Stripping off and slamming around the stage to pumping dance music, Frantic Assembly's in-your-face performance menaces the audience with youth and sexuality. Between dances, the company's four crop-haired clones invent plausible characters from the identikit vocabulary of small ads. Alternating between glib, poetic rap and confessional monologue, they create a perverse present where sex is all and nothing, a commodity governed by the market forces of multiple fetishes. Be warned. Frantic Assembly may offer their bodies for consumption but they spike their sex with a smart commentary on exploitation, prostitution and the hypocrisy of middle class voyeurs.
n The Assembly Rooms. To Aug 31, (not 27)