Review: Psychodermabrasion, Jacksons Lane

Review: Psychodermabrasion, Jacksons Lane

Psychodermabrasion gets under the skin. Like, really under the skin. Appearing this week at Jacksons Lane – a gem of a venue just up the Northern Line – it is a pitch black peek into the grimness of youth with songs, slapstick and more than the occasional...
Review: Red Bastard, Vaults Festival

Review: Red Bastard, Vaults Festival

People talk about the politics of fear. They talk about the economics of fear. But few really talk about fear as the ultimate stage device. A device that forces the audience to look both around the room and within themselves. One that instils a psychological and, in...
Review: Doctor Brown’s Because, Soho Theatre

Review: Doctor Brown’s Because, Soho Theatre

It’s the end of the show. There’s no-one on stage but it’s not empty. A slice of white bread with Nutella spread on it has been pressed into an abandoned yellow crash helmet. Viscous clear drips like errant cum are splashed around the wooden floor. There’s a pile of...