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One of the perils of the critic’s life -along with a bad back and an ability to relate to emotion only if it comes in a neat two-hour package - is a deadening of the senses to the live theatre experience due to over-exposure. As a form of self-medication, I have of late been taking myself off to live culture of an entirely different kind, the rock gig.

Very little in my theatregoing experience beats those electrifying moments when the men in black t-shirts and long greasy hair have at last stopped twiddling with the amps and checking that the drums still crash if you thump them, just before the band - the Fratellis, since you’re asking - make their appearance. I checked my pulse; it was racing. This also happened while I waited for the Stones to come onstage in the Scorsese film Shine a Light. Does theatre itself ever get this primal?

This entry was posted on Tuesday, April 29th, 2008 at 4:27 pm, by Fiona Mountford and is filed under Audio 2008. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.