The charm of Eight Hands, beyond the obvious talent of the participants, was as a striking demonstration of the versatility of the piano, with radically different attitudes and processes creating diverse musical experiences.
Sylvia Cornes certainly looked the part of Rickie Lee Jones with a sheer black mesh dress, a top hat with feathers and bare feet.
With the world struggling to find a new norm in these ever-changing circumstances, never has the phrase “the show must go on” been more apparent.
Yes, the bodies you see are perfect specimens of sculptured sixpacks and biceps you could walk over and get at least 2000 steps in. But they are muscles moving bodies in marvellous ways. These boys can dance and every movement is potent.
This is a production of which any director, cast and theatre company should be proud.