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Music Reissues Weekly: John McKay - Sixes and Sevens

JOHN MCKAY - SIXES AND SEVENS Former Siouxsie & the Banshees guitarist digs through archive

The former Siouxsie and the Banshees guitarist digs through his archive and finds treasure

Sixes and Sevens is a surprise. A big one. Since leaving Siouxsie and the Banshees in September 1979, John McKay has largely been a mystery. On record, the only suggestion this influential guitarist had continued with music was the EP his post-Banshees band Zor Gabor issued in 1987. Otherwise – nothing.

Pimpinone, Royal Opera in the Linbury Theatre review - farce with a sting in its tail

★★★★ PIMPINONE, ROYAL OPERA IN THE LINBURY THEATRE Farce with a sting in its tail

Telemann’s comic opera hits the mark thanks to two fine, well-directed young singers

Full marks to the Royal Opera for good planning: one first night knocking us all sideways with the darkest German operatic tragedy followed by another letting us off the hook with a short comedy by Wagner’s compatriot Telemann. The premiere of Pimpinone predates that of Die Walküre by nearly a century and a half and we mark its 300th anniversary this year. But is it too slight for resurrection?

Krapp's Last Tape, Barbican review - playing with the lighter side of Beckett's gloom

★★★★★ KRAPP'S LAST TAPE, BARBICAN Playing with the lighter side of Beckett's gloom

The Irish actor Stephen Rea is a silent-movie Krapp to treasure

In the Stygian darkness of a bare room, a table on a low platform with a light hanging overhead starts to emerge. Then a door briefly opens at the back of the space and the figure that has entered and sat down at the table also begins to emerge. When the stage lighting goes on, this tableau out of a Bacon painting sharpens and we can properly scrutinise the man. 

Formula E: Driver, Prime Video review - inside the world's first zero-carbon sport

F1's electric baby brother get its own documentary series

The success of Netflix’s Drive to Survive not only provoked a viewer-stampede towards the world’s most expensive sport, but also triggered a chain reaction of similar behind-the-scenes sports documentaries. Suddenly we had Break Point (tennis), Full Swing (golf) and Tour de France: Unchained (cycling, obviously), hotly pursued by series on rugby, soccer and American Indiecar racing.

Do Ho Suh: Walk the House, Tate Modern review - memories are made of this

★★★★ DO HO SUH: WALK THE HOUSE, TATE MODERN Memories are made of this

Home sweet home preserved as exquisite replicas

A traditional Korean house has appeared at Tate Modern. And with its neat brickwork, beautifully carved roof beams and lattice work screens, this charming dwelling looks decidedly out of place, and somewhat ghostly. Go closer and you realise that, improbably, the full-sized building is made of paper. It’s the work of South Korean artist Do Ho Suh (main picture).

The Extraordinary Miss Flower review - odd mashup of music, dance, film and spoken word

★★ THE EXTRAORDINARY MISS FLOWER Odd mashup of music, dance, film and spoken word

A cache of love letters inspires samey songs and not enough wonder

The makers of The Extraordinary Miss Flower are billing it as a “performance film”, a subspecies of the concert-movie and stablemate of the fictive biopic 20,000 Days on Earth, about Nick Cave, from the same film-makers. It’s one part arty documentary to two parts music video, both a daughter’s tribute to her mother and a singer’s elaborate way of promoting her latest album.

My Master Builder, Wyndham's Theatre review - Ewan McGregor headlines stillborn Ibsen riff

★★ MY MASTER BUILDER, WYNDHAM'S THEATRE Ewan McGregor headlines stillborn Ibsen riff

Starry new writing premiere struggles to connect

It's both brave and bracing to welcome new voices to the West End, but sometimes one wonders if such exposure necessarily works to the benefit of those involved. And so it is with My Master Builder, American writer Lila Raicek's Ibsen-adjacent play that nods throughout at the Norwegian scribe's scorching 1892 The Master Builder only to suggest that director Michael Grandage might have been better off staging that classic title instead: his Wild Duck, dating back to his Donmar tenancy, remains the stuff of legend.