Recalling the orgiastic ritual of Mervyn Peake’s Gormenghast and Maurice Sendak’s In The Night Kitchen, and taking its stylistic cues from the vivid carnality of a Caravaggio, Kindle Theatre’s work in progress is a brilliant, interactively staged slab of grotesque. Cast as the last remaining subjects in an apocalyptic kingdom, we made our way through an overgrown path strewn with abandoned belongings to the court of a fading queen. Here three totemic chefs rolled their eyes, flexed their forceps, and served us up an end-of-days banquet of meat pie, dead crickets, and something slimy and purple which I was called upon to eat with a pair of tweezers. In a final flourish, the tablecloth was then violently converted into a body bag. Perfectly horrible.
The Coachwerks, 4 September