As we approach midnight, however, the conference dissolves, the audience gets monogrammed “Snuggies” to wear, and we step into a surreal, dreamlike night journey, where the Arts Centre itself speaks to us, where swamp creatures roam and paintings come to life, and where the logistical nightmare of making a show of this scale at ACM is comically exposed.

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The last part is as bizarre as any of the surrealist physical theatre in the show and involves an extended sequence (which seems to use verbatim email exchanges between artists and ACM staff) that re-enacts the ordeal of removing an Alice in Wonderland puppet exhibition from the Arts Centre foyer.

The saga of the vitrines (glass display cases for the puppets) unleashes a Kafka-like maze of bureaucratic absurdity – and perhaps in a sign of things to come, shows how inseparable work and rest can be – right at the point where sleep deprivation starts to bite. It’s like a lucid dream, and the piece only gets more hallucinatory as the wee hours start to stretch toward dawn.

8/8/8: Rest does have mercy on us. A beanbag-strewn sleep and meditation space has been arranged so you can nod off if you desire, while insomniacs can party at an impromptu rave, elsewhere in the building.

There are longueurs, of course, but this is an intricate and provocative investigation of how we approach the third of our lives we should spend asleep. It’s also a triumph of site-specific performance. This is Arts Centre Melbourne as you’ve never seen it before: an iconic ugly duckling, dreaming it’s a swan.
Reviewed by Cameron Woodhead

THEATRE
Collaborator ★★★
Daniel Kitson, Lawler Studio, until June 23

Full disclosure. I performed in this show and may have a conflict of interest. My part was small, it’s true. I only had one line: “Wankers!” and you might think that isn’t much to work with, but I really inhabited the role! It was a strong showing. Primal. Almost a tour de force, if I can say such a thing without raising the suspicion of false modesty.

I did have an unfair advantage, of course. Theatre critics? We’re just so accustomed to dealing with that level of nuance. A gift of a line in the right hands, “Wankers!” and it’s easy to speak from the heart when you’ve suffered workplace exposure to questionable levels of audience participation for years.

It’s the theatrical equivalent of asbestos, requires proper handling and my cameo was deeply felt, as I’m sure the rest of the 170-odd strong cast of Collaborator would agree.

Stand-up comedian-turned-theatre artist Daniel Kitson hates audience participation as much as anyone, so the perverse bastard has gone and written a play about it with up to 200 parts.

Collaborator moves beyond critique and comedy into a style of experimental participatory theatre that creates an instant sense of community.

Each part has its own script, handed out among spectator/participants at the start of the show and, although you can elect a non-speaking role if your aversion is total, there are so many roles to fill that everyone is basically coerced into joining the debacle.

Fear not. Most parts are micro, and you might get a chance at a scripted heckle, or to show off your Daniel Kitson super-fandom, as the play unfolds.

There’s only one named role, Kitson’s antagonist Keith, played by the first audience member dragooned into assisting. Keith is a reluctant collaborator, and he’s not alone in his ambivalence.
Incessant interjections, often making a problem of the play’s dubious gambit, keep deferring “the start of the show”, and Kitson soon has a rebellion on his hands, with Keith leading the charge.

Collaborator may be a touch anaemic as a critique of audience participation, though it raises many issues: power dynamics between performer and audience, questions of consent and implied consent, its use in stand-up comedy and the commodification of schadenfreude, the potential for exploitation and so on.

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What it doesn’t acknowledge is that audience participation is the norm in many performance traditions; that sitting down in polite silence to passively watch a play is a style of theatre influenced by class and culture and history, and even that tradition is more honoured in the breach than the observance.

It probably spends too much time pre-empting criticisms (including this one) to delve too far into the philosophy and ethics underlying a complex, hugely variable aspect of live performance, but it’s fun. Kitson is a fun wanker, and it’s amusing to watch his self-reflexive wit ping-ponging through the audience as each of us gets a moment in the limelight.

In the end, though, Collaborator moves beyond critique and comedy into a style of experimental participatory theatre that creates an instant sense of community – a neat antidote to the fear and loathing audience participation can inspire.
Reviewed by Cameron Woodhead

MUSIC
Kirill Gerstein ★★★★
Musica Viva, Melbourne Recital Centre, June 11

American pianist Kirill Gerstein makes an interesting study in the push-and-pull between introvert and extrovert elements in pianistic performance. Returning to Australia after five years, Gerstein still projects a quiet gravity as he quickly acknowledges applause and then proceeds to pour out music with his own unique brand of thoughtful pianism.

In this eclectic program predominated by dazzling romantic favourites, there were plenty of calls for extrovert showmanship that were met with varying degrees of intensity. Opening with Chopin’s Polonaise-Fantaisie in A-flat major, Op. 6, Gerstein seemed more at ease in its grand, mystical opening than in its ensuing passionate stream of consciousness.

Fauré’s late, intensely personal Nocturne No. 13 in B minor, Op. 119, with its many well-rendered shadings of colour and texture, also sat well with Gerstein’s intellectual inner world. It was preceded by an equally thought-provoking contemporary take on the French master’s music: Après-Fauré No. 3: Nocturne by jazz pianist Brad Mehldau.

Poulenc’s extremely varied Three Intermezzi underlined Gerstein’s chameleonic versatility, while Liszt’s Polonaise in E major, S. 233 No. 2 left the audience in no doubt as to his pyrotechnical capabilities. Combining just the right proportion of military swagger to romantic swoon, here was a masterclass in technical and expressive control.

Similar accolades were merited for Schumann’s Carnival of Vienna, Op. 26 that concluded the official program. In between came a slightly studious account of Chopin’s Fantaisie in F minor, Op. 49 and Liza Lim’s specially commissioned Transcendental Etude, with its poetic transcendence alluding to the plight of Iranian women through a sound world of overtones and nervous, knotty textures.

Two encores, Kreisler’s Liebeslied Waltz arranged by Rachmaninov and Chopin’s Waltz in A-flat major, Op 42 had Gerstein in a more relaxed, show-off mode, sending the audience away happy but still pondering the multi-faceted nature of Gerstein’s art.
Reviewed by Tony Way

MUSIC
OneFour: The Get Back Tour ★★★★
Rising Festival, Festival Hall, June 8

On the left of the stage, a sign stating “Welcome to Mt Druitt” sits behind the beat-up, graffitied front end of a car. A short film plays scenes of individuals fleeing the police, of burning buildings, men throwing cash in the air and a mob holding burning sticks. The crowd has their phones poised and ready to capture controversial rappers OneFour as they burst on stage to deafening cheers.

Formed in 2014 in western Sydney, OneFour are praised as pioneers of Australian drill music, a subgenre of hip-hop noted for its minimalistic production and explicit lyrics akin to gangsta rap.

It’s rare for the group to tour, in large part due to long-term issues between the group and authorities – in particular, the NSW police, which have claimed their material can incite violence.

The issues – and the impact on OneFour’s commercial success – is well-documented in the 2023 Netflix film OneFour: Against All Odds. Even the group’s founder, Jerome “J Emz” Misa, expressed his apprehension about their Rising Festival gig going ahead.

Performing at Rising were three members of the original group: J Emz, Spencer “Spenny” Magalogo and Salec “Lekks” Su’a. Current member Dahcell “Celly” Ramos was recently charged over an alleged knife threat and former member Pio “YP” Misa (J Emz’s brother) has become an ordained priest.

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J Emz leads most of the crowd engagement and storytelling across the set. The crowd turns on their phone torches, illuminating the space as he performs Heartless solo, a softer ballad that was co-written with YP. “You guys know the situation,” he says in his introduction. He later dedicates Welcome To Prison “to those incarcerated right now”.

Due to their limited performance opportunities, you could tell the group gave their all to make the most of it. Bounding across the stage, they spit impassioned lyrics that document inter-gang postcode tensions and the members’ own hardships and religious upbringings.

OneFour’s ongoing struggles to overcome the barriers of race and class ingrained in Mount Druitt’s social fabric are evident throughout their show: in the gunshot sound effects from the onstage DJ, in the screen’s content with images of violence as well as the lyrics of their music. Even J Emz mentions at one point “we’re not making it out of the trenches”.

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The final song’s arrival felt a little abrupt and without enough warning from the group. The inclusion of softer songs like Heartless and Welcome To Prison showed their emotional range, but the lyrical content could feel a little one-note, as did the maintained high intensity of the rest of the set. However, OneFour’s rawness is part of their appeal.

To say that their music incites violence in its listeners is reductive to those who live with these experiences every day. Their audience engaged with the performance and then left the gig with minimal fuss.

Throughout the performance, there’s a strong sense of community. The group’s crew is often side of stage, filming them and the crowd.

When the final song, Spot the Difference does come up, the crew members join them in the centre as the crowd jumps so hard that the floor vibrates.
Reviewed by Vyshnavee Wijekumar

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