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Yellow Breck Road, Theatre Review. Royal Court Theatre, Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Cast: Jake Abrahams, Gemma Brodrick, Eithne Browne, Paul Duckworth, Lynn Francis, Jamie Greer.

Once in a lullaby…such dreams are made of, the chance to see how life brought you to this point, and one that comes out of shock and the game played out by adversity. All you have to remember is that to follow the Yellow Breck Road might mot lead you to the wizard, but it will lead you to a place in which the tragedy and humour of life go hand in hand, where joy is welcome, where the despicable finally get their just deserts.

Mam! I’m ‘Ere!, Theatre Review. Royal Court Theatre, Liverpool. (2018).

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating  * * * * *

Cast: Jake Abrahams, Eithne Browne, Stephen Fletcher, Michael Fletcher, Lynn Francis, Lindzi Germain, Mia Molloy, Andrew Schofield, Hayley Sheen, Rachael Wood.

Musicians: Harry Burnett, Elliot Chapman, Amar Petur Stefansson, Danny Miller.

The hills of Wales are alive with the sound of music, not just any old tune, its heartbeat is quickened by the tunes that made the era of Disco one of infatuation for all who danced to its rhythm and overwhelming, upbeat musical personality. Like Disco though, Dave’s caravan site and Boogie Wonderland have become down at heel, the good times have come, partied, and left without even a last groove goodbye, times are hard, Disco only lives on in the memory of some; however, there is always time for one last turn on the dance floor, one last round of reminisces and disco kisses under the glitter ball.

Night Collar, Theatre Review. Royal Court Theatre, Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Cast: Jake Abrahams, Eithne Browne, Suzanne Collins, Michael Ledwich, Alan Stocks, Lenny Wood.

Confession and revelation is not confined to the unburdening of souls in the wooden box that adorns many a church, the simple act of sticking a paw out for a taxi when time, tide and the day is against you is perhaps arguably a more sincere way of getting the troubles of the soul purged, for the taxi driver hears all, sees all and unless you happen to become the topic of conversation which revolves around the words, “You’ll never guess who I had in the back of my cab last week”, then your secret torment, bad relationship, money troubles, who you would like to see bumped off, what you think of the council, all are kept secret.