ABSTRACT

Twelve men hang, heads down, from the balcony. Dropping to the ground they slowly press faces, hands and bodies against the unforgiving wall and anonymous cell doors. As the music builds in pace, so the performers increase speed, agility and risk with partner work, leaping into a physical maelstrom of high, twisting turns in the air to flatten on the ground, shoulder high, spinning lifts and Matrix-style fly jumps that launch bodies wheeling through the air, horizontal to the floor …