“No matter how shit your day has been
No matter how low the world wants to make you
No matter if the money came from the back of the sofa
No matter if no-one respects you
No matter if you haven’t been touched in a sex way for a while
No matter if your ideas go unheard, or even unspoken cos you’re shy Fantastic Melly’s Chicken is a church that welcomes all, salves all, in its delicious opiate salty battery wings.
Its cross, the fluorescent perky cock’s face
you see it, you know you’re welcome and will find solace.
You won’t be judged. You will be redeemed. Ready to face the next bit of the shit that life spits.
You’re a small god.”
Whilst the production is face-value vivid, the absence of risk or experimentation is stark
Supremely clever and compassionate piece of musical storytelling that imagines Dionysus in Penge
Annie Siddons’s wild gig-theatre show relocates Euripides’s ‘The Bacchae’ to a south east London chicken shop