With all the raw spontaneity of a rock'n'roll gig, this show cuts to the core of sexual identity, love and lossA friend brought me to Hedwig and the Angry Inch a few months after it opened off-Broadway in 1998. I'd heard of the show in passing and hadn't been much tempted. I was just out of college (heaps of Stanislavsky, mounds of Artaud) and perilously serious. I didn't see many musicals unless ordered to Brecht a…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 03:00AM on July 21, 2014