Review – Spend, Spend, Spend, Royal Exchange Theatre, Manchester, 8th January 2025

It’s only a few months short of twenty-five years since we saw the original West End production of Spend Spend Spend and were completely bowled over by it. So much so, that we even bought the cast CD at the Piccadilly Theatre – one of our better financial investments, as it was only ever sold at the theatre and nowhere else; have a check at what you can sell it for online and be amazed. When I discovered that a revival was due to be the Christmas show at Manchester’s Royal Exchange, I needed no second bidding to buy tickets.

The story of pools winner Viv Nicholson is the stuff of legend. Her rags to riches to rags life contains every drama under the sun. The struggle through poverty, followed by a lucky win in 1961 that made her and her husband Keith celebrities; fame and fortune that they couldn’t handle, and clearly were given insufficient good advice (or they chose to ignore it), which resulted in them basically drinking away everything they owned. Reckless living cost Keith’s life, which was followed by Viv enduring a string of unsuccessful relationships; but the one thing you can always say about Viv was that she was one of life’s survivors.

It’s invidious to compare productions, but sometimes it’s helpful to do so. The original production of the show not only featured a star cast (Barbara Dickson as the older Viv) but it had the benefit of choreography by Craig Revel Horwood and design by Lez Brotherston. It pulled no punches with its content, frequently making the audience uncomfortable with its portrayal of domestic violence and alcohol-induced abuse. Even in its first introductory scene, you could sense the contempt in which her community held Viv for having had it all and then lost it all – silly bitch, jeered her hair salon customers.

But Josh Seymour’s production, by contrast, is a sanitised, indeed rather cosy account of Nicholson’s life and loves. This may well be due to the tastes of the times, but the domestic violence is here very much played down, and rather than being backfooted by the contempt of her peers, this Viv is merely bored with their incessant curiosity. The only time that the contempt truly stings is in the excellent staging of the song/scene Garforth, where the well-to-do neighbourhood at first accepts their new celebrity incomers, but then turns against them as they reveal they have no class.

There’s another superb number, Drinking in America, which shows the Nicholsons, now unwelcome in both their original neighbourhood and in their posh adopted one, fleeing to the States, merely to spend their time there sozzled, wasting every opportunity they are given. The production could choose to show them absolutely obliterated by drink, and as examples of a true human tragedy; but rather it shows them in a too affectionate light, comfortably tipsy and happy to knock back the Cliquot rather than experiencing everything America has to offer.

Fortunately, the show is blessed with a knock-out title song that brings the first half to a close and sends everyone away humming it loudly in the foyer. When Viv was asked what she was going to do with the money, she said she was going to spend, spend, spend, and the song is a triumph of expressing that absolute exhilaration of the luckiest moment in your life, and the promise that from now on everything will be better than your wildest dreams. The dramatic irony that we know this is not how things turn out, but young Viv and Keith are ecstatic with delight, is a theatrical revelation that alone is worth buying a ticket to experience.

Rachel Leskovac made a splendid decision to take the role of Viv, having played Young Viv in the West End production, and having met the real Viv as part of the preparation for the show. Viv watches and narrates her own story, reacting with both humour and affection, and anger and criticism, at some of the slings and arrows that came her way. She makes a great double act with Rose Galbraith, playing Young Viv, who conveys all the character’s youthful enthusiasm and green judgement; and they sing superbly well together creating some amazing harmonies.

Alex James-Hatton plays Keith as a very likeable lad, Joe Alessi is a nicely whinging George, and there’s excellent support from the entire ensemble. The scene where the football results are acted out by a pair of soccer players is a true delight. And, although I would have liked the production to have a little more bite and edge to it, it’s still a powerful story with some great musical highlights and good all-round performances.

P. S. You’ll never believe this, I know, but with more than 2,700 performances seen over more than fifty-five years, this was my first visit to Manchester’s Royal Exchange. And what an incredible place it is! Beautiful, creative, welcoming, quirky and with a terrifically excited vibe pre-show, it will not be my last visit!

4-starsFour They’re Jolly Good Fellows!

Review – Paul Simon, Homeward Bound, The Farewell Tour, Manchester Arena, 10th July 2018

Paul Simon 1One of my formative musical influences when I was growing up – and I bet they were yours too – was the partnership of Simon and Garfunkel. For many years, during school term time, I would play both sides of my Simon and Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits album every night as its calming, inspirational effect would, I know, help to get me through the arduousness of the next day. Then of course they had their big falling-out; and in order to keep up I had to get both Paul Simon’s (There Goes Rhymin’ Simon, Still Crazy after all these Years) AND Art Garfunkel’s (Breakaway, Fate For Breakfast) albums, and it soon became pretty obvious that the musical dynamo of the twosome was indeed Mr Simon. However, they made magic together; and in 1982 I was lucky enough to be at Wembley Stadium to see them perform in concert – it was the event that was captured for ever in the Live in Central Park album, and fantastic it was too. It never occurred to me that I would ever get to see either of them again.

Paul Simon 2And now, at the age of 76, Mr S is back on the road again, with dates in the US, Canada and Europe; and fortunately, one of them was last Tuesday at the Manchester Arena. Mrs Chrisparkle went up separately to work from the Manchester office, whilst our friend Mr Flag drove me and the Squire of Sidcup all the way up the M6 especially for the show. And was it worth all that effort and all that expense? You bet your bumper boots.

Paul Simon 3All the pre-show notifications informed us that the doors would open at 6pm (I presume they did, we weren’t there at the time) and that Mr Simon would come on stage at 7.30pm prompt, with no support act and no interval. Depending what he was proposing to play, we could be all done and dusted by 9, we thought. Let’s go up the Hilton Tower and have cocktails. Wrong. Mr Simon did not come on stage at 7.30 prompt. Nor even 7.40. At about 7.42 the lights went down and the camera close-up of the stage swung into place, projecting the details on a screen at the back of the stage. A bunch of people suddenly moved towards us in a muddlesome morass and one of them turned out to be the slight, unassuming, modest figure of Mr Simon. With a gentle musical introduction and not much in the way of accompaniment, he went straight into my favourite Simon and Garfunkel song, America. Great that he sang it, shame he sang it so early as neither he nor I were that warmed up at that stage.

Paul Simon 4However, next up was the unmistakeable sub-military drum intro to the fun and funky Fifty Ways to Leave your Lover, and we already knew this was going to be a sensational evening. It’s a lame comment to say that Paul Simon is an amazing songwriter, but it’s the truth! He can turn his hand to so many styles, from upbeat pop to harrowing soul-searching, from jungle drum rhythms to quasi classical. And all these satisfying genres were so well represented at the Manchester Arena on Tuesday night. His fourteen-piece band were on immaculate form, and the actual sound of the music (if I can put it that way) was so clear and resonant and overwhelmingly beautiful, it was probably technically the most successfully amplified concert I’ve ever attended. A great example of that was the lush accordion introduction into his next song, The Boy in the Bubble, which came over with such panache and pizzazz.

Paul Simon 5There were a few songs that were new to me; whilst I’ve always enjoyed the Graceland and Rhythm of the Saints albums, I’ve not played them so often that I’m completely familiar with all the songs. I confess I know nothing of his later albums – but I am now very intrigued to keep discovering more of his music. The next song that I knew – and that means a lot to me – was Mother and Child Reunion, which, as he pointed out, has more reggae running through it than I had realised. That was my first “ocular moisture” moment of the evening – it reminds me of my first family holiday after my dad had died, and the title says it all really. It segued brilliantly into Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard, which was the first song of the night that totally captured the desire of the crowd to dance. Its infectious rhythms and irresistible melody are just unbeatable. Have you ever met anyone who doesn’t love that song? Me neither.

Paul Simon 6And then another superb change of style. Talking about unusual titles, he took us into a virtually chamber music performance of Rene and Georgette Magritte with their Dog after the War. Not a song I particularly expected to hear but I’m so glad he played it because it reminded me of how brilliant it is – and also, with his explanation, what those orioles are all about! After some more African rhythms, he gave his personal rendition of a song we all associate with the mellifluous tones of Art Garfunkel (they’re obviously friendly enough for Mr Simon to refer to him as Artie) and it’s another song you might expect to be kept back until the last knockings: Bridge over Troubled Water. Mr S has a curious relationship with this song, because even though he wrote it, he feels it doesn’t belong to him, and he’s trying to regain possession of it. It was a most innovative and creative arrangement; it wouldn’t be out of place on the Rhythm of the Saints album. Very moving and heartfelt; and the first performance of the evening to trigger a tear or two from the Squire of Sidcup (but that’s him all over.)

Paul Simon 7Next was a song that I hadn’t heard before, but it’s already become a new favourite – Wristband, from the Stranger to Stranger album. He sings it with such knowing glee, that delight we all feel if ever we’re able to outsmart a jobsworth. Great stuff. After that, there followed a sequence of brilliant performances based on either the brassy jazz of Graceland or the jungle beats of Rhythm of the Saints, including Spirit Voices, The Obvious Child and Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes (another superb rendition) and culminating in the sheer heart-warming pleasure of You Can Call Me Al. Mr S went off for his first pretend “that’s the end of the show folks” departure; and the Squire started welling up again because he wasn’t ready to go home yet.

Paul Simon 8After a short pause (yes, he came back) we had the fantastic dancey sway of Late in the Evening (that finally got me up on my feet), Still Crazy after all these Years, and a sumptuous performance of Graceland. All the band members then took a big round of applause and prolonged bowing at the end of that so could that possibly have been the end…. Naaah of course not. Back he came again, for five more blockbusters. By this stage, almost everyone was standing; in sincere reverence and appreciation for this man who has changed all our lives – with his writing that sometimes exposes the darkness that can be there in our soul but always letting the light flood in too. There was almost something spiritual about it. We were all there bearing witness together, singing along in our own way in hymnal tribute.

Paul Simon 9So, those final five songs; the troubled Homeward Bound, that captures so well that emptiness of being alone in a foreign town, the entertainer who gives his all for others but has nothing to comfort him. The glorious Kodachrome, that fills your eyes and heart with the colours of love for life (that was my next watery moment). The stoic The Boxer, that tells the story of survival against the odds, encouraging us to be the fighter too when the chips are down. The introspective American Tune, that blends altruism, patriotism and hope with the realities of the hard-knock life. And finally, the haunting Sound of Silence, that deconstructs 60s society and religious indoctrination and tries to reconcile them with one’s internal fears and either gives you hope or extinguishes it, depending on your mood. I knew that last one would send the Squire home a gibbering wreck. But I’m sure he wasn’t the only one.

Paul Simon 10A truly high quality experience; everything about it was supreme. The band. The lighting. The clarity of the amplification. The man. The legend. We were all dumbstruck with admiration and sheer enjoyment. As you probably guessed, we didn’t have time for cocktails in the Hilton Tower. Mr S and his band gave us a full two-and-a half hours of their time and we truly appreciated it. Everyone going to Dublin on Friday 13th July – that’ll be lucky for some. Those in Hyde Park on Sunday 15th July are in for a huge treat; and he still has eleven more US dates in September. A few times through the show he emphasises that this is, definitely, the final tour.Paul Simon 11 Don’t miss your opportunity to share it with him.

My iPhone takes rubbish indoor/night-time/stage pictures, so I’ve nicked the ones the Squire took. Don’t tell him.

P. S. Yes, you’re right. Where were I Am A Rock, Take me to the Mardi Gras, Keep the Customer Satisfied, Baby Driver, Cecilia, Scarborough Fair, Think Too Much, Loves me like a Rock, Mrs Robinson, and a whole host of others? I guess he wouldn’t have finished until sometime in the middle of the night.