-dog world of bare knuckle boxing. Cue some tasty, sweaty, half naked skirmishes featuring much spillage of the old claret. Morrissey beats his first opponent 'Chuck Connors' (Tom Benjamin), who just happens to be the champion of local gangster William 'The Butcher' Poole, and a deadly, murderous rivalry is born. James Sheldon has the unenviable task of taking on a role made famous by the great Daniel Day-Lewis, and succeeds admirably. He's a big, gruff, bear of a man. Often wading through scenes of carnage, sporting a blood spattered apron and a leather belt dangling an impressive array of professional butcher's knives. Sheldon radiates menace, his calm swagger justified when we see him burst into action, despatching hapless opponents with Terminator style, balletic efficiency. Bill's tough-as-nails, wife Lize is played in a no nonsense, seen-it-all way by the steely Joanne Howarth, who looks after her brutal husband's interests in an often disturbingly motherly way.
James Sheldon as 'Bill The Butcher'
A special mention must go to Lucas Button as the naive and immensely likeable police constable Lew Barker. Smitten by the strong-willed Maggie, he soon finds himself caught between his allegiance to the greedy, whiskey-fuelled Mayor Fernando Wood (an often hilarious Robert Maskell) and his reliance on backhanders from Bill The Butcher. When Lew betrays Bill, he receives an almighty beating from Bill, on a par with Brando in 'The Chase' or Christopher Walken in 'The Dogs Of War'. As I stated earlier, the onstage violence is truly effective, with heads regularly slammed against the wooden decking, or on to primitive wheelbarrows and carts that make up the sparse set. There are as many belly laughs and hysterical shrieks of delight from the audience, as there are howls of disgust, surprise, and shock at the snapping of limbs, gouging of eyes, and gut-splitting stabbings.
Expert movement direction from Lucy Cullingford, and fight direction by Kaitlin Howard, are vital elements which succeed magnificently. Together with a rollicking, and often suitably moody musical score by local artistes ME + Deboe, all the ingredients for a roller coaster theatrical experience are here.
A truly oddball choice for a show, but a very very welcome one that has certainly paid off.
Oh, and to the woman who brought a baby in, then had to take it out crying, ten minutes in - What did you THINK was going to happen?!
Monday, July 31, 2023
A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM
Grosvenor Park Open Air Theatre
Reviewer: Brian Gorman
Writer: William Shakespeare
Director: Elvi Piper
Theseus and Hippolyta, rulers of Athens, are to be married,
whilst four young lovers squabble amongst themselves, and a bunch of dim-witted
amateur actors rehearse their feeble comedy following an invitation to perform
at the royal wedding. Cue the inevitable chaos when the lovers and the hams
wind up in the forest, and find themselves playthings of the mighty Oberon and
Titania, the supernatural mirror images of the Athenian royals. This play is a
gift for directors. It has huge potential for drama, comedy, romance, suspense,
and even horror. I have seen thrilling versions where the light and shade has
been presented, and the laughs and scares perfectly balanced. Oberon can be
terrifying, yet here he is presented as a kindly, twinkly-eyed ringmaster by
Daniel Burke. Titania can be supremely sexy, a diva, and a rampant temptress,
but is portrayed as a drunken, loud Scottish man by Laurie Jamieson. I presume
the character is a man, as he is dressed in traditional male clothing, but who
knows. The actors are all fine, and play their roles with great energy and
passion, but their efforts are diluted by the directorial choices of Elvi Piper.
Molly Grace-Cutler comes closest to achieving a lovely blend of surreal comic
timing, and darker flashes of mischievousness as Oberon’s enigmatic assistant,
Puck. She spent much of her time clambering over audience members, cheekily
chomping on snacks and drinks, and almost coming a cropper when slipping off a
bench and almost flattening a chap on the front row! A vital component of any ‘Dream
production is Bottom the weaver. The, usually male, overbearing, egotistical, uber
ham ‘luvvie’ who ends up being turned into a donkey, then sexually assaulted by
a drugged Titania. Victoria Brazier does her best in the role, but this
particular interpretation of the character is a little flat, and missing a
great deal of the energy and vigour demanded.
Designer Adam Wiltshire has decided to forget about the enchanted forest, and elected to choose a circus setting. Fair enough. But, we’ve lost the magic. The faerie inhabitants of the forest have been reduced to clowns and acrobats, bereft of any sense of awe. As with many of these open-air shows, the emphasis is on pantomime style fun and frolics. But, that’s to be expected, when the atmosphere of the venue is one big picnic, with some punters happily chomping on their chicken drumsticks and quaffing their prosecco, whilst jabbering to each other during scenes. There is the audience-pleasing smattering of contemporary pop songs, performed by the talented cast, that provide some entertaining interludes between the shenanigans. The result is a pleasant, undemanding evening, which is probably best enjoyed with a cheese butty and a can of Stella.
Runs until Saturday 27 August 2023
3.5 Stars
Knockabout Rowdy Fun
Wednesday, April 12, 2023
PETER HOOK & THE LIGHT: Easter Homecoming
Night One:
Albert Hall, Manchester
Reviewer: Brian Gorman
Peter Hook and The Light made their ‘Easter Homecoming’
at Manchester’s magnificent Albert Hall. For Joy Division and New Order fans,
this three-day residency was an absolute godsend (Christian or otherwise). Nobody
can say that Hooky doesn’t give value for money, or forgets the origins of two
of the most influential British bands of all time (in which he was a founder
member, bassist, and co-songwriter). On Thursday, things kicked off with a
performance of each band’s debut album; ‘Unknown Pleasures’ and ‘Movement’. With
its beautiful stained-glass windows providing sparkling dances of light from
the setting spring sun, we were bathed in the atmosphere of a virtual pagan
celebration. Spacious, yet surprisingly intimate. For Peter Hook, life as a
legendary musician, and local hero, had now come full circle. Situated on Peter
Street, the Albert Hall is almost directly opposite the Radisson hotel,
formerly the Free Trade Hall. In 1976, Hooky and his future Joy Division
bandmates had attended the notorious Sex Pistols gig, a seismic event that
provided inspiration to the likes of the young Steven Morrissey, Mick Hucknall,
and many more proto punks. I thought Hooky might have said a few words about
this striking example of psychogeographic synchronicity, but he left the
talking to his trusty bass guitar.
Following a glowing introduction from Councillor Ann-Marie
Humphreys (Ceremonial Mayor of Salford), things blasted off with the classic No
Love Lost, from Joy Division’s previous incarnation, Warsaw. This was the
perfect choice to serve as an overture to Unknown Pleasures, with its doleful,
disturbing opening quickly evolving into a driving, hypnotic, angry assault.
Magnificent. Here is where it all started. All the clues are here. All the
pointers to the future. Innovative, startling, frightening, intriguing, and an
instant classic. Hooky’s voice has also evolved, and now has echoes of original
vocalist Ian Curtis. A great beginning, and the crowd loved it. Unknown
Pleasures’ opening track, Disorder, is up next, and we’re into one of the
greatest debut albums ever produced. Sheer post-punk beauty, with its brash,
confident, rattling evocation of a sci-fi tinged 1970s rain-sodden Manchester
streets. Hooky is in his element, looking fitter than ever, with the rock star
swagger, and (thankfully) having ditched the baggy shorts for tight black jeans
and heavy boots.
Playing complete albums is always a little risky, with
the audience waiting for the big crowd-pleasers, and sometimes a little
impatient with the lesser-appreciated tracks. But, when those beloved songs
arrive, the atmosphere bristles, hands are raised, and the blood pumps. Day Of
The Lords, Candidate, and Insight follow, and are respectfully received, with
the die-hard fans relishing hearing them played live. The disturbing nature of
Curtis’ lyrics, combined with the Hook/Sumner/Morris arrangements prove just
what a tremendous creation Joy Division was, and how they managed to create an
album that was a classic from the moment it hit the streets. Next up is the
all-time favourite New Dawn Fades. This is the one that has everything, with
its simple, dark and foreboding beat, leading into a swirling, triumphant,
reach-for-the-stars epic mood before Curtis’ melancholic, distressing, and
sorrowful lyrics undercut things. It’s as if the music is fighting a losing
battle, yet keeping pace with the oppressive lyrics, catapulting the whole song
into another dimension entirely. This is as dark, tragic, and desperate as it
gets, and Hooky and The Light perform it as though written yesterday. There’s
nothing dated about this album, and it retains its awesome, soul destroying,
uplifting power.
The plucky opening bars of She’s Lost Control give the
crowd another chance to scream their approval, and prepare to bask in another
classic. Spiky, energetic, and anthemic. Then it’s Shadowplay, and here’s the
rock ‘n roll side of the post punk mood. A lighter tone, a more audience
friendly song, yet the unnerving lyrics once again demonstrate how under-rated
the track is. Lines such as “I did everything, everything I wanted to. I let
them use you, for their own ends” could never bring anything resembling a smile
to anybody’s face. I Remember Nothing brings things to a suitably unnerving
end. A bad dream of a song, and one wonders how on earth the young men of Joy
Division created such darkness without descending into deep depression and
despair. It’s hardly a sing-along party tune. And, we’re at the interval.
If Unknown Pleasures heralded the arrival of a whole
new sound, a clarion call for the ditching of aggressive punk, and the
embracing of considered, raw emotion and genius, with the promise of future
success, hope, and admiration, then Movement is an entirely different beast.
Following Ian Curtis’ suicide, barely a year after Unknown Pleasures, the remaining
band members continued as New Order, and picked themselves up to attempt to
rebuild their sound, and their lives. It is a curious album, and more than a
little jittery, nervous, tentative, and experimental. Once again, Hooky gives
us a track to serve as an overture to the full album. Procession is New Order’s
second single, released in 1981, and an obvious bridge from Joy Division to the
fledgling new band. It’s
another great choice, and despite the ever-present melancholic lyrics, it is
uplifting and triumphant, suggesting the band will come through the pain of
their friend’s death, and live on. The opening track from Movement is another
JD/NO hybrid. Dreams Never End suggests the creativity and ambitions of the new
band continue unabated, yet recognise the loss they have endured. It’s a
cracking song, with a confident, lighter tone, and a glorious triumphant
rhythm. The crowd love it, and we witness the ashes of Joy Division glowing as
a whole new animal is birthed. Following the immortal Unknown Pleasures, the
performance of Movement has the audience smiling, and respectfully soaking up
the tentative New Order sound, with its careful, wary steps towards the
perfect, dance and indie fusion that would burst into arrogant life on future
albums. For now, this is a rare opportunity to hear this intriguing album
played live, and to experience the nuts and bolts being reshuffled, and choices
made as to the nature and effect desired by a new dynamic. The Him is pure Joy
Division, and the sound is as distressing, dark, and terrifying as any Curtis
composition. The whole album is a real struggle, and one can feel the sadness
and loss. Unknown Pleasures had Curtis singing about the darkest and saddest
elements of the human psyche, but Movement combines those sentiments and
allusions with harsh reality. New Order could have easily descended even
further into nihilistic murmurings, and Movement was, thankfully, not a sign of
things to come.
With the audience a little subdued, it was time for
the encore. Hooky dedicated Atmosphere to the late Nora Forster, wife of John
Lydon, and delivered an epic, spinetingling rendition of the Joy Division
anthem. Following this with an early song, guaranteed to get the energy levels
soaring, the sparky, pulsating Digital, we were then treated to a sensational,
rousing Transmission, which got the balcony on its feet and cheering. This was
what the audience needed, and the cobwebs were completely blown away when the
opening notes of Ceremony began. A huge sing-along brought the evening to a
wonderful climax, with the unofficial Manchester anthem Love Will Tear Us Apart
threatening to take the roof off. Hooky and The Light (Paul Duffy, Paul Kehoe,
and David Potts) took their bows, with Hooky providing the icing on the cake by
ripping his shirt open, buttons flying, and flinging it out into the near hysterical
front rows. Departing the stage, to a recorded version of Blue Monday (a
curious artistic decision), the crowd slowly dispersed. Saddened, yet
simultaneously elated.
Reviewed on Thurs 6th April
4.5 Stars
Touching perfection

























