Staging a full-length popular musical as a Fringe work, let alone one with a huge cast and a live band for accompaniment, is ambitious to say the least. But pulling it off with unwavering, intense energy and peace-love-and-ecstasy idealism shining on every single face is nothing short of fantastic. The defining story of the hippy era, Hair: The American Love Rock Tribal Musical was sex, drugs and social commentary; certain themes still ring true today while the rest is splendidly campy nostalgia. The vocal talents in the show are phenomenal across the board, the choreography exuberant; even the full-frontal male nudie scene is borne with dignity and gusto. A serious hit and worth the trip across the river from the main Fringe grounds, even if it means the title song will be looping through your head all week long.�

Four and a half out of five stars.