It’s too loud.

Not “difficult to make out the lyrics” loud. Not “my grandpa is complaining about this restaurant” loud. This is “unexpected jackhammer to the eardrum” loud. It’s the next morning, and my left ear is still hurting.

It was one of the first songs that did it – “Killed a Man in Maine.” There were random bursts that (I believe) began when Andrew Durand grabbed the lead singer’s mic. I covered my ears (as did many people around me), but it was too late. The damage had been done.

We were sitting in the centre mezzanine, midway up. I don’t think this is known to be a danger-zone. We’re not right in front of a large speaker. This seems like a mistake.

It’s a real shame, because I quite liked the show itself. The performances were great, the story is weird and interesting. The book is fantastic. The music is fun. But I can’t recommend a literal safety hazard.