Doors open at 8 PM. Show starts at 9:30PM.
2 drink minimum.
VIP SEATING AVAILABLE
It was inevitable given the crazy state of the world. Award winning dancer and choreographer, Molly D’Amour passed lockdown moments listening to The Smiths, over and over. And over. It’s what you do when you’re in isolation and the world looks like its ending, not with a bang, but with a sneeze and a cough. Depressing, really, Morrissey, The Smiths, the perfect soundtrack for the end of times; Panic playing on repeat, and panic happening everywhere, and the Rusholm Ruffian’s “Burn Down The Disco’ refrain becomes “Burn Down The Strip Show” as Molly hums and dances along to an audience of none, fine tuning moves she’s performed on stages around the world, on bar counters and TV screens. She’s worked with many of the pop icons The Pope of Mope’s slagged off, choreographing dance moves he’s dissed for award shows he’s shunned. He attacks pop culture sacred cows as he defends real cows and all animals against Meat Is Murder harm. Hypocritical political figures, self-righteous journalists and royal family stiffs have also felt the lash of his barbed tongue while his loyal fans bask in the Sage of Salford’s deftly delivered lyrics, which loyalists know were written just for them. Never one to shy from controversy, The Bigmouth Bard, espoused celibacy and defied all gender labels, flirted with nationalism and whatever you do, don’t call him Steven or even Moz. Despite the androgynous anti-pop, asexual themes inherent to the Mancunian Wankunian’s poems-set-to-music, it makes perfect sense for the man who penned “her skirt ascends for a watching eye” to be the soundtrack to a saucy satire of strip shows, the ultimate burlesque of burlesque, “Burn Down The Strip Show.” It’s Morrissey, or at least his music, stripped bare, by Molly D’Amour, a live band and dance tunes by Kinky Dandy. Heaven knows, you’ll be miserable if you miss it…