WILL STONE is frustrated by a performance that chooses to garble the lyrics and drown the songs in reverb
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TOM KING is distinctly unimpressed by a play on the Labour Party by a writer dubbed 'the premier political dramatist writing in English'
RITA DI SANTO points out the social experience of exploitation and oppression that inform the popular winners at this year’s festival
PETER MASON is tickled by a new book and exhibition that mine the rotten anachronism of the monarchy for laughs
A Nazi zeppelin whodunnit, death amidst detoxification, a twistaholic’s delight, and noir fiction for criminals
STEVE JOHNSON salutes the mellifluous tones and clear-minded political message of a uniquely relevant Birmingham-born singer-songwriter
STEVE ANDREW enjoys an account of the many communities that flourished independently of and in resistance to the empires of old
TOM STONE urges you to catch the last dates of a New York singer/songwriter, never afraid to challenge her audiences musically or politically
I’m Not Running
National Theatre, London
SIR David Hare must be tidying up — sorting the papers on which he’s scribbled various ideas and lines over the past few years and, in an effort to prevent his material going to waste, has decided to amalgamate them into a production for the National.
His play, directed by Neil Armfield, is about the Labour Party. Except it’s also about the political outsider, as well as the NHS, alcoholism, domestic violence, mental health, immigration and why there’s never been a female Labour prime minister. Female genital mutilation gets a look in too.
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