Cringingly described as a ‘macabre ode to one’s childhood’ this one-man show fuses the work of Australian singer/songwriter Josef Salvat and playwright Meg O’Connell in a production that left me as confused as the décor of the chosen venue at Zoo. Salvat plays William, a pop musician examining the relationship he has with his mother and father as he waits backstage in a dressing room to prior to a performance. Weaved between the pedestrian monologue offered by O’Connell are 6 original songs the audience are forced to endure, that although undeniably display Salvat’s impressive musical talent are so painfully reminiscent of pop star twats Scouting For Girls in their structure and delivery that the end of the show, the whispered line ‘the show must go on’, not only demonstrates O’Connell’s understanding of irony (congratulations) but is wholly welcomed.
As mentioned, Salvat’s musical skill is without doubt impressive. His vocal ability complemented his translation of a variety of characters and sometimes reached a haunting falsetto that if placed in other songs or wrapped around alternative lyrics could be extremely powerful. Unfortunately the show as whole was merely average, let down by the clichéd script and set up, therefore one feels not only unable to comment at length. Running at the festival till the 13th, don’t rush for a ticket unless an avid fan of over polished pop and mediocre monologue.