
An intimate venue like the Pheasantry built my expectations for such an evening. Alas, most of this was lacking at Daniel’s gig last night: yes, the man can sing. Oh, can he sing – a strong, tenor voice with range for days and a silky tone. He’s less comfortable, however, engaging in easy conversation with the audience, or with remembering a few key facts about songs or shows (instead, a piece of A4 paper was pulled out and recited in a monotone fashion. Twice). There was also no discernible reason behind, or meaning to, his choice of material.
By all accounts, though, the show was a success. The audience was large, appreciative and vocal and we were treated to some great musical theatre repertoire: ‘I Am What I Am’, ‘Something’s Coming’ and ‘This Is The Moment’ to name but a few. Yet I left wanting more: not just more light and shade in Koek’s performances and more thematic linking of songs, but to learn Koek’s himself. At their best, gigs like this can be like a date: the revelation of a person through music. In this instance, I learned nothing more about the man I’d spent the evening with than a list of his professional credits. If it were a date, I’m not sure we’d be going on a second.
Reviewed by Jody Tranter