“For Dury, truths can be sometimes dark, sometimes tragic, sometimes humiliating but that’s no reason for everybody to be glum about it. Dury’s tra la la allegiance is clearly to the interplay of darkness and light, his music and lyrics consistently, playfully, deviating from each other in much the same way somebody long ago came up with the idea of whistling while passing a graveyard, of too wide smiles beneath eyes filled with sad resignation, of lilies on coffins.”

“The two tables at the centre of the show have the lead performers frenetically rummaging about seemingly five hawk shops worth of lost, toy instruments and wires, all seemingly designed to alter every sonic input, to twist it, reinvent it as kind of the musical equivalent of pop rocks candy, sitting for a moment sweetly on your tongue before playfully, joyfully, lighting up your palette.”