Whitbread prize-winning writer Patrick Neate collaborates with choreographic mavericks Liam Steel and Robert Tannion to produce a provocative new work. The show combines explosive choreography with words of mass destruction to create the ultimate act of dance terrorism. Violent but beautifully choreographed polemics collapse our safe ivory towers of political correctness, and the audience are compelled to sift through the wreckage to uncover the truth of their downfall in the shards of sound-bites, celebrity and brand recognition.
The writing is fantastic. On the page it comes across less as a play and more like a primal scream about where our society is and the futility of our communication. But in production this was a dance-theater piece by Stan Won't Dance, a really fantastic company and I hate the fact that (unless they remount it) I won't be able to see what they do with it.