Becs Andrews

“The music, like the dance, had an oddly sci-fi quality about it, only the electronic sound of the theremin was missing. The choreography had a similar tone, with the dancers dressed in short black circular tunics, and a splash of starry lighting across the darkened stage. A white silk parachute took on the aspects first of a linear trail or boundary stretched across the stage floor, then a robe trailing outward from dancer Phil Sanger, and finally into the drapings of a tent-like altar” Jaime Robles

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