Entering the large, open space, filing into a narrow vertical 'column', confronted by several massive screens, onto which images matching the themes were consecutively projected, was impressive.
To paraphrase one of Cloher's early idols (Leonard Bernstein), 'there are only two kinds of music; good & bad'. Jean & Cloher fall decidedly, on the good side.
There is a whole lot to love about Tripod… their cohesive harmonies, their self-proclaimed nerdy banter and their ability to blend biblical text with He-Man characters.
Contradiction, conundrum, conflict, racism, misogyny and homophobia run through this play like a main circuit cable snaking through a moral minefield of explosive allegation.
Following the unedifying edict that "there's a sucker born every minute", the show skewers the modern self-improvement economy in a piss-take parody of today's 'gurus' and snake-oil salesmen.