And here's the Express:
A TV Dream come true
Paul Callan - Daily Express - gives the show four stars
Joseph started life as a 15-minute pop cantata performed by the pupils and orchestra of a london school and was the second work of ALW and TR.
It has achieved a certain vintage status, so much so that its easy storyline and lively music is a favourite with amateur groups and schools.
And last night it burst back on to the London stage with immense energy. gaudy colour and a just reminder of how talented ALW and TR are.
However, it was not without its problems. After just six scenes there was an abrupt halt to proceedings and the audience had to wait for eight minutes while stage hands dealt with the 'technical difficulties'.
But the night did give us an introduction to a new talent - Lee Mead, the 5-year-old Essex boy who won the ADWD contest to find a new Joseph.
Having never watched any of these trial-by-criticism affairs, his performance was seen with totally fresh eyes.
He has a great talent and will go far. His voice is clear, firm and convincing.
And there were moments when the women in the audience went into sensual overdrive when almost all of his clothes fell away to reveal a beefy physique. The squeals could have been greeting a member of the Chippendales.
Considering that the plot line comes courtesy of Holy Writ, Messrs Lloyd Webber and Rice have clearly recognised a good yarn when they see it.
Based on the Biblical story from Genesis 37 it is a story of sibling rivalry and how Joseph, one of 12 brothers and his father's favourite, is bundled off and ends up in Egypt.
He comes to Pharaoh's attention when he starts interpreting dreams. One nightmare is revealed as meaning seven years good harvest, followed by seven years bad. It all comes true, Joseph lands a top job and he is then reunited with his brothers. Simple plot, good characters - all courtesy of the Bible.
Mr Mead has a fine musical voice - although some of his phrasing would benefit from some more polish but this will come with experience.
There were, however, problems with the widely varying intonation. Various singers - including Preeya Kalidas as the narrator - often went wildly off key. One could not help but observe that the mechanised singing camel managed to stay in tune, unlike some members of the cast.
But, for me, the show was really stolen by Dean Collinson as Pharaoh - which he did in the memorable form of Elvis Presley.
I was still laughing in the taxi going home at the memory of Mr Collinson, in his white, bejewelled Elvis gear, standing on the edge of the stage and saying: "Uh-Uh-Uh". The theatre just fell about laughing.
What a nice man. 
Ah well, I'll crash Youtube with the rest of you later! 
