Farruquito made his Sadler's Wells debut yesterday with a show billed as honouring his flamenco heritage, his family, "the old songs, the purest dance". There were seven numbers, some solos, some for groups, with an introduction and a closing fiesta. In fact, his excellent troupe of six dancers, four singers and two guitarists performed a matinee and evening show, by the end of which they looked more raggedy than intended. The sound system was also on the blink, with so much feedback that the excellent Manuel Molina, whose lament opened the show, ripped off his microphone and sang actually unplugged. Other problems include a toolong second half, and a truly useless programme. Without notes, the suited figure in Mi Sombra is comical, and without biogs we don't know who the fat chick is, or the background of the charismatic Molina.
