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Posts Tagged ‘Nick Cave’

A Faustian Pact

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

The Faust myth seems to be all the rage in London at the moment, what with the ENO’s recent production of Gounod’s The Damnation Of Faust and now this new staging of the oft-told story by the Icelandic company Vesturport. It is, however, more than likely that you won’t have seen anything quite like this kinetic production, which cheekily takes its ‘adapted from Goethe’ tag and twists it until it almost yelps. At the same time, anyone who’s seen Vesturport’s earlier stagings of Woyzeck or Metamorphosis will know that they’re in for a visual treat.

The first twist on the Faust legend is that, rather than a young man searching for the secrets of the universe, the scene opens on a retirement home where an old actor, Johann (Thorstein Gunnarsson), entertains the other residents with hammy Shakespearean recitations and lusts after the beautiful young nurse, Greta (Unnur Osp Stefansdottir). As fate would have it, the devilish Mefisto (Hilmir Snaer Gudnason) appears, in acrobatic form, to offer him a deal – his soul for earthly achievements – and, in time-honoured style, Johann agrees.

To say much more would spoil the remarkable achievements and surprises of the multi-talented Gisli Orn Gardarsson’s production, which moves from laugh-out-loud hilarity (there’s a running joke involving Faust’s name straight out of Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein) to deeply moving scenes towards the end, as Johann comes to realise the true price of the bargain he has struck. The score by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis proves key, moving from moody atmospherics to banging rock to heartbreakingly beautiful piano-led lamentation. This is classy, funny and often viscerally thrilling theatre. On the night I saw it, the audience reaction at the end was more like that of a particularly successful gig than a conventional play. You’re unlikely to have much more fun on a night out in London at the moment.

Until 30th October. www.youngvic.org

Sartorial Bliss

Friday, April 9th, 2010

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Jean Cocteau once said that art produced ugly things that became more beautiful with time and that fashion became more ugly.

Gresham Blake launched his bespoke menswear and clothing company in 2000. Re-imagining Cocteau’s dictum for the 21st century, Blake aimed to devise a sartorial solution for people who could take centre stage in the cocktail party, important business pitch or boardroom.

Specialising in Savile Row inspired tailoring with a rock star twist, Gresham Blake epitomises classic British tailoring with a playful, subversive edge. Blake officially opened his tailoring outfit and store in 2000, rapidly earning himself a cult following from the cognoscenti by re-positioning stereotypes of ‘Britishness’ .

Blake’s bespoke, made to measure and ready to wear suits and product range hold universal appeal and somehow he unifies the white-collar plutocrat with the stylish anarchist. Combining floral designs or witty linings with quality tailoring, the suit itself may be sober and cut to perfection but carries a dandyish element. With bright patterns or other quirky embellishments, such as a gold or silver button on the sleeves, Blake delivers conformity and eccentricity.

Oscar Wilde once remarked that fashion was a form of ugliness so intolerable that it needed to be altered every six months. Blake’s tailoring disproves this theory. Despite the typical brand embellishments found in Blake’s ready to wear collection, he will dispense with some of the edgier details if the client wants a more understated option. “Tailoring is a personal business,” he says. “You have to psychologically weigh up the customer and listen to them, rather than tell them what they want. We don’t instill a house style.”

To paraphrase Giorgio Armani, the difference between style and fashion is quality. Blake’s loyal following includes Jimmy Page, Norman Cook,Nick Cave, Tracey Emin, Steve Coogan and Christian Slater. Edgier and more in tune with the spirit of the times that some of the more traditional English tailors, Gresham Blake bends the conventions while paying the greatest respect to the craft.

Email customerservices@greshamblake.com for more information, or call + 44 (0)1273 609 587. www.greshamblake.com

Halfway between Heaven and Hell

Thursday, December 10th, 2009

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Camille O’Sullivan, a half-French, half-Irish chanteuse, has enjoyed a meteoric rise to fame over the past couple of years. Reviews regularly attest to her magnetism, wit, astonishing stage presence and striking singing voice, as she performs modern cabaret versions of songs by artists as eclectic as David Bowie, Nick Cave, Jacques Brel and, most memorably of all, Nine Inch Nails, a version of whose ‘Hurt’ she performs and which rivals Johnny Cash’s for passion and drama.

She’s now doing a short run of shows in the West End, as part of her ‘Dark Angel’ performance, and she really is an unmissable live performer, combining old-fashioned allure with breathtaking versatility. Backed by her superb band, she can move between Weimar-era cabaret pomp, unaccompanied and highly moving renditions of heartbreakingly sad ballads and epic widescreen drama, and then get the audience laughing heartily between songs at her witty banter. A well-attended first night performance saw the great and the good, including Russell Brand and Frank Skinner, come to pay homage, but there was no doubt as to who the star attraction is.

Until January 16 2010. Apollo Shaftesbury Avenue, London W1. www.camilleosullivan.com

‘Grubby, vile and unashamedly prurient’ – Nick Cave’s back

Friday, October 30th, 2009

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Nick Cave might be best known as a fire ‘n’ brimstone musician, often in cohorts with his backing band The Bad Seeds, but he has branched out into many other areas in recent years, including film scoring, screenwriting and novel writing.

The Death Of Bunny Munro, his second novel, is grubby, vile and unashamedly prurient, but it is also something of a darkly comic triumph. As the title implies, the novel focuses on the decline of Bunny Munro, a Brighton-based travelling salesman who takes his young son on a strange odyssey after his wife’s suicide.

Cave’s triumph is to unite bawdily comic writing (Avril Lavigne fans should probably steer clear) with weird moments of beauty and pathos, moving inexorably towards a climax that is simultaneously absurd, poetic and deeply affecting.

www.thedeathofbunnymunro.com/

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