Sunny Afternoon, Harold Pinter Theatre ***

I'm not a diehard fan of the Kinks. I know of their work but was bitterly disappointed that this won the bulk of the Oliviers over the fantastic Here Lies Love. Having now seen Sunny Afternoon, my view is unchanged. Joe Penhall's book lacks substance a generic story arch which creates an obvious plot and creates a musical that drags rather than soars (when the reference to 1966 emerged, I had my head in my hands). Miriam Buether's design contains a needless catwalk in an otherwise decent set, there are no standout performances in terms of straight acting, and Edward Hall's direction creates what-would-be a middle of the road ITV drama of the Kinks. However, the musical adaptations from Ray Davies and Elliot Ware turn this musical from the ditch and transforms it into something that is almost amazing. The depth and quality of the Kink's music means that it sounds at home on the stage and, from the a cappela transition songs to the full-on deafening concert renditions, you love every note that emerges from the cast's mouths. There's a real understanding for what makes good music here and the intensity and the richness of it is perhaps the greatest on the West End. If this was just an hour set instead of a 2 hour 45 minute musical, perhaps it could have been the experience of a lifetime yet as it stands it becomes yet another flawed jukebox musical that only has the music to rely on.