The 27 Club

Jack Lukeman certainly doesn't shy away from the romanticised notion of what it is to be a rockstar. The 27 Club sees he and his band perform songs by members of the informally collected (and surprisingly large) group of musicians who all, regretably, died at the tender age of 27.

First things first: both Lukeman and the band are spectacular musicians. Lukeman's deep baritone voice is so velvety that even a solo, vocal-only version of Old Man River keeps the audience enraptured, while his four-piece band never miss a beat. But while his bottomless, Irish voice might be beautiful, there's still something amiss here. Because Lukeman, for all his talent, feels like a performer desperate to live out his adolescent dreams of fame and rock-stardom – encouraging the (surprisingly obedient) audience to clap along at every available opportunity, flamboyantly tossing confetti towards the audience, and making a rather clichéd show of pouring himself a Jack Daniel's on top of an upright piano.

Lukeman's talents as a showman and musician are indisputable. And really, (if only because of the 27 club's ubiquitous presence) there's a little something here for everyone – Robert Johnson, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Nirvana and Amy Winehouse all feature over the course of 75 minutes. But still you can't help but feel that if he dialled down the psuedo-rockstar act a little, and realigned the focus on the music itself, then this might be a really affecting show.