Bat Out of Hell (Tour)
New Victoria Theatre
Bat Out Of Hell has never pretended to be a subtle piece of theatre. It’s loud, it’s chaotic, it’s over-the-top, and when it leans into those extremes, it can be glorious. The 2025 tour keeps the heart-pounding spirit of Meat Loaf and Jim Steinman’s bombastic score alive and well. But while the music remains the show’s undisputed heart, this scaled-back tour suffers from a lack of cohesion in its storytelling and staging, and some puzzling creative decisions that dull the production’s edge rather than sharpen it.
Gone are many of the more lavish set pieces from earlier versions. Raven’s once-gothic bedroom is now reduced to a few scattered boxes, and in one unintentionally comic moment, poor Falco is left wheeling on a crate in place of a sofa. It’s a stripped-back aesthetic that might work in a musical with a stronger plot to fall back on, but Bat has never been about narrative clarity. With this reduction, the production’s structural weaknesses are exposed: transitions between scenes are clunky, and what little dialogue remains often feels amateurish and stilted. Without the visual grandeur of past runs to distract us, the cracks are harder to ignore.
Perhaps the most jarring change is the prominent use of handheld microphones. While they work in conjunction with in-ear monitors to create a stunningly well-mixed sound—easily one of the best elements of the show—they’re stylistically out of place. It's never made clear why they’re being used within the world of the show, and watching characters like Tink wave them around during emotional scenes only pulls the audience further out of the moment. They add a layer of disconnect, making it feel more like a concert with awkward scene breaks than a piece of music theatre. In combining the previous tour and the International arena tour, the show has become a weird mish-mash that doesn't quite work.
That said, the score remains killer. Steinman’s songs are packed with drama, emotion, and sheer rock-and-roll punch. Even though they rarely serve the plot in a traditional sense, each number stands on its own as a mini-epic. And the cast? They do not disappoint. Every vocal was delivered with power, control, and intent. The arrangements remain mostly true to form but benefit from the show’s stripped-back nature- revealing gorgeous musical moments that previously got buried in the chaos. A standout example is the delicate piano work in 'What Part of My Body Hurts the Most,' which offered a rare, emotionally resonant pause in an otherwise thunderous night.
Brilliant performances came from Katie Tonkinson as Raven, bringing vulnerability and defiance in equal measure; Harriet Richardson-Cockerline as Sloane, who balanced brittle humour with aching depth; Rob Fowler as Falco, whose vocals were consistently commanding; and Ryan Carter as Jagwire, whose tone and presence added welcome gravitas and provided many of the stand out moments. The undeniable star of this performance was Luke Street as Strat, who fully embodied the anarchic, eternal-teen spirit of the role. His vocals were ironclad, but even more impressively, every movement and line felt fully intentional. Street didn’t just sing the score- he lived it.
There’s still plenty of enjoyment to be found here, especially for fans of the music. If you're coming for the songs, and many are, you’ll probably leave satisfied. But this tour’s theatrical elements feel underdeveloped and inconsistent, giving off the sense of a rock opera that’s lost some of its bite. The bones of the show are still there, but without a coherent structure or compelling visuals to support them, Bat Out Of Hell in its current iteration feels more like a fever dream than a fiery fantasy.
★★★
Reviewed on Tuesday 6th May by Olivia
Photo Credit: Chris Davis Studio
{AD PR Invite- tickets gifted in exchange for honest review}
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