Had enough of the hubbub, consumerism and constant mindless distractions of the city? Longing to be inflicted with the constant aggravations of it’s solitary, stressed-out, flat dwelling 30-something characters? Look no further.
Armed with only a mattress to repetitively fall flat on, (yes, it gets old) irritating and passionless character portrayal which gets harder to follow as time goes on, and one dizzyingly heavy looking monitor each, the 6 protagonists forge a place for themselves in a surprisingly large venue for their show, using digital animations of the crowded and intrusive environment they call home. That’s right, the city.
Addicted to the internet because you can’t face social pressures? You must live in the city! But hold on there, weirdo who watches the literal matrix, don’t urinate in a plastic bottle like it’s some kind of social commentary on mental deprivation. Bedsits have toilets too, don’t you know. Ok, so you’re isolated. You live in a cramped apartment, afraid of exposure to British weather because it’s really just a reminder of how bleak your life is without any form of reflection but self-pity.
Call this entertainment? Try looking out of your window for a real 5 star show. You can’t help it but to get bored, bothered and a little bit creeped out. Though the reason why is not too clear.
Yet here we go again, the same old rudimentary dance moves performed with the zeal of a military drill. You can sense a strange familiarity of irritating characters combined with dreadful trance music. It’s depraved. And not in a healthy masochistic way where we pat each other on the back, go home and watch Simpson’s repeats with take-out, oh no. It’s achingly lonely out there on those pixelated streets, where everyone wears clothes from Gap and thinks they’re funny just for being. But they’re not. Once you’ve seen this, unlike them, you won’t be roly polying around for the hell of it.
3/5 
Celia Philips
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