Review: Torsten, The Bareback Saint

Andy Bell in Torsten The Bareback Saint. Pic: Comp
Andy Bell in Torsten The Bareback Saint. Pic: Comp
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MOVING into cabaret might seem like a backward step for Erasure’s Andy Bell. His one-man show about the sexual adventures of a polysexual man who never ages beyond 42 is raw, a tad overlong and limited in its target audience.

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With 22 songs on-show, it’s a bit short on context, too.

Backed by electric piano and some nifty electronic bleeps, Ashton-Bullock’s projected images provide a thought-inspiring backdrop from which to try and join-the-dots between image and lyrics. Lyrics that are brutally honest, unforgiving, and about as far removed from the ambiguous words associated with Bell’s more popular band.

However, Bell has some bona fide acting talent. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was reliving each song’s story. His presence – more accustomed to stadiums – dominates the room, and to hear his singing voice in such an intimate venue is worth the admission money alone.

There are some genuinely fantastic tunes, too, namely Fountain Of Youth and Bingo Hall Baby.

An hour-long show, the mood is often downbeat. Of course it is. When you’re immortal and left with the pain of seeing your lovers come and go, it’s easy to understand why. So while curious onlookers might shake their heads, Bell’s fans will love it.

Until Saturday