Review: The Book of Mormon at Wales Millennium Centre – Praise be, it’s gloriously bonkers!

If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if a Disney musical got sloshed, lost its filter, and then crashed into South Park at full speed—look no further. The Book of Mormon has descended upon Cardiff like a caffeinated angel with a cheeky glint in its eye, and hallelujah, it’s an unholy riot.

From the very first overly enthusiastic “Hello!”, the show launches into a whirlwind of sparkly chaos, theological tap-dancing, and jaw-dropping one-liners that somehow manage to be both deeply inappropriate and weirdly heartfelt. It’s a spiritual journey—if your idea of spirituality includes swearing, singing about frogs in toilets, and asking God some rather pointed questions in song form.

The cast is tighter than a Mormon’s tie knot, the choreography is so snappy it might actually convert you, and the satire? It’s sharper than a missionary's parting haircut. Adam Bailey brings pristine vocal pipes and chiselled charisma to the ever-eager Elder Price; Sam Glan is an absolute delight as Elder Cunningham, his comic timing and awkward charm landing every punchline. Nyah Nish’s Nabulungi is a revelation—her voice soars with such soul and power it could part clouds. And Rodney Earl Clarke as the General? Completely scene-stealing. Utterly outrageous, utterly hilarious.

Yes, it's outrageous. Yes, it's offensive. And yes, you will laugh so hard you may briefly forget your postcode.

This is musical theatre turned up to eleven—with glitter, gospel, and more innuendo than a hen do in Barry Island. Bless the writers, the performers, and frankly anyone who approved this madness. You’ll leave with a smile on your face, a spring in your step, and a tune about Uganda stuck in your head for the rest of the week.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐- Would absolutely convert (again)

Grab your tickets while they last at The Wales Millennium Centre Website here!