The very idea of distilling thousands of years of human evolution into a two hour performance is itself a critique of the writing and presentation of history.
The New Electric Ballroom is far from an outlandish portrayal of small port-town Irish life, it’s an indictment of cream cakes, silk suits, chit-chat and veneer, and an ode to human pathos...
In their grimy, bloodied hands, Sophocles’ drama acquires an unpretentious, slightly battered and totally compelling integrity.
Found in the Ground isn’t calculated to accommodate the Barker novice, or anyone with a low-ish boredom threshold.
Short, sour and stinging, Slowly pits the seductive rituals of conformity against the risk and indignity of freedom.