Okay, I’m sorry – this is a misleading title. I’m certainly not advocating that the readership of Speed’s blogs should be pureeing their precious and finely tuned grey matter with the Moulinex stick blender that is new ‘street drug’ Miaow Miaow. But it got your attention, didn’t it?
Instead, I’m strongly recommending that you sashay down to the Soho Theatre on Dean Street this instant (or log on to www.sohotheatre.com for out-of-towners) and get yourself tickets for Meow Meow, a cabaret singer of rare distinction. Well, I say distinction she typically staggers out on stage drunk, bums a glass of red wine from an audience member and sings Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini in Cantonese, but you get the idea.
It takes a lot of guts and even more talent to take the sacred cows of 20th century lieder by the likes of Kurt Weill and Jacques Brel, mince them into hamburgers and feed them back to an audience, but Meow Meow manages it. Her show is a fascinating mix of classic songs performed beautifully but never, ever taken seriously. And if she has the voice of a whisky-sodden angel, she has the dramatic sensibility of a Brooklyn drag queen when it comes to audience participation. So unless you plan on finding yourself dragged on stage and forced to act as a human microphone stand, sit in the middle and NEVER catch her eye.
The video below should give you a good idea of how Ms Meow Meow blends song and mortal embarrassment to high-larious effect. But of course, it’s not the same as the real thing.
It’s only a tenner and on for the next month. Kill for a ticket, and laugh like a drain.
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