Lizzie the Musical

Lizzie the Musical strikes you in the face from the very first handlebar and grinds relentlessly until the curtain rolls. This rage-ridden punk-rock musical reimagines the gripping true crime case of Lizzie Borden, whose father and stepmother were found bludgeoned to death by axe in their own home in Fall River, Massachusetts in the sweltering summer of 1892.

While no one was ever charged for the gruesome murders, by the sixth song of Lizzie the Musical (the aching, sickening The Soul of the White Bird), any ambiguity is well and truly cut. The writers have here made an interesting decision. Because most audiences know the real Lizzie was acquitted, the stakes are lowered in the traditional sense, especially in the trial scenes of the second act. But this isn’t a whodunnit; it’s a why. And in the hands of WITCH Music Theatre, you could cut the tension and suspense with an axe.

Backed by a killer live band led by conductor Hayden Taylor (piano), dressed to period perfection by costume designer Rhys Tunley, and with skills honed and sharpened by vocal director Maya Handa Naff, the exceptional cast simply slays.

Bailea Twomey conducts the room, executing a pitch-perfect performance that is equal parts harrowing and heart-rending, malevolent and maniacal as Lizzie Borden. I often can’t take my eyes off Jane Leonard, who burns with a smouldering fire as Emma Borden, while Rachel McSweeney is breathtakingly pure as Alice Russel. I catch myself reflecting Aimée Sullivan’s fixed, devilish grin back to her; her turn as sly maid Bridget ‘Maggie’ Sullivan is wicked to watch.

A convergence of creativity from directors Ben Tucker-Emerson and Greta Casey-Solly (the choreographer to boot), lighting designer Alex Fisher, and set designer Joshua Tucker-Emerson results in a striking moment of stage magic: a wonderfully witchy tableau of three women around a billowing fire.

Where polish and professionalism meet raw, knuckle-whitening grit, WITCH’s shocking and salacious, seething and sharp Lizzie the Musical will have you on the axe-edge of your seat. It’s loud, it’s unapologetic, and I never thought I’d say this, but move over Taylor Swift: this is Female Rage: The Musical.