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Rob LangederUndead in Hell's KitchenDon't Tell Mama
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![]() The show is mostly rock material performed with eerie thoughts and delivery and cleverly conceived and staged to highlight the ultimate dark side. Undead in Hell’s Kitchen is a gory blood curdler of a show, replete with chilling side effects. Langeder is animated as he’s “going to a party with no one still alive"—“Dead Man’s Party” (Danny Elfman) or presenting the intertwined “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer" (McCartney)/"Psycho Killer”(Bryne/Frantz/Weymouth) holding a flashlight to his face to produce unnerving effects. “Qu’est-ce-que c’est?” “Superstition" (Stevie Wonder)/"Witch Doctor” (/Bunny Sigler) tempted the fates as Langeder, and the audience, tried to contact the spirits—“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary…” Guest Jenna Esposito joined him on stage for “I Put a Spell on You"/"Epiphany"/"Judas’ Death” (repsectively Screamin’ Jay Hawkins/Sondheim/Webber & Rice) and was repaid by having her throat slashed. Tracy Stark’s “Greatest Nightmare” became just that as Langeder proceeded to kill off the musicians one by one, including Stark, in a “bloody” mess. “Highway to Hell” (Scott,Young & Young) put an end to the night when I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief from the sound levels and technical difficulties throughout, with the hope I still had some hearing left. I would have preferred a show like this at a downtown club or even in a small black box as a specialty Halloween offering for a short run. Do I think Langeder is a terrific performer? Absolutely! With the aid of the incredible, but red-faced (she was a bloody mess by the end) Musical Director Tracy Stark and the band, Skip Ward – bass; Sean Harkness – drums; David Silliman and well directed by Miles Phillips, this is a masterpiece of theatrics. It’s just not cabaret! But it was fun! Sandi Durell |
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