Thriller – Live is more than just a simple tribute act, it is a highly charged complete show. Inevitably we have the potted chronology starting with the Jackson Five, which leads into a few of those early numbers like I want You Back and Blame it on the Boogie which are performed in that very slick, early Motown style.
Few of the numbers are done without accompanying dance routines. There is throughout an exuberant party atmosphere and the levels of energy given off last night by the terrific dancers could have powered Nigel Catmur’s lighting. The overall effect is like watching ‘Fame does Michael Jackson.’
Gary Lloyd’s Choreography is inventive and never lets up the pace or sinks into repetition whilst still managing to deliver on those signature jerky and angular moves of Jackson. Some of the numbers involved amazing levels of acrobatic skill, for example on Beat It and Smooth Criminal whose urgent repetitive lyrics of ’Annie are you o.k?’ delivered some super-energised moves.
The excellent band under the musical direction of Andy Chisolm spent most of the evening in what seemed like a cupboard under the stairs, only being allowed out for the odd featured solo. This gave the impression at times that the cast were singing to pre-recorded music and it would have been nice to see a bit more of the musicians who did their full part in driving the show along.
All the singers delivered the goods: Tyrone Lee and Lascal Wood, both solo performers in their own right, showed their ability to deliver their numbers with panache. Jesse Smith showed off his range and great control, whilst Cleopatra Higgins, who dances and moves as well as she sings is more than capable of holding the stage on her own with a voice full of character and emotion.
David Jordan, again a consummate solo artist gives a really convincing imitation of the man himself. He has the voice, the swagger and that slightly camp showmanship, which made Jackson so watchable. All the signature Jackson moves are there, including the moon walk (still can’t see how it’s done), the spins and that charged, apparent lightness of body (Fred Astair had it too) – everything you’d want in a top class tribute.
The staging of the numbers is imaginative and makes good use of Jonathan Park’s economical set which in turn was greatly enhanced by Nigel Catmur’s lighting which incorporates clever LED video clips and is itself an important part of the show which by the end had everyone on their feet.
Not to be missed by Jackson fans and a timely reminder of the great talent lost to us all. ★★★★☆ Graham Wyles
