The Fitzrovia Radio Hour

A great old fashioned radio show with a twist that makes it absolutely perfect not only for light listening, but as a spectacle too. The Fitzrovia Radio Hour is a compilation of witty stories immersed in a radio show format; it is broken up by natter between the radio presenters themselves and hilarious advertisements for Clipstone Ceylon Tea, who are the proud sponsors of The Fitzrovia Radio Hour. The five actors who create the cast of this show are fittingly spiffing, with clipped English that would put the Queen to shame and comic timing polished to perfection. There is very little not to love about this show. What makes a radio show enjoyable to watch, I hear you cry! Well, the extensive use of props that bring the sounds of the stories to life is the first reason. Balloons are popped for the sound of gunshots, audience participation creates the sound of general hubbub and a whole host of other noises are generated live and are hilarious to watch in their making. The second reason would have to be the impeccable acting from the entire cast. It is so refreshing to see a cast that are moving at the same speed. Often performers seem to be in silent competition with each other and nearly always one or two put the rest to shame. However, The Fitzrovia Radio Hour stands a head above the rest with brilliant accents, quick transitions between characters and a fast pace of performance which runs smoothly alongside the percussive chaos. So transport yourself back to the 1940s where tales of mining for tin, outrageous acts of adultery and two children fighting the Nazis are a regular occurrence. This show is unique and is the definition of divine drama. Despite being quite obviously the youngest in the audience, The Fitzrovia Radio Hour is a show that appeals to all and I, for one, thoroughly enjoyed it.

The Blurb

1940s style radio adventures, brilliantly evoking a dinner-jacketed age of casual imperialism. Roaring tales with sound effects created live! All new 2011 show. ‘Absolutely spiffing’ **** (Telegraph). ‘Triumph of visual comedy’ **** (Time Out).