It's Saturday
Night at the provincial "Club A-Go-Go" and three
blokes and four birds are out on the pull. The
girls, chalk-faced, pale lipped and lacquered to
perfection are desperate to look like Twiggy, Sandy
Shaw or Dusty Springfield.
The lads in their
button-down collars and leather caps are all
would-be Beatles or embryo Donovans. However,
beneath the girls' skimpy Mary Quant and St Laurent
copied dresses beat virginal Barbara Cartland
hearts, while inside the lads' cool, hipster
trousers lurk the impulses which have driven
adolescents to distraction since the dawn of time.
Sue is going out with Gary, who chats up Penny and
any other bit of stuff that looks his way. Sharon
fancies Rick who fancies Sharon but can't pluck up
courage to tell her because she hasn't told him.
Eddie fancies Bridget who doesn't fancy anyone.
And so, watched over by ageing rocker Eric
(Rubber-legs) De Vene, the club's seen-it-all,
done-it-all owner, we follow then as they wend their
way through teenage sexual mores as rigid and
predictable as any New Guinea tribesman's initiation
rights. “A
pleasurable, lightly satirical revel in Sixties
manners and music ... with bite, kick and
hanky-panky." Guardian
"A Slice of Saturday Night" is a musical pastiche
that takes you spinning back to the Swinging decade
to celebrate the eternal embarrassment of teen age
... girls in mini-skirts and boys in Chelsea boots
sing songs about teen trauma that sound like all
those 60s hits you've heard on retrospective shows."
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