EDINBURGH FRINGE – CHOIR OF MAN – Assembly Hall – 4K

By Peter Maddern

They claim it’s a dying scene; the corner pub hosting a bunch of men looking for a drink, some solace and the chance to bellow out a good song. When these nine talented singers and musicians constitute that bunch you have a rollicking good hour on your hands, an act that has grown from its first appearance here three years ago to what is now a global hit, including a sell out season at the most re Choir of Man – Assembly Hall – 4K

They claim it’s a dying scene; the corner pub hosting a bunch of men looking for a drink, some solace and the chance to bellow out a good song. When these nine talented singers and musicians constitute that bunch you have a rollicking good hour on your hands, an act that has grown from its first appearance here three years ago to what is now a global hit, including a sell out season at the most recent Adelaide Fringe.

That bunch – the Choir of Man – includes some cute ones and some grotesque ones, some hirsute and some not so hirsute, some fine tap dancers and all more than still capable of delivering on their a cappella roots. Their song list did’t risk challenging their audience; from Paul Simon to the Pina Colada Song to the Proclaimers, not really 1,000 miles and back again, but they hit their mark, the occasional audience participation bolstering the effect.

In the packed Assembly Hall the predominately female audience lapped it up, maybe fantasising about which of the men of the Choir they wished was their own. If an hour wasn’t long enough to work it out then certainly this revelry could have gone another and no one would have noticed the additional passage of time.

In what is a rarity nowadays at Fringes – a boys night out – the Choir of Man delivers great entertainment in a forum that hopefully can survive the seemingly relentless construction of modern luxury apartments and the false hopes that social media and on-line messaging can replace this sort of sense of community. cent Adelaide Fringe.

That bunch – the Choir of Man – includes some cute ones and some grotesque ones, some hirsute and some not so hirsute, some fine tap dancers and all more than still capable of delivering on their a cappella roots. Their song list did’t risk challenging their audience; from Paul Simon to the Pina Colada Song to the Proclaimers, not really 1,000 miles and back again, but they hit their mark, the occasional audience participation bolstering the effect.

In the packed Assembly Hall the predominately female audience lapped it up, maybe fantasising about which of the men of the Choir they wished was their own. If an hour wasn’t long enough to work it out then certainly this revelry could have gone another and no one would have noticed the additional passage of time.

In what is a rarity nowadays at Fringes – a boys night out – the Choir of Man delivers great entertainment in a forum that hopefully can survive the seemingly relentless construction of modern luxury apartments and the false hopes that social media and on-line messaging can replace this sort of sense of community.

Kryztoff Rating. 4K

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