Asking an audience of 5 people (in a theatre that could potentially hold 300) to cheer and applaud for something they have no pre-conceived expectations of is a pretty stupid idea. The group clearly imagined they would be playing to a larger audience. A crowd which would not only appreciate their humble and even remarkable instruments by word of mouth alone, but one which would continue to find delight in clapping for their clever beat-boxing and cheer at their martial arts based slapstick. This is, further to the shows detriment, really not the case.
The Junk Band unravel a hidden trove of talents using amongst other items of abandonment, empty glass bottles, waste paper bins and ceramic tiles. This is not without an incredibly frustrating warm-up in the form of a ‘story’ of how they came about which really only evokes sympathy for their efforts.
Incomprehensible screams and pointless arguments move the story along quickly, creating a tragically poor foundation from which they appear to emerge reinvigorated with the help of a certain bevy of recycled goods.
If you’re looking for a slightly more inspired ‘stomp’, you’ve certainly come to the wrong place. This is no territory for true invention and authenticity. More a trendy stab at forming a pop band that know how to play, yet never hit the big time.
A poor show, which would be awful should it not be elevated by its impressive musical ingenuity.
2/5 
Celia Philips
