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HThis is a celebration of Wales in all its glory. With a gust of wind, Seiriol Davies’ musical welcomes us to Milky Peaks, a shingle market town in the heart of Snowdonia. Inhabited by an array of lovable eccentrics, it receives a nomination for Britain’s Best City – a contest ploy devised by a right-wing party seeking to find a new political home.

There are glimmers of genius in Davies’ writing. Complete with a chorus of robotic chants that steer the drama — “we start right where we started,” they inform us — and an onstage accompanist (Dylan Townley) who blasts from the sidelines in laugh-worthy supporting roles, c is masterfully inventive. But, with a cast of so many characters, the storyline meanders between loosely connected stories and we never find the heart of the drama.

Which doesn’t mean it’s not funny. Matthew Blake as Mrs. Pariah Carey is a dazzling presence and kicks with astonishing vigor in a Madonna costume. The deadpan straight white man, Alun John (Tanya Bridgeman), has a delightful song about the struggles of his sex. “You’re insensitive to my little needs,” she agrees as she stalks onto the stage.

It is when we reach more sentimental territory that the momentum begins to wane. Lisa Jên Brown’s Mother is warm and wonderfully Welsh but her solos drag and extend a piece that could already use some trimming. A subplot about local artistic director (Sophie Winter) hiring, firing, then rehiring Mrs. Pariah Carey as head of My Fair Lady also tires quickly.

The slate tower set, designed by Janet Bird, dramatically comes to life when a gay club opens, and the swirling disco lights and rainbow-tiled dance floor provide a moment of joy. It’s worth a visit if only to see this glittering delight.

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