Hedwig and the Angry Inch is one of those things that somehow managed to pass me by. When the cult-fave 1998 musical was turned into a film in 2001, I was too busy listening to Destiny’s Child’s Survivor album on repeat and playing with Pokemon cards to really pay attention.
In the almost 20-years since, my knowledge of the musical has been pretty limited to being aware it revolves around gender identity and Neil Patrick Harris starred in a production of the show at one point. Thankfully, that need not matter.
Walking into HOME Manchester’s theatre, everything about the auditorium screams 80s punk rock - mullets, acid wash jeans and spandex all optional - and I am instantly made aware of where I am. Described as a cross between ‘a musical, a cabaret and a stream of consciousness’, Hedwig is, quite proudly, an odd one.
