Return of the Frost Kid Gang:
2 DEEP 2 DESOLATE
Friday 8 December 2017
It has been Christmas Day for almost 23 years. Across the winter wasteland, we huddle against the ice winds. Bellies churning with brandy butter, the only food we can scavenge now is curdled egg nog and mini scotch eggs. Our houses, crumbling under the relentless frost, have been fortified with fairy light razor wire and lawn ornament barricades. Our only warmth comes from the many layers of novelty jumpers and Disney socks. This is how the world ends: not with a bang, but with a Yuletide; the big crunch as the Nativity is reversed and sucked back inside.
Little Jimmy Biscuit marches, determined, on through the snow. The wrapping hangs in tatters from the coffin he drags. He checks his watch, the watch he is gifted anew every single day, now keeping its own eccentric time, and pushes on. He is making his way to the great cave where the Tinsel Spider nests, where he will navigate his way through the labyrinths of holly wreaths, marshmallows, and stilton — where he will plead for Santa’s death, so that Spring can come….
Will YOU join the Frost Kid Gang for their most dangerous mission yet? Do YOU have what it takes to stare into the blazing black heart of XMAS and survive?? Can you lend your skills to the Frost Kid Gang to save them, save yourself, save the world???
ANATOMY is a quarterly live art cabaret based in Edinburgh’s Summerhall, featuring astonishing work in dance, sound, costume, movement, spoken word, film and more from across the UK.
WITH Alima Askew and Lewis Sherlock, Philip Bedwell, Stephanie Elaine Black and Daniel Kutinsky, Rebecca Green, Markee de Saw and Bert Finkle, Xelís de Toro, and Yol.
PLUS tinsel and terror from your titittitittilating hosts, Ali Maloney and Harry Josephine Giles.
AND British Sign Language interpretation throughout from Yvonne Waddell.
For more information on the acts, read on:
The Lustration of Vacuumous
Alima Askew and Lewis Sherlock
Our annual Christmas vacuum mass is now cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances. These circumstances being: The ‘highly anticipated’ latest nostalgic fad - Carpbeat 12K’s fierce, suction-less, advertising campaign. Not only have they desecrated our dustiest of ceremonies, they have ensnared our devoted Dysonians and have forced us to forfeit our venue. We are disgraced and can only pray to our Lord Holy Hoover to deliver us from this disingenuous fallacy of cleanliness. We leave you with our favourite hymn to remind you of the Sanctimony of Suction and the Virtue of Vacuum.
All thing bright in Vacuumous
All dust mites great and small,
All things bright and dustable,
The hoover sucks them all.
Each little hand held vacuum,
Each dyson ball that sings,
He made their suction powerful,
He made them dusty kings.
F @lewissherlockartist @alimaalulaaskew, T @lewisjasherlock, I @velvetvacuum
Using lace, body, blood and ashes. Philip seeks to show the secrets we hide behind. Our masks to the world, which belie our true nature. Philip questions the protector and warriror, questions our connection to nature, how time changes us all and how our perceptions of self change too.
F @philip.bedwell, T @philipbedwell1, I @lyingprone
red, red, red
Stephanie Elaine Black with Daniel Kutinsky
Are there any special requests this Christmas? And by the way - who are you asking?
A sound -based performance exploring the rituals and customs of Christmas. A fast-paced tangled choreography between electronic sound and performance. Capital wrapped up in a red bow. The Vermilion bird on fire. The rejection of a white’ Christmas. The blood on our hands.
Three Short Films
“Feral Children Raised By The Quadrupedal Ruminant Mammal Ovis Aries”
“To All The Men I’ve Loved Before -Fuck You”
Markee de Saw and Bert Finkle
They met in Berlin in twenty nine. An ingenue and a lothario. He has intimate tattoos. She has scar tissue.
No, they met in Jerusalem eight years earlier than that. He dragged tourists round the sights of antiquity while she played chess against the rabbis and the mullahs for money. They say she won her voice from God.
No, they met in a dream and continue to argue over which one is the dreamer and which the vision.
They are a musical duo act piecing spoken word, music, voice, musical saw and performance to tell their stories.
F @desawfinkle, T @deSaw&Finkle
Til the cows come home
Xelís de Toro
This is the struggle of the performer to find themselves, which can only happen after the wait, struggle or search takes place. A musical on one note, a dance of many movements, continuing until the cows come home.
An xmas junk exorcism. Christmas trash turned into instrument, broken fragments of seasonal songs, ritual yelling, noise and damaged language celebrating or cleansing, depending on your point of view. What does it feel like to be a christmas jumper. Contributions of xmas junk welcome.