MICK MCSHANE is roused by a band whose socialism laces every line of every song with commitment and raw passion

THEATRE remains in crisis. Some have maintained an online presence through streamed and distanced productions but most have remained closed for over a year.
Even when the Luftwaffe was carpet-bombing London, intrepid theatregoers embodied the “blitz spirit” by attending productions frequently interrupted by air-raid sirens. But that threat — albeit severe — was from without and easy to identify. Now, invisible, it is among us.
When I spoke to playwright Mark Ravenhill, whose new production Angela has just been launched as a radio drama, he pointed out that the last time venues in the capital were shut for such a long time was in 1665, when the Great Plague was tearing through the city.



