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NZ Truth, Issue 1194, 18 October 1928, Page 6

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Wlipopjs and Wails On Ye Wuilitzer

We have music canned, music cacaphonic and music angelic; that which spars wildly with the ear-drums, many other sorls ■ : which, very much akin to the "etceteras" m an auctioneer's ad- . ventisement, are too numerous to mention. AT a staggering: run. comes the bleating, howling, nSrve-stretching delirium of what the '"Wellington de Luxe Theatre management is delighted to term "The Mighty Wurlitzer," with the frenzied ingenuity of one Emanuel Aarons tugging at the very, heartstrings of the -instrument. . : Ernanuel has forgotten the parable of he who hid his light under a bushel — if ever he even heard ot it. Let us sit m our humble pit-seats and adjust our cheap opera r glasses upon him who clambers from his cubbyhole beneath the stage. :- : ■■■■ „-■■'. There is a "phizz" of the spo'tlight4and the next moment a well-fed boyish figure moves suavely to the, front of the orchestra-well, smirks at those who hpld large boxes of chocolates, and tlieri trips hispompous way to the keyboard of "The . Mighty Wurlitzer."' Nice, tongue-trlpping tit-bit, that "M ighty vyurljtzer"', stuff, . what? ; A few half -moons ago, A.aronsr manhandled the delightful strains of Rubenstein's : "Melody m. F,". rending its vitals, thumping Its dainty head until it was smashed : to an unmusical pulp. ■,'"'. There were wild squeals from the roof register; hollow bumping noises from the ground-floor chords; piercing, shuddering tremolos that yanked -every nerve from, its socket; and, when the last blaring peal had been squeezed from its complaining system, the "Gprblimey Rqaritzer" collapsed into a heap of smouldering silence. ; When the feeble clapping had spent itself on what remained of the rafters, Emanuel burst ' his bonds and commenced a violent attack that , was supposed to. indicate his accompaniment'of a comic picture. A thousand Klaxon horns would seem, like heavenly strumming com- . pared with that accompaniment. The operator hurled himself at the loud pedal— and the resultant effect sounded for all the litzer like twin battles of .Jutland, with engines all out and broadsides at two-a-penny. If this be music, give us, oh, giVe us, a drink! >