The subject of choreographer Kyle Abraham’s new work is clear from the title. Although the dance celebrates the extraordinariness and complexity of lo...
Mr Fruit Salad informs us that Joz Norris couldn’t be here for the show because he’s having a bath but, well-meaning guy that he is, he’s offered to s...
In Final Form, Ange Lavoipierre takes a dark, occasionally absurd and always entertaining look at the different versions of ourselves which we present...
Genevieve Carver and The Unsung present an engaging and unique mix of poetry, music and monologue in this tale of a woman’s journey into the music ind...
My Mate Dave Died is a slickly executed new show written by Michael Alexander with real moments of excellence. It offers an effective juxtaposition be...
On the night I arrive at Lulu Popplewell: The Humble Bumhole she greets the audience at the door with her dog (who’s name, forgive me, I did not catch...
John-Luke Roberts is a master, and in After Me Comes the Flood (But in French) drip splosh splash drip BLUBBP BLUBBP BLUBBPBLUBBPBLUBBP!! he is at the...
Watching Joshua Ladgrove feels like mining the gold seam of character comedy. Known for portraying Neal Portenza, who recently announced his retiremen...
