The Puppini’s provide
lots of glamour and sparkle, gold lame and wide, frothy petticoats during the
sort of cabaret that Bing and Danny saved Rosemary Clooney and Vera-Ellen from
in White Christmas with lots of bounce
and verve, lots of shimmying, skirts in perpetual motion. It would take a heart of stone not to smile. They ran through
some oldies (Mr Sandman, Honeysuckle
Rose, I Got Rhythm, Take The A Train, Take 5 with added lyrics, Kokomo) and some newer ones such as Walk Like An Egyptian and a tear
drenched, uber melodramatic Total Eclipse
Of The Heart. I won’t mention Ma Nah
Ma Nah which was a low point, dreadful but still camp enough to entertain.
Their vocal and
instrumental arrangements are pin sharp, the choreography, such as it is, is
simple, designed mainly to keep the frocks moving, and they know how to work an
audience. Is it jazz or jazz adjacent? Probably a bit of both but jazz enough
to get them a mention in the BSH listings!!
In the current febrile
political world, you could hardly do better than to distract yourself with the unreformed
nostalgia of the Puppinis. (Or you could do if their gig in Gateshead on
Saturday hadn’t been cancelled). Dave
Sayer
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