- Niki Boyle
- 25 August 2016
This article is from 2016.
A swirling, disorientating dystopian vision, delivered in 'poet voice'
There's a phenomenon in the spoken word world called 'poet voice' (a quick google sources it to an article by American poet Rich Smith in 2014). It's when a spoken word performer, who is otherwise capable of talking like a regular person, afFECTS an oddLY-caDENCED form of e-NUNC-i-A-tion when reading their work aloud – and if you think that was painful to read, imagine having to listen to it.
Your enjoyment of Ronan O'Donnell's surreal, dystopian acid trip of a show (which is not a Terry Gilliam adaption, though it has a similar vibe) will depend in part on your level of tolerance for poet voice. Angus Chisholm performs O'Donnell's heavily-accented, jumble-mouthed script like it's his own, reeling off a Glaswegian take on Anthony Burgess' Droogspeak with ease and fluency. We learn of narrator Doddy's run-ins with 'smugjug' supermarket managers, his best pal Cockroach and Cockroach's bar-dwelling old man, The Malky. It's heady, evocative stuff, though Doddy's stream of consciousness sometimes seems purposefully designed to disorientate, leaving you lost among the swirling flotsam of world war and deprivation. And, of course, the whole thing is delivered in poet voice. If you can get past that though, it's a linguistic delight.
New Town Theatre, 3.15pm, until 28 Aug, £12 (£10).