Benjamin Levy‚Äôs book Murray‚Äôs Cabaret Club: Discovering Soho‚Äôs Secret (published by The History Press, with a foreword by Dita Von Teese) is out next week, and tells the tale of a unique institution in the history of British entertainment. Here the author explains why Murray‚Äôs was so special, and introduces the hundreds of costume designs that lie at the heart of the book, images that are now available for licensing through the Mary Evans Picture Library website, courtesy of the collection of poster dealer and expert, Charlie Jeffreys.
‚ÄúWorking at Murray‚Äôs left you in an unreal world: at night-time you entered this fantasy place, where the rich and famous queued for your attention; the days were an endless series of dinner and party invitations, and the social life was truly amazing. It was only after I left Murray‚Äôs and returned to the real world that I realised the strange underground fantasy life I had been leading‚ÄĚ ‚Äď Christine Keeler
Night after night, Murray‚Äôs Cabaret Club set imaginations ablaze, forged fantasies for deadened aristocrats and Arab businessmen, and provided refuge for the hounded celebrity. In that intimate basement beneath the pavements of Soho‚Äôs Beak Street, sexy was never sordid, and nude never naked. That is until the Profumo Affair‚ÄĒa sex-and-spying scandal that involved a love triangle between Murray‚Äôs showgirl Christine Keeler, Britain‚Äôs Minister of War John Profumo, and a Soviet spy Yevgeny Ivanov‚ÄĒerupted in 1963. In the middle was Murray‚Äôs regular, Stephen Ward, an osteopath and socialite who had taken Keeler under his wing. The furore resulted in the eventual downfall of the British government, the advent of the permissive society, and the birth of the Swinging Sixties. London would never be the same again.
The club began life in 1913, making it one of London‚Äôs very first modern nightclubs. In the Roaring Twenties, it spearheaded the craze for the Folies Berg√®re and tango fever. London‚Äôs Soho district was then a hotspot for gambling dens and clip joints‚ÄĒanywhere to fuel the demand for out-of-hours drinking‚ÄĒbut Percival Murray‚Äôs nightclub was never part of this druggy underworld. During World War Two, the nightlife aficionado entertained off-duty officers with ingeniously costumed and choreographed cabaret floorshows, and Murray‚Äôs was soon employing a 130-strong staff including classically-trained choreographers, inventive lyricists, celebrated bandleaders, and skilled seamstresses.
The racy and respectable numbered amongst its illustrious roster of members: royalty (Princess Margaret, King Hussein of Jordan), film stars (Jean Harlow), politicians (Winston Churchill), and all sorts of louche business tycoons and shady sales executives. Racketeers like Peter Rachman, who dated showgirl Mandy Rice-Davies, rubbed shoulders with diplomats such as Henry Kissinger. Many showgirls, including Kay Kendall and Gertrude Lawrence, became household names. Not all for the right reasons; Ruth Ellis danced at Murray‚Äôs before shooting her lover, and becoming the last woman to be hanged in the UK. The tragic glamour model Vicki Martin, the peroxide blonde bombshell Carole Lesley, and even the founder of a satanic cult, Mary Ann MacLean, were all once in Mr Murray‚Äôs employ. The long-time companion of the actor John Hurt was a showgirl at Murray‚Äôs. Her death at a young age was the reason for Hurt‚Äôs decision to portray Stephen Ward in the 1989 film Scandal. Similarly, the mother of singer Sarah Brightman was a dancer at the club; this brought it to the attention of Sarah‚Äôs husband Andrew Lloyd Webber who, years later, staged the musical Stephen Ward.
Though the enduring fascination of Murray‚Äôs Cabaret Club is borne out by the attention it has received in the press, in exhibitions, and on stage and screen, all physical remnants of the club apparently disappeared without trace ‚Äď the whiff of exotica extinguished. ‚ÄúThere‚Äôs nothing much left of [Murray‚Äôs] except the legend and memories,‚ÄĚ wrote Keeler, years after the Profumo Affair. She was wrong. In 2014, two albums containing hundreds of costume designs were unearthed at an obscure auction in Surrey. After research, it became clear that this treasure trove, hidden away for decades, was of great value, capable of illuminating the untold history of post-War cabaret in London.
Soon, hours of film footage documenting the floorshow routines in glittering technicolour, as well as hundreds of photographs showing life amongst the showgirls off-premises, were discovered sitting in the archives of major public collections, such as London‚Äôs V&A Museum. Scores of surviving dancers were tracked down and interviewed and their stories have been preserved in the book: of late-night adventures with businessman Paul Getty; and spy meetings held in the club itself by movie producer Harry Alan Towers. Film footage was found that captured Percival Murray and his wardrobe mistress Elsie Burchmore sifting through those very same portfolios of designs that were revealed sixty years later.
First and foremost, Murray‚Äôs Cabaret Club: Discovering Soho‚Äôs Secret celebrates the ingenuity and inventive wit of the costume designers who chose Murray‚Äôs as their stage. Ronald Cobb‚Äôs costumes celebrate the Latin craze that was rife through London‚Äôs dance clubs of the Fifties, and played out through the sambas of Carmen Miranda and mambos of Perez Prado. Visions inspired by the aesthetics of space exploration and sci-fi movies of the period mingle with costumes that predate the style of Cecil Beaton‚Äôs idiosyncratic attire for My Fair Lady and that reflect the glamour of Horst P Horst‚Äôs Vogue models. Naughty nurses, stern-stockinged policewomen, racy Bo Peeps, and women wearing nothing but chandeliers don G-strings that incorporate all sorts of sexual puns from fans to violins. Many of these designs are still covered in glitter and gold foil. Michael Bronze‚Äôs lithe vamps complement Cobb‚Äôs Deco pin-ups. They reflect the costumier‚Äôs dual profession of theatre designer and chic dress designer for London‚Äôs high society. Hilda Wetton‚Äôs ‚Äėfan dancers‚Äô extended a form of entertainment seen at the popular Windmill Theatre to the nightclub scene; historically, the dancers dodged censorship laws that forbade nudes to move on stage by skilfully manipulating a set of ostrich feathers so as to titillate though never reveal all.
The overheads were enormous; at half a million pounds in today‚Äôs money for each show, the club‚Äôs performers were some of the most expensively-clothed showgirls ever to grace the West End stage. Each costume took around 300 hours to construct, and were made by a team of six seamstresses who worked all year round in permanent employment from a workshop on Percival Murray‚Äôs country estate. The extremely elaborate jewelling and ornamentation was intricately stitched by hand. The headdresses were often comprised of thousands of tiny beads or sparkling sequins, and the expense of the fabrics matched the level of craftmanship; for example, only real furs were used. It all made Percival Murray a very rich man indeed. Yet the fleet of Rolls Royces, sumptuous flats in Whitehall and Mayfair, and the country house in Surrey weren‚Äôt to last. The Playboy Club arrived in London in 1966 and was sexier and edgier, though‚ÄĒto Mr Murray‚ÄĒunacceptably artless. The writing was on the wall; the club closed, and the dream ended.
Today, 16-18 Beak Street is a burger bar. Step downstairs to the basement and the waitresses, most of whom were born long after the club‚Äôs closure in 1975, flit between the tables serving the tourists of Carnaby Street. The wood panelling has been whitewashed, resembling the muddy grey of ‚ÄėBombsite Britain‚Äô in the Fifties. Post-war, the West End may have been blighted by austerity, but underground, the oak walls of Murray‚Äôs once shimmered as they reflected the sparkle of costumed showgirls dancing.
Murray‚Äôs Cabaret Club: Discovering Soho‚Äôs Secret preserves the wonderful visuals and is an invaluable resource for fashion students; retro enthusiasts; cabaret and burlesque fans; and professional designers looking for fresh source material.