There is a particular Gen Z manipulation of language that I am encountering increasingly at this Fringe. Words are compressed,…
Rosie Jones has the sort of characteristics that, in considerably darker times, would have put her first in line for…
ZOO Southside’s Main House is a wonderfully generous Fringe venue, a huge wide stage, properly raked seating and not a…
There is something wonderfully unsettling about Paul Coates’ Boy in a Box. This is a single hander that treads a remarkably…
If I had to choose one word for Eat Pray Leave, it would be confusing. ALOK is difficult to quantify and,…
Sex sells. It always has and judging by the sold-out run of ROLEPLAY at Summerhall, it probably always will. The skin-heavy posters…
Sometimes reviewing at the Fringe is difficult. Sometimes you spend half the walk home wondering what on earth you have…
There is something slightly perverse about setting an alarm to go to a rave. Admittedly, Morning Sauna Rave does not start until…
The concert begins and ends beneath the same shining night, Samuel Barber first contemplating James Agee’s stars, Morten Lauridsen returning…
I descended a labyrinth of stairs into the sub-basement of Cabaret Voltaire to find Dan Rath. Red and blue LEDs…