Four performers recite meaningless dialogue over blaring music while a horse-headed mannequin floats overhead. Its meant as an abstract, absurdist exploration of cultural corruption, but only serves as a frustrating example of a theatre company with good ideas they cant quite articulate. Featuring surreal dream sequences, post-apocalyptic navel gazing and discussions of Berlusconis sex scandals, this is an uneven and intentionally confusing mess. Theyre going for Dadaist performance art but lack the clear purpose or the self-mockery. While there are some committed performances, strong images and pleasing visual textures created with repetitive movements, these cant make up for a lack of any real focus. Judging by this show, theres unlikely to be a volume two.

theSpace on North Bridge, until 16 Aug.
tw rating 2/5 | [Dave Fargnoli]