I just saw LOVE SUCKS at the New York Musical Theatre Festival last night. This is a fantastic show with an excellent cast of honest-to-goodness musicians, and would be a perfect date night for the dude who loves punk and the chick who loves Shakespearean romantic comedies. (Or the punk rock girl and the chick flick-lovin' guy. Or two fellas or two ladies. It's universal, people.)
Having been in a band for several months until I was kicked out (no, not for substance abuse or inter-band promiscuity - for not being enough of a tortured soul frontwoman for them; long story), I can attest to the work you need to put in to have a tight ensemble. The show's fictional male band, the Molotovs, seemed like they'd been playing together for ages, both in their precision and their onstage camaraderie. (The Guttersnipes, which was the female band, also sounded good, and had two great singers in Rebecca Hart and Heather Robb.)
The music's catchy, the characters are endearing, the action is well-paced, and, if you're into rockers, there's a lot of foxy-looking people onstage. Go see it before they take my advice, produce a commercial off-Broadway run and charge twice as much for tickets.
I'll add a link to my review once it's up - should be in a few days.
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