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July 26, 2014
Review of Kit and McConnel, Guildhall, King’s Lynn
This King’s Lynn Festival event brought a razor edge to what
these two local boys made good - gifted cabaret pianist James McConnel (from
Holt) and charismatic actor-singer Kit Hesketh-Harvey (he hails from Lynn and
knew his West Norfolk– ‘our demographic has got older with us, although they
weren’t when they set out on the A47) called ‘the cabaret slot’ but the acid
intelligence of the writing was combined with a surprisingly warm heart. No so
much correct as politically advanced and with its cutting straying over the
edge –Rolf Harris’s Two Little Boys and references to Saville; a satire of the
politically correct modern German paying his ‘dues’ over piano chords shifting nervously
from Wagner to Kraftwerk; a daring topical comedy number about STDs rising
among the geriatric age group which certainly had this grey-haired audience laughing
complicitly at lines like ‘go up in your stairlift for a bit of how’s your
granddad.’ There were feelgood audience sing-alongs - a ‘Just One Cornetto’ pastiche
about Berlusconi - and genuine heart-thumpers: a lullaby for Kit’s dying father
(fondly dedicated to the QEH) about all the things a father and son feel but
never say; a tribute to a British casualty in a poetically evoked Afghanistan
(where Kit has sung for the troops) which also questioned what the – we were
doing there. It may be a long way from the
West End to West Norfolk but these two provided a fast track.
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