You will sing, you will sing and you will fucking dance! A thought akin to this rattled around my head for a number of hours after leaving the Bang Gang. Clearly this hour of perverse musical pleasure, had made an impact.
Three troubled individuals are in for a treat when Dr Tyson, a psychotherapist with a penchant for musical theatre, prepares a new kind of therapy. From pyromania to ingesting toilet paper, no mental perversity is left to fester. The three must face their demons in whatever way they can, even if that means tap-dance.
The writing is tight and the comedy is of the darkest black. Yet it does not only dwell only in the macabre - moments of pathos shine through the performance, handled delicately by Sean Wildey and his faultless Tyson. The cast are equally matched in their comic timing and their impressive singing and dancing abilities. Though a mention for Lee Foster's brooding Stripey with a versatile singing voice that switched from Broadway to Heavy Metal in a beat. Angie Cape's Karen, with her proclivity for the inedible and Helen Buchanan's Meg are endearing counterpoints to one another and provide moments of truly surreal, belly laugh educing, vignettes.
Some jokes drag a little and the show could do with a technical tighten as some of the songs were inaudible. That said you can not really fault a show that has a manic rendition of Grease's 'We go together', done at gun point as the singer crawls, blinded by mace.
