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.Reuse content