Reviews

Inspired by a true story, this play is set in small-town Australia in 1965.  There are references to Menzies and Vietnam to give us some historical context, and meetings held for the South Bendigo branch of the Communist Party of Australia to give us a grounding in suburbian Victoria.  Apparently the Cold War fear-mongering, unfortunate friendships and betrayal which are highlighted in this play were alive and well in regional Australia in the 1960’s, and that is both interesting and disappointing.

Masochism – “gratification gained from pain, deprivation, degradation, etc., inflicted or imposed on oneself, either as a result of one's own actions or the actions of others, especially the tendency to seek this form of gratification.”

The venue is supposed to be at 136 Oxford Street, Darlinghurst, but I’ve run out of numbers. ‘Excuse me,’ I say to the girl guarding what looks like an underground toilet, ‘I’m looking for Shook’. ‘Yes, you’ve found us’, she says, ‘but we’re not quite ready yet.’ Returning in a bit, I squeeze under the entrance, descend the steep stairs and find myself in a tiny theatre. 

If the recently renovated Concert Hall of the Sydney Opera House was a racing car, then this concert was the fullest of full throttle runs around the racetrack.

Almost 400 singers in the stalls, the organ in full flight, an orchestra of more than 60 on the stage with soloists dotted around them.

The schoolboy Charlie Swan, with a sweet solo, sang from up in the clouds next to the organist and other singers popped up in the audience,  making it a 360-degree aural extravaganza.