
A skate park. Open air. Deep sunk curves of concrete like a grey skull. Rails and railway and metal seats frame the face of it – a place of smooth epic peril.

To my mind, the continuing popularity of this play, a staple, is as much about nostalgia and homage to theatre history as anything intrinsic. And that's ok. The production could be better, but, by the time we get to the last act, practically any misgivings are all but forgotten.

MacIvor’s script is chaotic, abstract and at times (one suspects deliberately) frustrating but it does have some very clever moments to it. The story-telling is obfuscatory but the observations on life and psychology are acute.

BLAZE the show, is a culmination of 12 of the worlds best street-dancers and b-boys, and is an action packed 90-minute ride of exceptional talent, rocking tunes and (seemingly) physically impossible tricks, flips and head spins.

Hypnotic, disturbing, and thrilling, this staging of The Rape of Lucrece as a kind of one-woman play with music that will hopefully engross anyone unfamiliar with narrative poetry who’s willing to give it a try.

Mostly acapella, Perfect Tripod treads the line between serious cheese and serious musicianship with plenty of laughs in between.
