By Kim O’Connor
Inventive and engaging moments of contemporary dance held together by flat, collage-like interludes. The dancers’ movements held by the camera in images that replicate the real, but not entirely. Held in the eye of the audience by pulses of lighting and the blinking flash of the camera for a moment in which the dance becomes freeze-frame.
Held, Australian Dance Theatre’s latest production, is an experiment in the visual potential of contemporary dance. Throughout most of the performance, a camera follows the dancers’ movements and relays images from the floor onto screens at either side of the stage. Lighting is manipulated to cast shadow and moods of colour, so that movements are variously obscured or highlighted. The dance is sharp and distinctly unromantic, even when the choreography invokes traditional steps.
Held is an interesting concept that relentlessly demands the audience’s attention. Some of its ideas are sharp and humorous observations of our visual, sexually coded culture. At times, though, it is in danger of becoming as empty as the purely visual can be and the images of the dancers begin to look worryingly like a Benetton advert.
Russell Howard, recent star of Mock of the Week, is infectious. With a super-elasticised, improvisational mind and massive enthusiasm, his show was superb.
(or how to have a good study break date)
It’s electrifying...and soft
This unique species seem to breed only in the highly charged, competitive and testosterone filled world of University Sports. For the most part, they can be found loitering outside the back of the Union on a Wednesday, proudly wearing their red and black jackets.
In between spay-painting small horses with swastikas and sniffing glue the youth of today still like to chew the fat from time to time. Unfortunately the cretins have adopted a bizarre type of new-speak which can leave “me-mans” (myself and some of my close friends) “well vexed” (Perplexed, Peeved). That’s where the Urban dictionary comes in. With this peer monitored compendium of British and American slang you can find out what the little twazocks actually said to you before you walked off full of impotent rage and self loathing. Yay. To elaborate. After hearing a rap-tune recently I heard the word “skeet” a term with which I was unfamiliar. Consulting the Urban dictionary I discovered that skeet is a verb that describes, “Bustin’ a nut in a skizzles grill” or, the act of ejaculating onto a woman’s face. Other notable explanations submitted included the rather quaint: “To drop a banana item in Mario Kart 64, thereby causing a trailing opponent to slip on it and skid out” and the colorful “Something I would love to do on the Olsen twins. “The real fun lies in contrasting the Neanderthal with the surely mock-serious entries. Of course some helpful souls point out the real meaning of the word (something to do with clay pigeon shooting) but it is all done very tongue in cheek. A running dialogue on the site led one poster to claim it was a word which White people only heard about from the comedian Dave Chapelle. This in turn led one of his fellows to inform us that it is a completely fictional word invented by black people because they needed something to do in between collecting welfare cheques. As if via osmosis the stupidity seeps into you brain and you can impress the Gs in your hood with your newfound knowledge and/or prejudices lest ye be merced by your in the know peers.
Jangly, mesmerising future folk guitar that undulates from the Cardiff-based pseudo-scientists specialising in lyrical one-liners. Complemented with soft touches of synthesiser that really does transport you into other galactic realms. Not necessarily the most memorable of twee-pop nuggets but certainly an intriguing listen with its optimistic layered vocals cooing.
Scrummy electropop brilliance: this Brazilian sextet are doing the wise thing in re-releasing a great tunethat fell under the radar back in August. And, oddly enough, it does exactly what it says on the label, makes you want to go out, make love and listen to Death From Above.
As a fan of Arcade Fire, I really want to plug this single. But Intervention is not very good, sounding more like a hymn than their angry selves. There are better tracks on the album Neon Bible, so buy that instead. Or see them live.
Mariam Bashorun and Leah Eynon review the celebrity designed clothing lines invading the highstreet
Andy Tweddle studies the state of monogamy and wonders if such a thing is possible in Cardiff’s gay scene