The marriage was a write-off from the first night.
After the plumbers, builders and barristers, comes
the most exciting contemporary art show in town.
Images and sounds, and how they go together,
turn out to be an artistic narrative of a wounded
young man with yesterday’s empties on the ground
or abandoned on windowsills. The music scene
is exploding, the best of both worlds, though
less of a bonanza than expected. It’s no surprise
that boys should rebel and break loose, then
cordon off the other. Adolescent transgression
is a richly painted surface that appears to have
some kind of extra dimension. There are quaint
optical effects, professional struggles with
tragedy, and still one last act to come.
Spurt Splat Thwump Splish. Blessed with
an extraordinary ear and new-found prestige
this is less about the past and more about
the future. Performances begin this weekend.
This is music without…
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