Hadestown
Anaïs Mitchell

Oh god the first minute or so of this was a real rollercoaster. First I read that it was folky, which made me want to throw up. Then the first few notes of acoustic kicked in, and it sounded alright. Felt a bit of hope. Then the chick's voice started and I felt physically ill. The guy's voice seemed vaguely passage, but then he either changed it or another guy turned up with an even worse voice. By the time I got to some gang singing "COME ON DOWN TO HADES TOWN" I realised it was just an irredeemable piece of utter shit with an added rock opera snobbishness. It went for about another 45 agonising minutes, loving itself the entire way. This was just too much for me. That whole vibe where art school dorks pretend they're voodoo southern cajun hipsterbilly honky-tonk afficionados, all high on reviews they or their friends wrote for their own stuff, probably referring to themselves as a "collective"... ugh, spare me. 1/5.

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