Monday, 24 November 2014

Blackout @ The Hope Theatre

The goal of many alcoholics is the blackout – the point at which drinking leads to memory loss.  But what leads someone to that state?  Why would they choose to self-harm?

This piece of verbatim theatre follows the same structure as the recovery process, beginning with frenzied chaos.  The five performers dizzyingly cross the stage speaking their fractured lines over one another.  It’s confusing, but it reflects the giddy rush of excitement of getting drunk, of not knowing where you’ll wake up after the blackout.  It’s also very amusing – listening to the various anecdotes, it makes you wonder what’s so bad about alcohol after all?

That soon comes.  The next act brings a change of character: violence, abuse, rape.  Here we witness five people struggling to take control, wrestling with denial and deluding themselves until the point of rock-bottom.  Recovery does come, but it doesn’t come easily.  When reality hits, it’s all too easy to switch to another vice.  Sobriety is tough when dealing with life’s tragedies leading to a lack of self-confidence.  Recovery is ultimately positioned as a spiritual awakening: whether having faith in God, some other higher power, or simply finding positivity in humanity.

In fact, positivity is the overall message of Blackout.  This is a play fuelled by hope, presenting an honest, powerful and truthful vision of life as an alcoholic.

However, what it gains in verisimilitude, it lacks in drama.  With the piece scripted entirely from interviews with recovering alcoholics (including lead writer Mark Jeary himself, who also performs), it sometimes feels more like watching an AA meeting than an actual play.  Lighting and choreographed movement do add a sense of theatricality, but mostly dramatic issues lie in the presentation of character, despite some excellent physical and emotional performances.  With overlaying stories, individual characters become difficult to discern and are underveloped – some are far stronger than others.  More so, the characters may touch on tragedy in their speeches, but the overall positive message gives them an air of invincibility.  One character doesn't survive, but he’s quickly forgotten.  Ironically enough for a verbatim piece, the characters feel more like a collection of quotes than human.

On an educational level, though, Blackout certainly works as a thought-provoking piece.  It may be performed in a pub, but I steered well clear of any alcoholic drinks.


Watch: Blackout runs at the Hope Theatre until 6th December.

Saturday, 22 November 2014

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay (Part 1) (2014) - Francis Lawrence

Let's face it, the third book in the series is the worst.  Stripping the story of the titular games, the narrative dawdles in the newly discovered District 13 whilst author Suzanne Collins makes some questionable choices.  Losing what makes the story unique, it just becomes another teen dystopian novel.

Yet again, though, film director Francis Lawrence has improved upon the novel in subtle ways.  Mostly, that's down to the performance of Jennifer Lawrence.  She embodies Katniss Everdeen perfectly: conflicted, struggling to deal with a traumatic past, and unable to cope with the pressures of leadership, whilst remaining strong-willed throughout.  The director has the confidence to simply let the camera linger, her face doing the storytelling.

The decision to split the film in two, though, is perhaps unnecessary.  It certainly allows for a remarkable level of faithful detail, but it does drag with a lack of action.  This is a film of preparation.  Waking up in District 13 led by President Coin (Julianne Moore), Katniss finds herself on the side of the rebels who are determined to use her Mockingjay image as a symbol for their uprising.  Aided by the piercing blue eyes of childhood friend Gale (Liam Hemsworth) and various newcomers (including Game of Thrones actress Natalie Dormer as Cressida), she records videos out in the warring districts to inspire the rebellion.

Peeta, meanwhile, has been captured by President Snow in the Capitol and is being manipulated as a weapon against Katniss; interviews with host Caesar Flickerman (Stanley Tucci) are broadcast across the country to counter the rebels.  This, then, is a war of words - sombre and pensive, with only Elizabeth Banks' eccentric Effie Trinkett providing the slightest dash of comedy.  Where the first films were a morbid satire on celebrity culture, Mockingjay explores the power of media, image and propaganda with a melancholic score to match.  The outcome of that is almost entirely saved for Part 2, so it's impossible to critique this as a standalone film.

This dark, dystopian tale has captured the minds of a generation.  Whilst the plot and characters alone are intriguing, this third film lends a level of visual realism that transcends the fantasy of the novels.  The series may have started as Twilight fan fiction, but this is a far more pertinent narrative than the love lives of vampires.  As Katniss visits the destroyed District 12 or the war-torn District 8, the images have a disturbing sense of verisimilitude.  This could be Iraq, or Syria, or any other modern war zone.  It might be set in the future, but Collins' story is utterly relevant to a society all too used to seeing war imagery across the media.  That's something that Lawrence's film only heightens.

Lastly, a quick word about the soundtrack: buy it.

No really.  You'd be hard-pressed to actually hear any of the songs used in the film but it's more than just a marketing tool, it's also one of the best albums of the year.  Curated by Lorde (and featuring a handful of new, original songs from her including lead track Yellow Flicker Beat), the album is essentially a list of the coolest people in contemporary pop: Chvrches, Tinashé, Ariana Grande, Tove Lo, Raury, Bat for Lashes, Miguel, Major Lazer and more.  There's even a track from Grace Jones.  And these aren't just throwaway singles; the mostly downbeat and gloomy sounds are equally suited to the film and today's charts.  It's a soundtrack as relevant as the film itself.


Watch: Mockingjay (Part 1) is out now.
Listen: The soundtrack is also out now.

Friday, 21 November 2014

One Direction - Four

The long hair.  The black outfits.  The sullen attitude.

In the world of 1D, growing up means acting like rock stars.  And the five-piece boyband have done a lot of growing up over their four album career: from the cheesy escapades of What Makes You Beautiful, to the 80s soft rock of current single Steal My Girl that fittingly wouldn’t sound out of place on the soundtrack to coming-of-age film The Breakfast Club.

‘Four’ sees the boys dropping the 60s inspired pop of their past albums for an 80s guitar sound.  That’s a change that we’ve all seen coming gradually, for better or worse.  Diana was one of the highlights of the last album and the best of 'Four' follows suit.  Yet those who bemoaned the Mumford-esque balladry of ‘Midnight Memories’ won’t find much to enjoy on insipid love songs like Ready to Run, Fools Gold, Night Changes and the Ed Sheeran bore-fest 18.  Too often, the album coasts along on mediocre tracks on which the boys take themselves far too seriously.  You can’t begrudge them for at least writing their own material, but equally you wish they’d lighten up a bit.

And lighten up they do, on occasion.  They might be aiming towards rock stardom, but the music remains grounded in their pop roots and it’s here where the album succeeds.  Steal My Girl is as catchy a lead single as they’ve ever released, whilst Where Do Broken Hearts Go features a pop-rock shout-along chorus, Fireproof takes a more laidback approach with its West Coast harmonies, and Spaces is a typical boyband ballad flavoured with guitars that perfectly represents where the band are currently at.  Best of all is Stockholm Syndrome with its infectious syncopation and driving guitars – as with Taylor Swift’s latest album, it successfully updates 80s pop with a contemporary edge.  That this song (as well as Where Do Broken Hearts Go) was co-written solely by Harry Styles (Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson co-wrote most of the album alongside other pop songwriters) just proves which member has the most personality.  Maybe they should listen to Styles more often?

As the unimaginative album title suggests, ‘Four’ is hardly an original album.  The 80s style alone is nothing new, the opening of Ready to Run is pure Avicii, the guitar lines in Change Your Tickets are practically identical to Girls from The 1975, and Act My Age weirdly combines a hoedown with dub-step.  Other songs often sound like rehashed versions of old singles, but if anything it adds up to the most cohesive and complete 1D album to date.  Yet where Beyoncé’s album of the same name was full of singles, here many of the tracks fail to stand out.

With all the reports of separate transportation, fights and illness, many are predicting the imminent demise of 1D.  They’re undoubtedly best known for their overall brand and their ability to induce hysteria and pant-wetting in young girls rather than their music, but it’s clear the boys wish to change that.  1D may be a tired boyband, but musically they’re just hitting their stride.


Gizzle’s Choice:
* Steal My Girl
* Fireproof
* Stockholm Syndrome

Listen: ‘Four’ is available now.

Thursday, 20 November 2014

Hokes Bluff - Action Hero @ Shoreditch Town Hall

Where are the American accents?

For a show all about American sports and the American Dream, this absence is a strange choice.  It lends the show an air of polite Britishness that is at odds with the brash nature of America the cast are trying to replicate.  It’s one of many oversights that nags from start to finish.

In Hokes Bluff performance company Action Hero attempt to explore the conventions of American teen sports dramas, but seem to have left out the drama bit.  Instead of presenting a traditional narrative, they instead meditate on the troubles and pressures of an underdog sportsman.  This mostly takes the form of lengthy monologues, the action controlled by an onstage referee.  The monologues themselves consist of endless lists of words that sound convincing, but somewhat labour the point.  As motivational speeches, they lack that over the top nature that comes from America’s almost religious devotion to sport.  Instead, we’re lulled into the hypnotic, downbeat mindset of a generic sportsman that fails to excite: from the lack of visual interest, to the monotone delivery of lines.

The use of music is excellent in stirring atmosphere, whether accompanying a (supposedly) erotic changing scene with Major Lazer’s Get Free, blasting out a bit of Rihanna at full volume, or simply providing mood.  Yet Action Hero rely on the music to create emotion; the performances alone are flat and vacuous.  Not even dressing up as a tiger mascot can inject some urgency by comparison to the opening synths of We Found Love.

What’s more, what relevance does this have to a British audience?  Much of our understanding of these sports and American culture comes from cinema, but whilst Hokes Bluff strives to be cinematic, it fails to comment on the clichés these films employ.

There’s certainly some comedy in the piece.  Those endless lists are full of amusing place names and American stereotypes; the referee’s increasingly frenzied motions are particularly comical; and there’s some audience participation that finally adds some fun in a show that takes itself far too seriously.  Yet by full time, Hokes Bluff just doesn’t say very much.  How un-American.


Watch: Hokes Bluff runs at Shoreditch Town Hall until 29th November as part of a UK tour.

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Azealia Banks - Broke With Expensive Taste

Two years after breakout hit 212, some disappointing EPs, a tonne of controversy, countless Twitter feuds, homophobic abuse, failing to turn up to major gigs, and pulling releases at the last minute (seriously, her Wikipedia page reads like a soap opera), Azealia Banks has finally self-released her debut album ‘Broke With Expensive Taste’.  From someone who once topped NME’s Cool List in 2011, there’s only one question to be answered: was the album worth the wait?


There’s no doubt you get tracks for your dollar here – sixteen in total.  Yet what many of the tracks actually consist of is pretty sparse – for the first half of the album at least.  As with 212, her overall style fuses hip-hop with house, but as she raps over beats you realise that that’s…it.  Take opener Idle Delilah: it’s not until the three minute mark that we get the tiniest of hooks, but by that point it’s too little too late.  Too often she leans too heavily in one direction.  JFK, for instance, is a lengthy and repetitive house track with a forgettable rap; whilst the trap influenced Heavy Metal and Reflective is a hard-hitting hip-hop track that lacks that house brilliance – BBD similarly follows suit.  Banks sure does spit a lot of words out (often in impressively rapid quickfire), but does she really have anything of note to say?  That the best track here remains 212 is perhaps telling.  Who else could make a c-bomb sound so cool?

When she gets it right, though, the results are electric.  And those results are most evident in the album’s second half, once all the varying influences finally click into place.  Ice Princess begins with a trap beat, but soon crescendos into a rave-like chorus that (shock horror) includes an actual melody amongst all the sparkling synths.  Soda similarly fizzes, with its bubbling clipped hook that contrasts with its lyrics of loneliness (“I’m trying to hide behind tired eyes, I sigh”).  Chasing Time, meanwhile, is a major highlight – a diss track aimed squarely at her former label, Banks slyly sings “am I chasing time? ‘Cause I wasted all mine on you” over infectious beats and euphoric synths.  It’s by a mile her best track since 212, with crossover appeal between hip-hop circles, clubs and mainstream radio.  Luxury follows, all funky basslines and sexy production.

Occasionally, Banks drops a beat so stonking that you can’t help but take notice: the garage swagger of Desperado, the stomping and aggressive Yung Rapunxel, or the rapid, urgent dance beats of the album’s closing pairing of Miss Amor and Miss Camaraderie.  Then there’s Gimme a Chance that provides an early highlight, its first half pairing record scratching with horn interjections, before erupting with fiery salsa rhythms and a rap in Spanish.  It smacks of an album that lacks overall cohesion, but somehow still works.  If anything this is less an album and more just a collection of her work over the past few years.  It’s been so long, she had to release something, right?

If there’s one song that stands out, though it’s Nude Beach A-Go-Go.  It’s Banks pairing the Beach Boys with the opening credits sequence to an 80s sitcom style remake of Baywatch.  It contains such genius lyrics as “Ram-a-lam-a-ding-dong, surfer Billy, bing-bong” and questions “do you jingle when you dingle-dangle?”.  It’s a psychedelic head rush.  I have no idea what Banks was thinking (or taking) when she wrote this, but at last we can finally hear her having some fun.  For a woman who seems so angry and aggressive, constantly courting controversy, she’s definitely at her best when she lightens up a bit.


Gizzle’s Choice:
* 212
* Soda
* Chasing Time

Listen: ‘Broke With Expensive Taste’ is available now.

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

iamamiwhoami - Blue

If you’re wondering why Swedish electro music is so good, then look no further than the latest release from iamamiwhoami, the musical brainchild of Jonna Lee.

Few albums are as evocative as this.  Waves of icy synths shatter against crystalline melodies and glacial beats.  Lee’s vocal shivers above it all, ghostly and sensual.  These sounds could only come from Scandinavia: expansive and polished like a frosty snowscape, the production flutters like a snowflake amongst deep-seated melancholic darkness. 

This may seem exaggerated, but opening track Fountain is immediately immersive as its arpeggios ripple and crash like waves over your ears.  Hunting for Pearls is glorious, its almost sinister verses building to a widescreen chorus of sparkling melodies.  Much of the album gleams with a glossy sheen (the catchy electro-pop of Vista and the soaring Chasing Kites especially), but there are moments of pleasing roughness.  Tap Your Glass, for instance, features a buoyant, almost tribal, beat; Thin shatters like abstract glass; Ripple has a carnal, rave-like texture; and closer Shadowshow is imbued with mystery and sinuous melodies.  As a whole, ‘Blue’ delivers a consistent tone and mood across its ten tracks that haunts as much as it dazzles.

Lee’s voice is perhaps a little contentious.  This is no criticism of her accent (I can just about count to ten in Swedish), but much of the lyrical content is somewhat unintelligible.  This may act as a barrier to the music’s emotion, leaving some cold, but if anything it only highlights the ethereal nature of Lee’s style.  The music alone is enough to stir an emotional response.

It comes as no surprise, then, that (just as with her previous two releases), ‘Blue’ is a complete audiovisual project with accompanying videos.  There’s no denying these are beautifully and artfully shot, brimming with the icy, Scandinavian imagery that’s so intrinsic to the music.  Yet it’s arguable whether they really add value or depth to the whole experience.  For the most part, these videos simply visualise the abstract nature of sound alone, undermining its evocative power.  It’s unnecessary: the music more than speaks for itself.


Gizzle’s Choice:
* Hunting for Pearls
* Tap Your Glass
* Chasing Kites

Listen: ‘Blue’ is available now.

The Collector @ The Arcola Theatre

Henry Naylor, the writer and co-director of this piece, is best known for his comedy work, having written for Spitting Image as well as prolific comedians like Alistair McGowan, Lenny Henry, Rory Bremner and more.  The Collector is his first straight play, set in 2003 occupied Iraq.

A background in comedy may seem counterintuitive for such a serious subject matter, but here it works in Naylor’s favour.  The hour long show begins with a poetic introduction that outlines various Middle Eastern stereotypes with comic intent.  From there, the onstage characters aren’t afraid to laugh or crack a smile, ensuring that above all they remain touchingly human and compassionate.  The characters may be fictional, but their situations are very real.  As the narrative becomes graver, the closing poem is all the more poignant.

Nassir, the play’s protagonist, is a pro-Western translator working in Mazrat Gaol, one of Saddam’s most notorious torture houses now under American occupancy.  Except life isn’t the American dream he thought it might be – instead the war brings only corruption, torture and a gross breach of human rights.  Caught between his home culture and his desire for freedom, he is left with nobody and is forced into misplaced loyalty in order to save his family, a decision that can only end in tragedy.  Through this narrative Naylor mocks interrogation techniques and the disgustingly sadistic treatment of prisoners. 

However, Nassir is not present onstage.  Instead, his story is told through the monologues of three characters – his wife (Rotu Arya) and two American soldiers (Wililam Reay and Lesley Harcourt).  Gradually we piece together his story through the domino effect from one narrator to the next.  One character describes good translation as understanding the soul, yet Nassir’s plight is literally mistranslated in front of us by others.  His lack of literal voice only highlights the appalling nature of this harrowing tale, like a ghost that haunts the stage.

The play crams a hell of a lot into its one hour running time, but most prominent of all are the convincing performances from the three actors that convey such deeply moving individual stories.  Harcourt’s Foster, the interrogator, is a woman caught in a male-dominant world, her psychological methods seen as weak in the face of masculine brutality; Reay’s Captain Kasprowicz clearly has a heart, but the conflict clouds his judgement and turns him into a monster.  As Nassir’s wife Zoya, Arya’s emotive delivery is heartbreaking: from a bubbly young woman to a broken shadow of her former self, stripped of her identity.

As such, The Collector is a play of horrific human tragedy, beyond the politics of war.  Fringe theatre isn’t just about performing on a budget, it gives an opportunity to present new, concise and thought-provoking works.  Few are as stirring as this. 


Watch: The Collector runs at the Arcola Theatre until 22nd November.

Monday, 17 November 2014

Interstellar (2014) - Christopher Nolan

Nolan has somewhat shot himself in the foot.  We're all expecting a mind-bending, dream-within-a-dream of a narrative in each of his films, but how much further can he go?

The answer is space.  Interstellar is his most ambitious film to date.  And for Nolan that's saying something.

It starts off simply (and slowly) enough.  Matthew McConaughey plays Cooper, an adventurous and free-spirited father and former NASA pilot, living on a farm with his two children and father.  On this near future Earth, humanity is on the brink of extinction, forced into space exploration to find a new home.  Cooper soon gets sent across the universe on such a mission, incorporating worm holes, singularities, time dilation and more.  It's science-fiction to the core - where Inception was a unique concept, Interstellar is based on scientific theory with theoretical physicist Kip Thorne employed to ensure realism.  It's arguably a more intelligent film, its internal logic transcending the film into actual scientific study, though it's equally less entertaining - a cerebral experience rather than an action thriller.

The comparisons to Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey are palpable, not least for the grand scale, but for the inclusion of an A.I character, ground-breaking special effects, often beautiful design, and Hans Zimmer's shudderingly epic orchestral score that quite literally shakes the room with its imposing church organ.  This is a film that demands to be seen in the cinema.  Through its mesmerising symphonic structure and expansive narrative that tackles some demanding scientific and philosophical questions, this is less a space odyssey and more a space opera.

At times, Nolan stumbles over his own ambitions.  He's a director who seems to delight in confusing his audience, the film perhaps purposefully and unnecessarily obtuse.  A post-film Wikipedia search provides a lucid narrative based on sound concepts, but in practice some key points are not always well explained or presented on screen.  The film's climax in particular feels far-fetched, demanding we suspend our disbelief one step too far though it's certainly a clever idea.  The film's major error, though, is in the sound department: through McConaughey's sibilant, mumbling voice and a high proportion of lines muffled by space helmets and/or the score, too many plot points are lost, leaving the audience inexcusably baffled.

Beyond the science, the core story demonstrates the gravitational pull of human relationships across the boundaries of time and space - for all the film's scientific bombast, there remains a huge emotional payoff.  The success of the film, then, is equally down to the performances.  McConaughey plays a convincing hero and Anne Hathaway's fellow scientist Brand is an appropriate foil, plus the likes of Michael Caine and Matt Damon give excellent performances.  It's the superb and underrated Jessica Chastain as Cooper's adult daughter Murph who provides the emotional crux of the film; following in her father's footsteps as the real heroine, her story ensures the film delivers on an emotional level.

Interstellar is ultimately a flawed film: it's not as grand as 2001, not as satisfying as Inception and not as visually powerful as last year's Gravity.  It remains, however, one of the cinematic events of the year.  It's powerful, it's intriguing and will have you googling scientific theory before the credits are over.


Watch: Interstellar is out now.

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

Damien Rice - My Favourite Faded Fantasy

Remember when Little Mix covered Cannonball as their X Factor winners song and everyone despaired?  How dare they!

Now admittedly, the song’s melancholy wasn’t really the right fit for a fun girl band who couldn’t get to grips with the lyrical honesty.  But what this cover does prove is that Damien Rice’s material has always crossed the boundary between acoustic folk and pop.  For all the raw emotion of his music and its folk aesthetic, his grasp of melody and guitar fingerpicking ensured his music was equally palatable for mainstream tastes.

That’s no longer the case.  Eight years on from second album ‘9’ (itself essentially a carbon copy of ‘O’) and Rice has moved on somewhat from his old style.  Where his previous material was intimate, concise and immediately relatable, ‘My Favourite Faded Fantasy’ is a more difficult listen.  Each of the eight tracks operates within its own structure often far removed from simple verse and chorus.  There are multiple movements within a song, with contrasting moods and instrumentation.  It adds a sense of grandeur to his music that belies the intimacy of his past work, often feeling self-indulgent with endlessly repeated refrains.

The instrumentation also detracts from the emotion of the songs.  Where before Rice could sustain a full song with just his voice, guitar and perhaps the odd splash of cello or percussion, here we have full string sections, brass and other orchestral colours.  It may make for a more varied sound, but the delicate torch songs of the past are missing overall.  You won’t find many memorable melodies to guide you through the murk to the core feeling of the lyrics, unlike the immediacy of his best work.

That’s not to say there aren’t some highly emotional and beautiful moments on this album, it’s just you have to hunt for them a little more.  As a more complex work, the honest emotion isn’t as easily accessible as before.  The Greatest Bastard is the closest track to Rice’s old style, performed predominantly on guitar his quivering voice and storytelling take the fore – the “please don’t let up” section in the middle is heartbreaking.  The title track, meanwhile, is a great introduction into this new sound: inspired by the likes of Jeff Buckley, the touching opening lyrics slowly crescendo towards a tumultuous climax.  It Takes A Lot To Know A Man revolves around a simple piano chord sequence that gradually develops in typical Rice fashion, but at well over nine minutes long it would’ve served better in a more concise form.  Towards the end of the album, the tracks somewhat outstay their welcome – they simply don’t have the emotional punch of Cannonball, Volcano, The Blowers Daughter or Rootless Tree.  The impassioned vocals of Colour Me In are the exception.

There’s no doubt that ‘My Favourite Faded Fantasy’ is a beautiful album in places, but the simplicity of Rice’s old material is preferable to this new development.  You won’t be hearing any pop covers from this album any time soon – maybe that was all part of the plan?


Gizzle’s Choice:
* My Favourite Faded Fantasy
* The Greatest Bastard
* Colour Me In

Listen: ‘My Favourite Faded Fantasy’ is available now.

Siro-A @ Leicester Square Theatre

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be trapped inside a video game? 

Japanese show Siro–A gives a pretty good impression, what with its mix of techno chiptune music, futuristic presentation and Japanese references.  There’s even appearances from Mario and Pikachu.

The name translates as “impossible to define” which is apt – this is more an experience than a show.  It’s like a modernised version of traditional Kabuki theatre, the four lead performers in white make-up and jumpsuits combining mime, dance and magic with 21st century technology and electronic beats.  Lights, lasers and projections dazzle the audience in a dizzying display of imagery that ranges from psychedelic futurism, to traditional swordfights out of a wuxia film and kaleidoscopic kawaii characters.  It's beautiful, fascinating and mesmerising all at once.

‘Box’ for instance sees the group catching projected images on handheld slabs and boxes, all intricately choreographed and precisely delivered.  ‘Ball’, meanwhile, is performed in silhouette, combining mime and a projected bouncing ball with hilarious effect.  And that’s just the start.  Dance moves are recorded as projections on a screen and gradually layered in bright, artful colours; western films are replicated through projected words and mime (Frozen was particularly amusing); and the four performers are joined by digital clones as they pop in and out of screens across the stage.  There is even some (somewhat embarrassing) audience participation.

Best of all, though, is a new sequence called ‘Phantomime’, involving video recording, projection and dance in a complex sequence that sees a man enter a haunted house where he is manipulated by a masked spirit.  It’s not only incredibly cool to watch, but reminiscent of fighting some sort of video game boss.  All that was missing was a controller.

The four performers are better gymnasts than they are dancers, though their physicality remains impressive.  And whilst they take their work seriously, there are tonnes of physical comedy moments and hilarious facial expressions.  The real stars, though, are DJ Kentaro Homma and video artist Daichi Norikane – without their incredible talents, the show would lose its unique selling point.

That said, there is nothing else like Siro-A around, however you choose to define it.  It’s an experience full of unique charm that could only come from a group of whacky Japanese performers.


Watch: Siro-A runs at the Leicester Square Theatre until 11th January.