“Just a quick warning,” says Lee Mark Jones, poking his head out from behind the curtain. “Things will fuck up.” And they do, but that is part of the charm of A Rock‘n’Roll Suicide!, Jones’ autobiographical show about his rollercoaster ride through the music business. It’s ragged and rough around the edges, but it has a chaotic charisma that you can’t help but warm to.
Over 45 minutes, Jones (AKA Gypsy Lee Pistolero, AKA Theatre of the Wild, Beautiful and Damned) takes his audience on the rambling, rollicking story of his life: from the teenage trauma of his younger sister’s death, through his many hedonistic years spent touring with various post-punk bands, and out the other side.
He’s not a polished performer, or even a particularly proficient one. Dressed as Ziggy Stardust – a cardboard cut-out of whom acts as a kind of guardian angel throughout the story – with blue hair and dangly earrings, he stumbles through a seriously scrappy show.
But he does have a really endearing energy, and ambition – he haphazardly integrates multi-roling, video and music into his show – and a hell of a story to tell. And, somehow, that just about wins you over.