When entering Soho Theatre Downstairs for Jazz Emu: Knight Fever, you are greeted by a band jamming out, decked up in Sergeant Pepper-like jackets, performing while waiting for Jazz Emu himself to ...

“My utter lack of ego is godlike,” croons Jazz Emu – voice of an angel, mind of an idiot – as he barges past a meek keyboardist to elbow his way into the spotlight. For a deliciously silly hour, we ...

Underneath this entirely mega-machismo-mania persona is a gifted musician, writer and performer bringing musically comedic mayhem of the finest order via self-made synth-pop, banging vocals, a dollop ...

He tells us we are gathered not in the basement room of the Soho Theatre, but in an underground storage room of the Royal Albert Hall, where he will later perform at a royal variety show. The only ...