Don’t read this. Seriously, don’t read this. And definitely, don’t go and see this show. If you do then don’t come crying to me about how you’ve been transported into a diabolical maelstrom of musical mayhem because that’s where this crowd of padded-cell head-bangers is going to take you. Mad…? Definitely. Bad…? Oh, yes! Agents of Lucifer…? Unquestionably – I even caught a glimpse of Will Adamsdale’s goat’s feet.
You’ve heard of the Satanic Verses, yes? Well, here we have the satanic versus the music biz. Ostensibly three former legends of rock get together backstage at Glastonbury (yeah, right: as if there is a “backstage” at Glasto. It’s a friggin’ field) and jam a totally off-the-cuff buskle (no, don’t look it up: I made it up) and this Travelling Whortleberry-like* super-group committed their musical musings to one of those cassette tape oojamaflips (spell-check doing heavy lifting here) that people born this century have never heard of. And there’s the flaw: the search is for The Lost Disc and it’s not a disc at all! It’s a cassette thingamajig (result! Spell-check likes it). And there’s another big hole in this tawdry tale of socks, dregs and rock ’n’ roll: three pop icons they say: No! I spotted, and I am able to exclusively reveal, that it is just one guy in three different hats! Yes! It’s a con! How do I know this? ‘Cos I’m observant you see. And I know sh*t. And I like to master my subject: the devil is in the detail. (No, Editor, it’s not a spoiler: it’s transparency. OK?)
And in this show the devil is not just in the detail: he’s… (don’t write in feminists, please) he’s in a bright blue puffa jacket. You may take a devil-may-care attitude to Satan’s sartorial predilections – and you might think that one thing Beelzebub wouldn’t need is to keep warm – but when Ed Gaughan exposes himself to the baying cabaret crowd we realise that this bloke is actually the devil in disguise. Or disguises. Lots of them. Producers, agents, managers, A & R men, fans. So many different personas in fact that the phrase “smoke and mirrors” comes to mind. But in this case, in the Devil’s case, it’s all done by fire and brimstone. And glasses (spectacles) – enough to keep the Specsavers in Dean Street afloat, I would suggest – product placement of a superior and veritably demonic kind.
So triple hat-wearing Adamsdale, who croons in three different styles, also co-wrote this
devilish cr*p wonderful piece of literary and musical genius with Gaughan and director Tom Parry. There are some great songs from Country-style husky-voiced, devil woman Victoria Elliot who also supplies the suggestive incest interest whilst manipulating her zither. And John Lightbody is the laid back, unjaunty, mildly obsessive searcher for the lost chords on the missing disc (cassette).
Support comes from Keith De Barra (AKA “Wheel”) and a motley crew of fiendish musos, directed by Chris Branch, playing a wide range of weird and wonderful instruments from the Devil’s trumpet (trombone) to other things that get blown and make strange mystic music (oddball sounds).
So if you’re up for a good rock-legend yarn and you yearn to go to Glasto but can’t face the mud and the tents and the latrines and you appreciate good singing and like a good laugh and frankly, you fancy some late night fun and frolics in a cabaret setting with added dybbuk, then The Lost Disc (cassette) will be right up your inferno. But, as I say, don’t blame me if you end up between the devil and the deep blue puffa jacket.
Oh, and by the way – did I mention the cougar?
Review by Peter Yates
*Whortleberry – for those who don’t know – is a type of blueberry that grows wild on Somerset hills. Near Glastonbury.
The Lost Disc is a riotous quest for the holy grail of recorded music. Part gig, part play, part comedy show it showcases an alternative history of popular music and is strumming its way to the Soho Theatre stage from 8th-27th October 2018.
Written by Will Adamsdale, Ed Gaughan and Tom Parry, The Lost Disc is a new musical/comedy/play hybrid which sees discredited NME journalist Stu Morecambe searching for a legendary lost recording of three of the 20th century’s finest forgotten musicians. But does it even exist? Perhaps it doesn’t matter if the stories he uncovers – spanning all of modern music – are this extraordinary and the music this good! But as Stu delves deeper into the lives of 60s folk-rock dandy Roger Lefevre, forgotten Crooner royal Tony Noel and the impossibly durable country legend A.P Williams, a picture starts to emerge of a mysterious brotherhood running deep through the grooves of recorded music that amazes even a hack as jaded as Stu, a picture that threatens to rob him of his career, his relationship, even his sanity….
Chock full of original songs, conspiracy theories and pop legends, The Lost Disc is what happens when Searching for Sugar Man, Spinal Tap and Raiders of The Lost Ark meet BBC 6Music.
Night of Stuff Proudly Present…
THE LOST DISC:
By Will Adamsdale, Ed Gaughan, Tom Parry and Chris Branch
SOHO THEATRE 2018
MON 8 – SAT 27 OCT 2018 9.30PM