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Jam Tarts: Tart Attack – Live

1 Jul

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The Old Market, Hove: Friday, June 21, 2013

Brighton’s Jam Tarts are a sonic sugar rush for those who crave mass harmonies, but want them free of sickly religious sentiment or the saccharine emotions of West End stage shows.

In their first show of the year, the 55-strong ensemble soared and swooned through 21 of choir leader Li Mills’ inimitable interpretations of songs by artists as diverse as Billy Bragg, Nirvana, Beyoncé and Nick Cave.

After a nervy start with The Teardrop Explodes’ Reward and Gotye’s Somebody That I Used To Know, they struck gold with their first ever outing of Echo & The Bunnymen’s Silver – a version so joyous that it would make notorious curmudgeon Ian McCulloch throw off his Parka and swing from a chandelier.

The Tarts’ appeal lies in the fact they are not simply 55 people singing en masse; instead they perform cleverly constructed pieces that spectacularly reveal their depth and range.

No more so was this evident than on a genuinely spine-tingling version of Bat For Lashes’ Laura which then seamlessly segued into Bowie’s Changes.

Musically, the Tarts were bang on the money, but it was never at the expense of a giggle or a good time, as a clever and comical finale of O Fortuna showed.

Bearing in mind their name, it’s no surprise this lot are decidedly moreish.

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Brighton Fringe Review: Darren Walsh – I am Giant

4 Jun

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Hobgoblin: Saturday, June 1 2013

Darren Walsh’s I Am A Giant set was only 30 minutes long but not a second of it was wasted as he crammed in scores of quick-fire gags, visual tomfoolery and an array of exquisitely timed sound effects.

There was no gentle build up or needless chit-chat, just a full on assault on the funny bones as he unveiled an array of daft cartoons complete with killer punch-lines – look out for an off-the-wall appearance by Guns N’ Roses guitarist Slash, a priceless play on words about Weston-super-Mare and a painstakingly created Nazi dolphin for oozes of surrealism and epic proportions of silliness.

After exhausting the images, he showed he’s a dab-hand at daft impressions too by seamlessly switching between Bowie, Morrissey and Schwarzenegger, before showcasing some impressive physical japes, complete with synchronised sound effects, by having a scrap with, erm, a horse.

With a set bulging with ideas, it was almost inevitable that the odd rapid-fire quip was going to be wide of the mark – and a few of his more cheesy puns have been around the block more than once – but Walsh’s overall strike rate was of Top Gun proportions.

The tall fella’s going far.

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