Drawing on Purcell’s King Arthur (1691), Cold Song is a contemporary chamber dance in an alluringly lit, claustrophobic universe. Dressed in black, dancers fold, invert, and entangle. Bodies distort with gun-shot precision, dismantled from personhood, swallowed by drawers, limbs reappearing elsewhere. Marcos Morau creates a canvas where laughter and collapse are tightly scored; even chaos stays under meticulous choreographic control. Crowns worn by all at the end suggest satire, yet leave power in place rather than dismantling it.
Botis Seva's We made a mess!, deconstructs hip hop. Pink costumes recall officers’ uniforms and straightjackets. Lipsynced speech loops; heads bang; energetic unisons replace solitary torment. Expression hovers between childlike joy and a darker, depressive ...
