InHaus Shows – A Cathartic Start to 2023

5 preview shows in our home Dec 28th-Jan 1st 2023….. brave but oh so worth it. Full on loud and pin drop quiet. Folks entered the kitchen to be met by the sound of the sea and creaking of ships timbers, with a heady hit of spiced hot rum, the thick smell hanging in the air….chatting and recognising is interrupted by Mark’s red telephone ringing out , a sign to seal yer lips…. a brief intro, reassurance to use ear defenders if you need’em, they’re on every chair….the house used to be a pub…The Queens Head since 1720 until 1982….it’s seen a lot of ghosts…..a song…..’There’s a ghost in my eyes, looking out for you….’ musical saws whine, the double bass rattles our bones in a pleasing way…..we go downstairs…. are we in a radio? John Peel’s voice amongst the whirring airwaves….a pang of missing him. The projected colours permeate the walls, a film of the sea surges into the most ominous swell. Lulled into Out To Sea, the audience settle in, find their bearings. A giant spring near the ceiling sounds like a space ray…Then it’s mighty loud…but the room allows clarity of sound….sometimes the band are so loud but we can sing off-mic…quiet loud, loud quiet… so much detail. The films, the nuclear gulls, the subs, the waves, the air waves, the world, the bigger than you…projected over, across, slices of colour saturate the room. They sit amongst us, we sit with you… “Can you, yes you, hold the guitar?”….playful, engaging, menacing, funny, whites of your eyes close to mine. He keeps leaving the room, talking of the milk of human difference, indifference, brothers together. Every audience is different, some dance, some cry, some bounce on their seats with joy….A wholesome, expansive, detailed hug to end 2022 and a cathartic start to 2023. Bring it on. Look here!

Audience comments:

‘Was I watching a Pixar film?’

‘This was one of my favourite gigs ever (including the second Sex Pistols show at Chelsea School of Art in 1975)’

‘I really loved it and it sent my brain off. It was playfully arty without ever feeling pretentious. Sorry if that sounds like a Guardian review.’