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+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- Get Me ‘ I’ll start by saying I do dig musicals but not Meatloaf… So let's see how this pans out. The show began with a really sick opener but embellished with awfully cringey references to guitars and motorbikes, but what did I expect hey? Little did I know that it was going to go all downhill from here.
I must say there were some really cool effects such as the choice to use film and project it from an alternate windowed small room on stage, and at times a very immersive sound design. Over my 23 years on this planet I have realised that I hate most hard/classic rock as I was fed it from a young age from my father… So enduring some of the tracks in the show was a real drag, but I just about managed it. Side note: there was an actual motorbike on stage (that didn’t run of course, that would just be silly!) Furthermore, when manoeuvring the freshly built [bit of an eye sore bridge], there was a couple bombing it right outside the Arena on a motorbike. You’d think perhaps this was a part of the show, but knowing the classic form, only presented by the truest of Jack Bastards. This was probably just some utter gammon pinging his bike down to the nearest watering hole. As soon as the choreography starts, I feel a sense of panic of what I am about to put myself through. The singing is awfully dramatised but fuck it, it’s Meatloaf right? I have some complaints but alas I am a pessimist, so do take them with a pinch of salt. Good gosh the main male singer has appeared and I am searching for the nearest possible exit. As I sit here pondering the guitar mix and how poorly the mics must’ve been put up, I realise that most of the meatheads here are in their element and honestly I respect it, I dig it, and you do too man!
Here we go! I won’t lie, if it wasn’t for the air con I would be outers right now (19:47 PM). Sat next to my mum, as nobody else was up for the quest. But, good gosh, this show is more sexual than I thought, gutted. I’ve gone from collaging the posters from the newspapers to having to battle this cancer face on, but thank the Lord time passes when you’re having fun. “His name is straaaaattttt.” I’ve never been a fan of Fender guitars to be honest.. I’m a true sucker for anything Gibson and my baby is called SG. Fender basses are a different story though… I apologise for the tangent but I thought I’d just share my thoughts on this matter. Think these guys really need a rat or two. P, P, Ss, Ss, Ssh, SSHSshocker! Falco? Falco? Where art thou Falco?
Whoever mixed the band needs to take a good long look at themselves and see what’s going on. Currently a duet is slowly becoming a battle for who can sing louder and I am not here for it. “2 out of 3 ain’t bad?” Mush I want “4 stars out of 5!” Yo this guy literally just pulled out a Donald Duck impression during the show?! What?! Also this is played like a kids pantomime but 18+.. not the best mix in my opinion but we move. I am starting to think perhaps my lack of interest is a generational thing as all the old loaf heads are cracking up at almost every joke, but I for one am not. The most enjoyment I’ve gotten out of this show is the stage props. Actually.. that’s a lie. I am enjoying the intense levels of cringe that is coursing through my veins currently as I am a sucker for anything cringe worthy. I think this may be a step too far for me though and I know this has nothing to do with ‘Bat Out Of Hell’. But good gosh a thought just came through my head. I would love to watch a stage adaptation of ‘The Wrong Trousers’. Would sure as shit satisfy my theatrical needs.
Oho! The lingerie is out! And the shiny pink budgie smugglers, go on my son! It just hit me that there’s meant to be a plot and good god I am not following it. Abusive parents and a horny child?? Oh and don’t forget about the Peter Pan looking ass [Strat] love interest who sneaks into her place of refuge to try and cop a feel. Fuck me this is depressing also where was the trigger warning man? Can’t drop self harm that nonchalantly.. wowza! Adding on, straight after that they’re singing about boning each other, is that how it works? Must be right? “Making love out of nothing at all!” Just a Donny with a johnny [maybe] and a slight tone of self depreciation and sexism. But seriously, the plot is so poorly written. There’s no meat to it. It’s not a juicy dangler… it’s more of a stale breath being passed into your nose by an old man sporting the complexion of a teapot.
I know I’m being a bit of a smart ass but this is my first review for R*E*P*E*A*T and I plan to be as honest as possible. I am not enjoying this but I did go into it with an open mind so I suppose that was how it was always meant to be. Lots of pinch harmonics, wasn’t expecting that. To be honest I only know two Meatloaf songs. I only really knew him from the Rock Horror Picture show. Boy I’d much rather be dragged up to the nines watching that right now than this, but alas, I must wait for that day. Ah one of the two songs I know is on the title track: ‘Bat Out Of Hell’. The man sat next to me is very angry, the seats are positioned so everyone can enjoy the feeling of sitting in a sardine tin and I myself am a little tall. My knees kept caressing the man’s back who was sat in front of me and the fellow beside me was giving me the old Paddington Stare for most of the viewing. I won’t lie… If someone paid tribute to my music in this manner I believe I would come back to haunt them. I know Ye OldJim Steinman wrote the songs for big man Meatloaf but wowza, talk about a catch grab. If I had paid entry for this I would’ve been fucking gobsmacked.. I won’t lie though, I had a lovely meal with my mum beforehand, which ended up being the highlight of the night. Proper mammy’s boy, I’ve heard. I’m stoked to review this as you can save yourself some Christmas money by not taking your old girl to see it, stay in, get The Polar Express on and have a good one. Making it louder does NOT make it better!
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