Eccentric, cartoony and warm-hearted, this retro musical comedy is a
blend of Jersey Boys' plot, Grease-style melodies and end of
term lark. The appealing comedy duo act so hyper that there were points
where we seemed to be at a Phil Cool convention. It’s like Father Ted
performed by The Proclaimers.
Three not very likely lads realise that Glasgow (“gross-ville”) is not a
place for them and want a bit of adventure. They set up a rock group (who
doesn’t?) then rob a bank, go to court and live the dream. It may not be
subtle, and it may be more light-hearted than comic, but the zeal with
the cast of seven attack the material keeps the pace spinning along
amusingly, ably supported by Patrick Neil Doyle, who also directs.
There’s just about enough plot to give the plucky student cast their own
moments in the sun, and although they all have good voices it is in the
blends that they really show themselves off. Like McDonalds and much else
that appeared in the 50s, Glasvegas may be forgettable but at