It all began way back in 1968. And, 30 years on, Andrew Lloyd Webber's and Tim Rice's first rock musical is still packing in the audiences, still exerting the same old corny magic.

There was never any doubt that the slight storyline of the 12 warring sons of Jacob, the overthrow of the gaudily-clad favourite, his flight to Egypt, his imprisonment and the dream which foretold of a great promised land for the chosen people was stretched well beyond normal tolerance level. But what attracted the attention of critics and audiences in those early days was its barrage of catchy, singable songs, its youthfully exuberant appeal and its eclectic, showy mix of musical styles. Bill Kenwright's big, blousy production toured non-stop for twelve years from 1979 and has been revived in all its camp flashiness and tongue-in-cheek irony, with a wide-eyed, mellow-voiced Richard Swerrun totally at home in the swaggering central role.

Massive two-dimensional cardboard cut-out sphinxes and pyramids, topped by the star-studded domain of Julie Maguire's dream-spinning narrator, are a study in theatrical kitsch. And for all that, it is virtually impossible to escape into the night without a cheesy grin on the face and those intensely joyous songs irritatingly embedded in the brain.

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