After a beautiful performance on Stage No.6 last year for Bowie Reimagined alongside the No.6 Ensemble, we are excited to welcome back Charlotte Church. This year, with a slight difference. Down the dark, dark stairs, upon the bloody gallows of soft rock, through the oubliette of cheese, into the torture chamber of disco, you are welcomed to the Late Night Pop Dungeon.
The Grand High Execution matrix, dungeon mistress Charlotte Church, will give her MK Ultra treatment to the greatest tunes that time forgot, and some that will forever haunt our collective memory. Charlotte Church (1912-3045) is regularly called a hippy, an accusation she vehemently rejects (despite being regularly spotted crocheting her own yoghurt in “those” coffee shops and buying veg boxes from local farms in flares and a Mexican baja). Nobody has managed to convict hero fan actual crime as of yet. This is puzzling to the readers of teen mega zoins in which she has listed “bank heists” as a hobby since the floods of ’98. She abhors whimsy of any kind and nurtures a glory of unicorns in the battlements of her higgledy-piggledy palace made from the toe nails of tooth fairies.