Derevo's surreal show of devil pact is success but lacks emotional tie-in
This article is from 2012.
You can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs, and it would seem you can’t make a Derevo show without making an inordinate amount of mess. By the time the five performers step forward to take their well-earned bow, the stage is littered with more detritus than a Saturday night town centre.
Of course it’s all in the name of art, and although Derevo frontman Anton Adasinsky may be the only one who truly knows what it all means, it’s fascinating to watch. From the blackest of openings, the show moves into more and more surreal territory, with Adasinsky’s devilment rewarded with adoration, then punished with humiliation and torment.
Certain images pack a more serious punch than others, in particular Adasinsky staring wildly into the audience, half-eaten melon on his head, unwound tape for hair, and a sausage cigar, looking for all the world like a deranged wartime general, while Holst’s Jupiter pounds around them.
The only thing missing here, evident in previous Derevo offerings, is an emotional connection between them and us.
Assembly Roxy, 623 3030, until 27Aug (not 13 & 20), 8pm, £12–£14 (£11–£13).