Writings

Pina Bausch & Tanztheater Wuppertal - Auf dem Gebirge hat man ein Geschrei gehort - Photo by Ulli Weiss

Pina Bausch & Tanztheater Wuppertal: Auf dem Gebirge hat man ein Geschrei gehort

April 23rd, 2015 by

Stepping into the surreal and beautiful world of Pina Bausch’s pieces is always a pleasure; an experience to be relished. Although for this latest foray into her back catalogue it is a dark world into which we’re plummeted. Auf dem Gebirge hat man ein Geschrei gehort (On the Mountain a Cry was Heard) was created in […]

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Penny Arcade. Photo Jasmine Hirst

Penny Arcade: The Girl Who Knew Too Much

April 20th, 2015 by

Penny Arcade is sitting on the edge of the stage as we enter, dressed in a short pleated skirt and T-shirt, dark tights and shiny black ankle boots, her magenta-coloured hair glowing under the lights. She swings her legs against the stage front, smiles at people she knows, returns greetings, waits for us all to […]

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Brain Lobel: Sex, Cancer and Cocktails. Illustration by James Barker

Sex, Cancer and Cocktails – Points of View

April 20th, 2015 by

Dorothy Max Prior weaves together reflections from Carran Waterfield in Manchester, Lisa Wolfe in Brighton, and artist/facilitator Brian Lobel to Sex, Cancer and Cocktails, an ‘in-home conversation about doing it during treatment’ which was presented at Sick! Festival 2015.  SICK! Festival, which for its 2015 incarnation ran in both Brighton and Manchester, is dedicated to ‘revealing […]

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Ultima Vez: What the Body Does Not Remember

April 3rd, 2015 by

It is now 28 years since What the Body Does Not Remember first balled sinewy fists, put its head down and flung itself sweatily, knees and elbows first, at the sternum of dance audiences. The style it heralded, full of sound and fury, came to be called — sniffily – Eurocrash, and the rest… is […]

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HUNT & DARTON CAFE - Photo by Christina Holton

Hunt & Darton: Hunt & Darton Cafe

April 3rd, 2015 by

Burnished just so by the perfect twilight, Gateway House shimmers silver, like a bolt of bright fish shoaling towards the city. But this is Manchester and the rest of the time, which is all of the time, with only rain and tombstone sky to reflect, it’s a beached carcass rotting down to the ribs. The […]

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