David Farr's own company, Talking Tongues, is seldom less than arresting. In Glue Wedding, he and Murray Gold have fashioned a remarkable series of images for the Cambridge Mummers: a groom who must wear gloves to prevent him from sticking fast to his beloved; a pair of women who live in fear of the sky falling on them; proud parents obsessed that everyone measure up to their expectations. The only speech comes from a holy fool who oversees the proceedings; all other words are sung in Gold's score, a judicious selection of the best of the last two decades of rock.
Written for The Independent.
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