On a chilly morning at a Silvertown studio behind London City airport, the sunburst intro to Jimmy Cliff’s The Harder They Come is on repeat. Dancers run through a routine studded with reggae and dancehall moves. “Get high,” commands associate choreographer Neisha-yen Jones with a smile. “Get low!” The ensemble rise and dip. They do the bogle and whine around each other as their watchful director Matthew Xia nods along. They circle Natey Jones who breaks out the opening line: “Well, they tell me of a pie up in the sky.” In the distance, a plane leaves the ground.
It’s eight months since The Harder They Come’s full-throttle takeoff at Stratford East, where the musical was so popular that it is now returning for a second run which will also serve as a eulogy for Cliff who died in November. Playwright Suzan-Lori Parks’ adaptation of Perry Henzell’s 1972 Jamaican film is bolstered by a handful of her own songs as well as classics including Israelites and Wonderful World, Beautiful People – plus every number on the film’s monumental soundtrack. Jones is reprising the role of Ivan (played on screen by Cliff and inspired by real-life outlaw Rhyging), who arrives in Kingston from the country and is dismissed and exploited, before becoming both a hit singer and a fugitive. The original was akin to cinéma vérité, directly evoked spaghetti westerns and veered into blaxploitation territory; Ivan’s tale has gained greater warmth, humour and protest spirit on stage. It was the best musical I saw in 2025.
