Saturday, 8 December 2018

REVIEW: SIX THE MUSICAL @ THE LOWRY, MANCHESTER



Aragon. Boleyn. Seymour. Cleves. Howard. Parr.  Random names maybe?  But when you put the name Henry VIII to them, it all becomes clear.  They are the famous six wives of history. Several attempts have been made in musical theatre to tell their story but here perhaps is the one that will propel these long dead maidens to West End star glory.  Composers Toby Marlow and Lucy Moss have managed to tap into the thirst for telling history in a modern style that made Hamilton a phenomenon.  They have made the SIX into a girl band, they are the Spice Girls via Destiny’s Child and many more.  These women are stepping out of Henry’s shadow and not exactly re-writing history but filling in the gaps to show they were a force in their own right. History becomes Herstory.




On a stage occupied by the band, the Ladies in Waiting, a four piece combo (and a lot of sequencing) add the big sound to allow the Queens to present their stories.  The ex-wives introduce themselves as if playing the Wembley Stadium,  there is even a techno burst of Greensleeves to remind us we are now at the Tudor court.  Its a high octane beginning and things are not going to slow down as the Six quickly get very competitive.  They compete to be lead singer via their experiences with Henry, the one he shat on most is going to be the winner. (That’s not literally by the way).



First up is Catherine of Aragon.  A Spanish princess who stands as the very first woman ambassador in European history.  Jameia Richard-Noel is the first of the incredible six to deliver some vocal chops. No Way  is her response to Henry’s decision to try and have the marriage annulled after failing to produce a male heir.   




Catherine’s lady-in-waiting Anne Boleyn is added to the mix,  a full on minx in the form of Millie O’Connell in a green dress. “Sorry not sorry about what I said, I just want to have some fun. Don’t worry, don’t worry don’t lose ur head, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. LOL, say oh well, go to hell...”  She is having a good time, and happily snatches away Henry from her mistress to become the second Queen. 




But what goes around comes around because Anne’s own lady-in-waiting Jane Seymour (no not Doctor Quinn Medicine Woman) has caught Henry’s eye. He needs to find a way of getting rid of Anne in order to marry Jane, so he has Anne beheaded for high treason on a lot of trumped up charges.  Jane is apparently the one Henry truly loved and died after childbirth,  but out of this tragedy she gets an Adele-esque big ballad Heart Of Stone allowing Natalie Paris some big notes to display a mighty vocal dexterity.   




But if we shed a tear at Seymour’s sudden passing,  we are back with a smile on our faces as Anna of Cleves, a German duchess, arrives on the scene.  Alexia Mcintosh commands the stage during the ensemble number Haus Of Holbein, part German Oompah folk song, part rave anthem.  Anna was painted by Holbein and her portrait presented to Henry as a possible future wife.  He liked what he saw, but having set preperations in place for marrying her found that the real life Anna was nothing like her portrait and the marriage was quickly annulled,  and a generous settlement arranged.  Anna lived a life of luxury and had a lot of fun ;-) Alexia gets sassy and beguiles the audience during Get Down,  and rightly receives an ovation for her performance.   




By now Henry has got his fingers into another pie – Catherine Howard.  A true beauty who knew how to use her sexuality from an early age according to her song, a Britney Spears-style stomper All You Wanna Do which Aimie Atkinson delivers with great attitude.  However Howard strayed from the Royal husband and he used these indiscretions to execute her.   



And so to Catherine Parr, the final wife.  She outlived Henry and was treated as a Queen until she died in childbirth to her fourth husband Thomas Seymour one year later.  It is down to Maiya Quansah-Breed to sing for the six, I Don’t Need Your Love is her mantra, it is an empowering song and a fitting end to the stories of the Six.  She is the survivor and brings them together for a unified end to the show.



At 75 minutes long without an interval,  SIX is the perfect length.  The momentum builds with each addition to Henry’s catalogue of marriages.  Just as Aragon/Boleyn/Seymour/Cleves/Howard/Parr have gone down in history, we must stand and applaud their 21st century incarnations.  Richard-Noel/O’Connell/Paris/McIntosh/Atkinson/Quansah-Breed who all deliver comedy, pathos and impressive vocals throughout the show.  The staging is simple but effective,   Gabriella Slade’s marvellously surreal costumes, combining with Tim Deiling’s lighting to create the perfect atmosphere for these songs of struggle in a male dominated world.   Directors Lucy Moss and Jamie Armitage join forces with choreographer Carrie-Anne Ingrouille to make sure the energy levels never dip.  We come out surprisingly far more enlightened about the six wives than the sheer joy of the show would seemingly allow.

SIX is fun, its educational, its entertaining and its the best night out you’ll have for some time. Thankfully SIX is heading back to London and out on tour again in 2019. Invariably sold out well in advance,  I wouldn't of course advocate beheading someone for their ticket, but you know, if needs must...

Details of tour dates and more about the show can be found at the official website




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