ElvisevolutionReviews of elvisevolution.com

So. Here’s the thing about “Elvis Evolution”. There ain’t much Elvis It’s all just a bit weird to be honest. All credit to the actors, who have a bad script convoluted around a back story of his friendship with Sam. He’s a regular throughout the night at which point we all thought this should be called “Sam’s Story”. Entry to the venue is through to Bobs diner. Tickets scanned and coloured wristband issued. Timing is tight. By the time you get here and order a drink your colour is being called. 60 seconds later is the final call. Drink up ! The fact that you’ve just paid 16 quid for a drink you can’t take with you is ignored Act one. The NBC studios. A strange room. Like being at primary school as a parent and walking round looking at the kids work. Quite surreal really. Cue the actors. To be honest the story was hard to follow but the gist is that Elvis is locked in his dressing room and won’t come out. “shall we all shout together Children ?…Wake up Elvis!” In comes Sam to save the day. Quite apart for the fact that they hadn’t seen each other in 20 years and were childhood friend for a fraction of that ….my money would have been on Priscilla being a better bet. But hey ho. The end of the act was a surreal doors opening steam bellowing moment. We all thought the same thing “Stars in their Eyes!” We half expected the “Tonight Matthew In going to be …” moment. To be honest it would have made the night. A good Elvis act and we would have been happy (er) Act two. The train to Tupello. Part Disney ride, part bad LSD trip. I actually have no words for this. Just imagine spending thirty minutes being bombarded with random scenes and images. Hyper loud with acting interspersed. At one point I feared that we were in a CIA mind control experiment. My wife actually walked out and was then ushered back in “you must be brainwashed”. Still no sign of Elvis by the way Act three. We’re all now shell shocked, PTSD’d and have had our senses overloaded to the extreme. Time for a drink ! The Tahiti bar is as it sounds. Hawaiian themed cocktails. If you like overpriced, sickly sweet and tropical. Here’s your place. Again you’re drinking against the clock. “Hurry up and drink the shows starting”. So bar closes and he’s back ! Yes it’s Sam for more backstory. As an aside there is a genuine cardboard cutout of Elvis in the corner for that all important selfie. Although photo’s and videos are forbidden (technically) By now some of our party had got lost and found the Nirvana of the after party. A Valhalla for the brave who have endured the trials before. Quite annoyed they found a short cut but our time would come ! Act 4 - the closing act. Here we go again. Brainwashed, sugar overloaded and herded like lambs to the slaughter into a “studio” to watch Elvis perform. By perform what I mean is Elvis on a screen with a three piece (live) band performing. All credit to the band they were actually quite good. But Elvis on a video ? Really ? Is this all you have ? Yes apparently. And then , it was over. Just as surreal as it had began. Elvis is dead, long live the king. Encores from the ensemble, shouts of “no more !” from the crowd. A heavy security presence in this room. No cameras allowed, no videos. No abusing the staff. The inmates are clearly not to revolt. And then the after party. In our minds the best bit. Not worth the 75 quid and if we’ve had paid the top 300 pounds price we would be livid. That being said it was the epitome of the British bulldog spirt. Think Dunkirk, think Waterloo, we’ve all suffered together and have a shared trauma. Let’s dance our troubles away. Okay the drinks are pricy, the dance floor Tiny and the (very capable) band play the same eight songs on rotation but if you throw caution to the wind, pack up your troubles and dance like no one’s watching, I promise you you’ll have a ball We felt we owed it to all of us. Some people have not only paid 300 pounds a ticket to go here but incurred hotel and travel costs. We all now know the promised holograms did not form part of the show. It unfair to compare with better shows. ABBA is on another planet but that cost 140 million to put on and needs its own purpose built arena. Now that’s how it should be done and if anyone is brave enough to do this with the king. Then you have a winner. Would we go back ? Of course not. Ultimately we’ve paid 75 quid each to go to a party where you still have to buy drinks. Was it a laugh ? Yes. But sometimes for the wrong reasons It will of course be cancelled. There’s so much negativity around it, it’s only a matter of time. All I would say though is don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. As they said back in Vietnam. “You don’t know man, you weren’t there !” In one concise line “it’s not ABBA Voyage“, more like “Elvis Bon voyage”. He never really was even in the building

Una stella perché meno non si può! Show penoso, non mantiene neanche lontanamente quanto promesso. Reduci da ABBA Voyage in gennaio, siamo partiti dall'Italia per assistere a questo spettacolo che, nelle intenzioni, avrebbe dovuto essere un'"esperienza immersiva" simile... Niente di più lontano dalla realtà: quattro attori che interpretano più parti; il focus su Sam, amico d'infanzia di Elvis che invece rimane sempre in penombra; il passaggio obbligato attraverso tre locali, a inizio, metà e fine show, con l'unico scopo di far bere il pubblico a prezzi spropositati; il teatro diviso in due parti per cui le scene scorrono su una specie di tapis roulant; una band che suona qualche canzone di Elvis con scene del Come Back special del '68 viste e riviste su youtube proiettate su tre schermi; per concludere l'ennesimo tentativo di spillare soldi nell'after show party durante il quale una cantante si esibisce in poche canzoni e se ne va. A quel punto tre quarti del pubblico aveva già lasciato il teatro. Show povero, messo in scena con pochi mezzi (e si vede!), assolutamente indegno e ai limiti della truffa.

Bought tickets in October based on promise of AI. This feature was not delivered and changed to an emmersive experience. It was shockingly bad (not even so bad it's good). More about his friend than Elvis. Not enough seating, GCSE drama level production and just not worth the money. Save your money and watch the 68 special at home.

I was given tickets for my birthday What a disappointment. The show was amateur from start to finish. Not as we were led to believe when the tickets were booked. We believed it would be a hologram of the 1968 concert although that description changed. We really felt ripped off at £180 per ticket. Once again money is being made on the back of Elvis and it didn't even show the talent the man had. A cheap production from start to finish The so called train journey is only visible to half the audience at one time. The Hawaii bar staff member that served us was rude and questioned the so called free drink entitlement even with the pass The end of show party was a disaster - the band were not set up and this took about 20 minutes by which time most people had left. Elvis must be turning in his grave to think that he is being used in this way to make money- doubtful if he would have approved of the way his fans new and old are being taken for a ride Don't waste your money. Being ripped off is not a good feeling

Layered reality are nothing but a rip-off, the mill and technical colour went into administration in February which left this so-called shit show with no AI or hologram but yet they continued to still sale tickets we purchased ours last October but request a refund as not as advertised but they refused to refund people with their tickets We have contacted action fraud and now got a crime reference so will hopefully get a charge back from our bank Please avoid do not buy any tickets

Do not expect Elvis to be the centre of this show. The first train bit is about Sam Bell and a weird super hero Elvis cartoon. No music just loud actors running around. The 68 special section was bereft of a centre stage Elvis. The after party was dreadful, a lady singer with a terribly quiet voice attempted 3 Elvis songs then burst into Gene Genie!! We left at this point and many left before. Elvis fans paid to see and hear Elvis not watch cartoons, hear a Bowie singer or have a pic with a cardboard cut out. All in all and though the actors tried their best this is a very shoddy and poor production. Elvis would turn in his grave. You do him no justice and certainly do not honor The King!!!

Unfortunately, the overall experience of the Elvis Evolution show was quite underwhelming. The production felt poorly executed and did not align with the format originally advertised. Contrary to expectations, there was no Elvis hologram, which was a significant part of the promotional appeal. While the actors clearly put in effort, the performance lacked the impact needed to truly engage the audience. The venue was overcrowded, which detracted from the experience and made it difficult to fully enjoy each segment. The event involves being moved through a series of different rooms, some of which felt unnecessary and lacked clear purpose. The finale — a short performance inspired by the 1968 Comeback Special — was particularly disappointing due to the absence of proper seating, unless you had purchased a VIP package. Overall, the production quality was subpar, and it’s surprising that no meaningful improvements have been made, especially given the ongoing negative feedback. Even something as simple as providing adequate seating in the final room would be a step in the right direction. In its current form, the show offers poor value for money and leaves much to be desired.

Walked out half what through, spend a hour and didn’t see one Elvis performance, it’s a play about some bloke Elvis knew as a kid! And there were 4 actors playing numerous parts. I said I spend a hour but half of that was waiting in rooms for the next part to start and then offering food and drink as extortionate prices! The audience was so deflated and when a lady complained they reported her to security! Given a full description like she was a thug. As I left another lady said to me that Elvis would be spinning in his grave!