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by Cerise May 7, 2004 -- Royal Festival Hall, Purcell Room, London Rob won't dance…when I say "won't,"
I really mean "doesn't." He doesn't allow himself to. He's not
been brought up to enjoy himself, to sing, to dance or to love. To socialize,
to take drugs, or to like Blacks, Pakis or queers. Until he meets Martin,
who messes with his head… But this stuff is definitely not
throw-away. The social paranoia, moral dilemmas, identity crises, threat
of terrorism, conflict, contradictions and prejudices created on stage
are for keeps. After the final blackout, onto the street and inside the
train carriage, these things are still with us. Every bag, attended or
unattended, a target of suspicion. "Because you can never be too
careful these days." The duo's mutating configurations were joined by a second duet (Katsura Isobe and Stephanie Schober): full of promise, swoops and quirks, but never passion. A quiet ambient soundscape of background chatter and classical melodies accompanied the dancers as they gestured and wove around each other in intricate, unpredictable and unresolved patterns. Like a lava lamp, they formed a pleasantly distracting Morpheus peoplescape, their exquisitely release-tuned fluid bodies only just enough to hold the eye for the piece's duration.
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