The Real Kyle McCarren music review: Ballads and brotherhoods
An everlasting bond between bandmates is eulogised through a misty, gig-style score and emotional narration
‘Hello, my name is Andy, and I need to sing this song,’ implores writer and performer Andy Roninson in this charming musical’s quiet opening number. His desire to tell the world about his real-life former bandmate and best friend Kyle McCarren (names have been changed) feels like personal catharsis. Co-creator Sean McVerry joins Roninson’s pared-back piano with Nick Drake-esque guitar twangle and the show kicks off in earnest. McVerry plays Kyle with an enthralling level of snark and sarcasm, and we quickly fall for him, arseholery and all. Roninson frequently addresses the audience, acting as narrator. ‘I can’t sing,’ he confesses at the beginning, which turns out isn’t entirely true. While Roninson’s voice wavers through quiet, talkative ballads, a chorus of note-perfect performers pull off the complex notes.
Jaygee Macapugay almost steals the show as Kyle’s ballsy mother, belting out tunes and shouting out comedy lines with perfect timing. Just as the set dips with one too many low-key, emotional numbers, we’re ripped out of grief with a banging 80s-style dance anthem set at a rooftop party in Brooklyn, powered by the strength and charisma of Vincent Jamal Hooper as pretentious English hipster Liam. Roninson’s personal need to tell this story is felt throughout, and it’s a privilege to listen.
The Real Kyle McCarren, Pleasance Courtyard, until 30 August, 1.50pm; picture: Natalie Powers.