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This piece is seminal; a filigreed anathema, a chamfered illusion contained within a panoply of emotional gestalts, self-contradictory and yet at the same time, not.
As with most of Dansk's contemporary work the performance begins in
total darkness. The piano (played marvellously by Tristran Howes)
begins the first bars of the score, punctuating the solid blackness
and building to a crescendo until Lo! the stage is awash with
light and the players are revealed. Dansk has used the imagery of the
four elements in his costumery - water as mermaids, fire as the red
phoenix, wind as the flighty angel, and earth as the gigantic maroon
teapot driving a combine harvester and smoking a pipe.
The dance begins, the players nimbly stepping and pirhouetting
around each other, showing the frailty of the sacred bond that is
human love. Then, with the staccato score leading the way, the mood
changes to an ecstatic celebration of the ages of man; the changes we
experience through our lives, sorrow hand-in-hand with joy. Next, the
movement slows to a more languid pace and the stage becomes
tranquility itself. The lead players illustrate the thoughtful peace
found by the meaningful interpersonal relations between each other,
realising their potential for love whilst sharing their hopes and
fears. Unfortunately then, the lights go out and we are shown just
what a maniac crack-smoking giant teapot on a combine harvester can
do to a bunch of sissies on a small stage in the dark. When the last

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of the screaming nancies have been mown down, the mound of dead
dancers is bombarded with Safeway mixed veg from a badger flying
overhead, and the curtains close. The last image we see is,
hauntingly, a huge pile of men in pastel tights being showered with
frozen peas.

This latest piece will undoubtedly consolidate Dansk's position as one
of Britain's most successful choreographers. His meteoric rise to fame
has been especially surprising since a few years ago he was almost
unknown, skulking around his chilly Birmingham flat and living off
scraps of Monster Munch begged from tourists. The turning point in his
career occurred shortly after he moved to London. Changing his name
from Keith Smith to Pierre Dansk and dressing in black, he started
hanging out in underground clubs, chain smoking and snogging other
black-clad spindly and posturing young men. It was here that
he first met his future collaborator Tristran Howes, a posturing
young man dressed in black, chain smoking and formerly known as Paul
"Poser" Stapleton. Success inevitably followed.
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