MIK SABIERS revels in a band that ploughs an idiosyncratic furrow of expletive laden, guitar-driven alt rock
The Homecoming
Young Vic
SMOKE as thick as fog looms across a large room in a ’60s London home as free jazz blares out from an old gramophone on the floor in Moi Tran’s atmospheric set for director Matthew Dunster’s revival of The Homecoming, one of Harold Pinter’s darkest plays.
The Big Smoke it may be, but it soon becomes apparent that in this testosterone-fuelled house everyone smokes like chimneys. There are no women (yet) only bitter and broken men.
PAUL FOLEY revels in the coolest, most joyful piece of theatre you’ll get this summer
MARY CONWAY is spellbound by superb performances in Arthur Miller’s study of the social and personal stress brought about by Nazi Germany’s Kristallnacht
RUTH AYLETT reviews two collections of outright political poetry
WILL STONE fact-checks the colourful life of Ozzy Osbourne


