At three and a half hours, it is shorter than previous works but is light on all but the most banal meanings. On a dark stage flanked by decks of one-arm bandits, the flotsam and jetsam of the 20th century is portrayed - the perverts and sadists, masochists and bullies. 'Is the decade at the end of the world or another excuse for a party?' is the refrain, as Iggy Pop's Lust For Life is insistently repeated. Athletic young women move their limbs with piston-like precision in marked contrast to the roaring bedlam that mostly engulfs the stage. Two identical twins sit in motorised wheelchairs discussing owls. Finally the cast - presumably bored into oblivion by the pair's droning of Reader's Digest philosophy - turn into a howling mob, and strip and abuse them.
Judging by the number of empty seats at the end, this was one party that much of the audience wished they had missed.