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Source: Q Writer: Rob Beattie Date:
September 1995
The ragged
saga of Gilbert O'Sullivan continues with this odd, unsatisfactory piece of
self indulgence. Based loosely on a touring drama he did in 1991-92 it
uses the conventional West End musical form (overture, loud group numbers
alternating with reflective solo ones, reprise, much yipping from the cast)
to rake through the old rise-and-fall of a musician. Naturally, it's
about himself and the wretched 1980's But Every Song Has It's (note
embarrassingly incorrect apostrophe) Play is so predictable that's there's
no joy in the unravelling, and songs like Nothing To Fear and You Don't Own
Me are merely bald, vengeful statements: managers are crooks, musicians are
hard done by, etc. etc. Despite his evident talents, he's in danger of
throwing the '90's away all on his own.
Rating
1 out
of 5
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