REVIEW: Just Enough Madness & Caught Again in the Net of Rebirth


Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

A baptism of dance, music, and light.


These two performances centring around the theme of motherhood, especially in relation to loss and societal expectations of women, were told through the medium of Indian dance, and both were produced by MILAP, the UK’s leading Indian Arts and Culture company.

The first performance (an excerpt from Gobardhan’s Caught Again in the Net of Rebirth), took a modern street-dance-informed approach to Indian dance. This was reflected in the costumes, which had traditional Indian silhouettes but in a muted colour scheme. The performance was abstract, with the dance reflecting emotions more than a narrative. The piece begins in darkness, with black curtains and liquid-like black flooring, creating a liminal effect like you’ve been transported into a different plane of existence (possibly the subconscious mind of a mother). The music (live singing with prerecorded instrumentals) certainly aided this effect, hypnotically drawing the audience into the symbolic world created by Gobardhan. The bodies of the dancers are abstracted, becoming machinery, weapons, animals, and multiple bodies that move as one. The lighting design emphasises this, creating vivid moments of strength and intimacy (both literal and emotional). What is really fascinating about this piece is that it is made up of several men and only one woman. This is an interesting choice, and is especially potent when two of the male dancers form the shape of a vagina and give birth to another man. Perhaps this is a reflection of how much control that men have over women’s bodies.

The second performance (Ramchandi’s Just Enough Madness) had clearer narrative elements and took an approach that focused on more purely Indian dance. Again, this was reflected through the costuming, this time with the traditional silhouettes being brightly coloured and complemented by cultural makeup and jewellery. In this performance, men are present but are more background players, with the female voice taking centre stage. This is both through the primary mother figure but also through the singing of the grandmother figure, highlighting the generational strain of motherhood.

Ramchandani’s performance was much longer than Gobardhan’s, and honestly, although it was very enjoyable at first, it dragged a lot, especially due to frequent use of repetition. There was a desire for the final release, the moment of breaking free and divulging into madness, but there is only so long that you can stay on the edge of your seat before you fall off it.

A recurring image in the performance was that of fabric and rope. Rope was used symbolically to show the battle that motherhood brings, with the dancers pushing, pulling and tangling with it. Poetry was also a key part of the performance, which, for the most part, beautifully accompanied the dance and music, to show the struggles of motherhood. To quote Ramchandi: ‘Once my womb was a forest alive with light … now I am faded whispers.’

An element that really shone bright in Ramchandi’s performance was the space it allowed for joy and play, with cultural traditions amongst family and community, being placed within the context of the role that women are obliged to play within them. A central theme was pretending to be ok to fit the role of woman and/or mother. This was reflected by the facial movements showing the daily performance that women have to do and the mask they have to wear, as Ramchandi says: ‘Still I smile because isn’t that what mothers do’, which then results in the panicked puppet-like dancing reflecting how women are controlled under patriarchy, as Ramchandi pleads ‘I am no god with arms of plenty’. There is a false end where the woman seems to embrace both the joy and suffering of motherhood and is no longer hiding from either, instead embracing the complexities of motherhood. This would have been a really strong place to end the performance, and yet it went on for much longer than necessary.

Although the themes of motherhood were universal, it would be interesting to know how the experience of someone of the same language/ culture would have experienced the show differently with their gained insight. However, in both performances, the amazing dancing, music, and lighting design conveyed meaning beyond language and culture, to create a vivid exploration of what it is like to be a mother.

‘Just Enough Madness’ and ‘Caught Again in the Net of Rebirth’ were performed as a double bill at the Lowry, Manchester, on Tuesday, 31st March.

REVIEW: OUTHAUS


Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

funny, and zany, with a lot of heart 


OUTHAUS is charming and genuinely funny comedy about protecting green spaces. Switching between a live cabaret show with audience participation, and the backstage drama filled with political conflict and tensions within interpersonal relationships. 

However, a lot of the world of the play left me very confused. There was a lack of clarity about what the setting of the play was – a pub or a green space, or both? -, who the characters were -plants, humans, or animals? -, and the rules of the dystopian world that these characters lived in was never fully established. However, if your ok with a bit of confusion, then embrace the bonkers-ness and you’ll be in for a great bit of entertainment about an important issue.

This play, that is set in an eccentric bar, was quite befitting staged in the charmingly quirky Kings Arms pub in Salford. This added an authenticity to the piece that wouldn’t be found in a traditional theatre setting. However, it would have been great to see this taken a step further, with the piece being staged in the actual bar area rather than a function room upstairs. As for the staging itself, it was wacky and fun: a mixture of garden and tip yard, with planted pots next to a graffitied toilet, adjacent to the glass bottle covered bar, floral wallpaper and a fake grass turf rug. 

The casts performances were high energy, excelling most in their comedic moments. My personal comedic highlights were the unexpected hilariously filthy puppet show, and when they picked on my friend in the audience, popped a pigeon mask on her, and got her dancing on stage. 

Kristoff (played by Joseph Roberts) was a standout performer, with great physical comedy, he was believably camp and fabulous. But he also held the serious moments with an authentic vulnerability. Georgie Cunningham was cheeky yet charming as Gina. Nicola Hardman played Miss Magnolia with passion and ferocity. Kate Carey transformed into such a realistic jack the lad as Dirt Bag. So much so that I didn’t realise that she was meant playing a drag king rather than an actual man. Alex Suzuki delivered a strong performance as Sunny. But he was sadly let down by the script in the second half, when he suddenly went from redeemable to an uncharacteristically sexist, cartoonish villain. 

Overall, the second half was not a strong as the first. In contrast to the campy, satirical nature of the first half, it was far too serious in tone. I understand that this was done to try and hit home the political messaging behind the play, but I actually found that message much more impactful when it was delivered through humour. 

What I do really commend about OUTHAUS is that it had heart. The passion and hard work that went into it really shone through. When doing some research on Tenderfoot Theatre (the production company behind OUTHAUS) I discovered that they are a an ecotheatre company made up of collaborative team of researchers, designers, and theatre-makers. Their mission is to create bold theatrical works about climate change, with sustainable practice embedded into all that they do. With this in mind, I am very excited to see what comes next from innovative team behind OUTHAUS. 

REVIEW: Vogue: Inventing the Runway


Rating: 3 out of 5.

An interesting exploration of fashion runways, but not a very immersive experience


The show started in an odd way, with the audience entering the space via a series of corridors backstage. I thought at first that this might be a reference models entering the stage, but then I was told that other shows take place in this space. So I can only assume that this was just a matter of poor architectural planning.

The show was in a nutshell a documentary about fashion runways, that was then projected across the four walls that we sat in. The documentary itself I found very interesting. It explored the of history of fashion runways and modern day specifical that it has become. The moments that I enjoyed the most was when they explored fashion shows that rebel against their elitist counterparts taking place in back alleys and making political statements. I also enjoyed the exploration of the theatrical runways that were just as much performance art as they were fashion shows. The show did a good job at charting the ever-changing world of the fashion runway and acted as a beautifully stunning archive of some of the industries most iconic moments. It was a great introduction to the world of the runway, accessible to the newbie but also still providing interest to someone who is more well versed in the fashion world.

But despite enjoying the documentary itself. I don’t feel like I gained much from experiencing as it was presented. I was left feeling like I could have just watched it on TV at home. I guess it was a way to be present with what I was watching, similar to that of a cinema experience. But it didn’t feel like it expanded that far outside of that. The different images being projected across the screens just gave me a sore neck from trying not to miss anything. Occasionally an image would spread out upon the floor, but they were only a fleeting beautiful moment. What I have enjoyed from other light shows, was very much lacking here: the interaction between the architecture of the space and the images being projected. With the venue being four white walls, there was no opportunity for this kind of relationship.

Therefore, despite the material of the show being interesting, I am left disappointed that promised to be an ‘immersive experience’, did very little to actually immerse its audience.

REVIEW: ENO: Albert Herring


Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

Camp and hilarious but disappointing visuals


The English National Opera made their Manchester debut with a wonderfully fun piece of theatre. Albert Herring is set in the English countryside of the 1940s, where lustful youth are causing a moral panic for their elder conservative neighbours. The set design and costume of the piece were very simple: naturalistic, period accurate costumes in mild colours and giant wooden boards with interchanging shop signs. This arguably gave the performers a chance to shine, and shine they did with outstanding performances in their singing, comedy, and acting. But also, this visual simplicity drew more attention to the interesting choice of having the stagehands be deliberately shown as a piece of the play, even interacting at times with the characters. This choice was honestly jarring at first, but once I got used to their involvement in the show it helped highlight the artifice of theatre and therefore furthers the overall campness of the show. A campness that I only wish was more reflected in the visuals. Given that May Day (the occasion that the play is centred around) has its pagan origin in wild merriment (drinking, partying etc) it would have been interesting to see how the chase Christian morals of certain characters in the play are in opposition to the very festival that they are parading. This is certainly in the subtext of the piece, but it could have been interesting to see irony more obviously within the play with more clear visual decorations and symbols of May Day’s festivities to parallel the plays decent into moral unravelling. This could have been achieved through props and costume: a may pole, a green man costume ect. I will say though for all my complaints about the costuming, there were a couple of highlights: Albert’s May King outfit which was as ridiculous and uncomfortable for Albert as the whole pageantry it was involved in was, therefore providing some great visual comedy; as well as the local bad boys’ cowboy-esk outfit showcasing the youthful rebellious spirit of the emerging 1950s teenager that many of the characters are so frightened by.

The first half of the show had felt quite slow and like it was dragging. My friend who attended with me is a trained Opera singer, and she told me that as a fan she can appreciate the slow pacing because she is busy admiring the beautifully skilled singing. However, to my own untrained ear, that effect was lost, and therefore elements of the first half just felt repetitive and slow. However, this picked up in the much stronger second half. At the end of the play, Herring’s liberation from moral chastity is greatly cathartic for the audience. With all this purity culture, youth, and repressed sexuality, Herrings wild side in contrast is fun, flirtatious, and daring. Resulting in a fantastic boisterous ending with a surprise moment, a small but bold edit that shouldn’t shock you in this day and age but certainly will. But I’ll let you enjoy that when you go and see the play, which despite my criticisms, I really recommend you do if you want a fun night out that will leave you in stitches!

REVIEW: Marina Abramović: Balkan Erotic Epic


Rating: 4 out of 5.

A hypnotic journey into Balkan mythology


You could assume that this piece of theatre is simply about sex. The title and the sheer amount of nudity would suggest so, but more than that it is an exploration of myth and culture. Where the erotic does appear, it is often hand in hand with death, with real Balkan traditions centre stage, using sexual body parts like magical instruments to fight against the horrors of heartbreak, infertility, and famine. 

The show is filled to the brim with hypnotic traditional dance and emotive operatic music. Although most of this felt placed within lament and mourning, moments of joy and celebration really stood out. The performers were so passionate that the audience couldn’t help clapping and swaying along as if they had been transported back to a family celebration in Balkens. One audience member took this a step further, her body seemingly taken over by the music: she moved in a fashion that seemed to be a mixture of traditional dance and spontaneous joyful movement. Although this was not a planned part of the show, and will probably not happen again, I think it is a beautiful example of the impact that this performance can have on an audience. And it showcases the exciting risk of formatting the show as Abramovic did: having the audience move through the space at their own pace, touch distance away from the performers. Face to face (or in some cases face to vagina) you couldn’t help but be in awe at the unwavering dedication and passion within every movement and sound that the performers made.

The setting and costume felt very gothic and haunting. Traditional wear of dancers in white like appreciations of a Balkan past; bright stars against the vast black walls of the venue. Black and red were key colours across the piece: evoking passion, violence, and death. Concrete was also heavily featured, which felt like a direct call to the Balkans architecture of Abramovic’s youth. Against this backdrop, the passion of the performances felt even more vivid and intense. 

My viewing of the piece is very much a biased one, as someone who is unbothered by nudity the show didn’t have any shocking effect on me (although perhaps that was never Abramovic’s intention). Therefore, I must ask, for a viewer who grew up in sexual repression (much like Abramovic’s own childhood), is this piece a liberation; does Abramović’s work shock you to your core and make you reevaluate your own sexuality? And a question for viewers of Balkin origin, does the use of mythology and tradition in relation to the erotic evoke something ancestral, deep within you?

REVIEW: The Turning


Rating: 4 out of 5.

As the world burns around us, the Singh Sisters offer us music for healing and revelation 


‘As the world burns around us, the Singh Sisters offer us music for healing and revelation 

In The Turning, sisters Rakhi and Simmy Singh beautifully explore our tentative, vulnerable relationship to nature by melding together traditional Indian music with Western classical and folk, using violin, electronics, and their birdsong-like singing voices.  

The simplistic staging, with wooden instruments, fairy lights, and fully exposed laptop- used as an instrument- created an intimate, relaxed vibe. Track Brewing Co – Brewery & Taproom, was a fascinating choice of venue, with giant steel vats of beer, looking like instruments themselves, on full display behind the stage. With the added bonus of a variety of delicious beers to enjoy with the performance, the rustic setting also served to transport us out of the city and into the countryside.  

Through the Singhs’ music, we were taken on an emotional journey, with moments of grounding and mediation transgressing into grief and sorrow that then crescendoed into celebration, with Celtic folk music that transported us to a beautifully riotous ceilidh in an old tavern of yesteryear.

Although they had some beautiful solo moments, the sisters truly shone their brightest when playing alongside one another. Communicating through music, their love and joy for the natural world and one another was magical; their energy was infectious. When they invited the audience to contribute to the song by singing along, the energy in the room was that of collective joy and understanding. They invited us to listen deeply to the music, ourselves, and one another- an experience that took us out of the hustle and bustle of the city and into mountains and green valleys. In this shared space, something ancient was re-lit within us. They then used that primitive connection to speak of the future and radical political change. Throughout their performance, the Singhs explained their influences and process to the audience, siting climate activists who use hope as a means of resistance. The shout out to Greta Thunberg was especially potent with given her current aid mission in Gaza, with her famous speech No one is too small to make a difference having greatly inspired the sisters. Other works they stated as powerful influences were Active Hope by Joanna Macy, as well as Zen and the Art of Saving the Planet by Thich Nhat Hanh.

Overall, the performance was a musical baptism. Inspired by the sisters’ passion and love for nature, we left feeling the blood of ecological revolution pulsing through your veins and a sense of certainty that art is a potent form of resistance against tyranny.