Darkness, death and unsettling music dominate this show. The Barbican describes it as an “apocalyptic fever dream about extinction.”
It opens with P J Stanley stepping out of the shadows as a giant white rabbit. He takes off the headpiece and speaks about the death of his cat. Later, Emma Clark will also talk about a death that affected her. We will see film footage of a nuclear explosion. Another film clip gives us toy figures swirling in a mass of water.
Emma and PJ tell us stories set in the desert heat of Las Vegas, where a magician meets a preacher carrying a bible in one hand and a shotgun in the other. This is B movie America with an occasional touch of country music.
Incredibly thirsty, they enter a bar but are told the only available drink is gasoline. A showgirl holding a cocktail of gasoline stands on a balcony looking across the desert at a distant figure that she feels she can erase with the flick of her thumb.
Wearing golden glittery jackets, Emma and PJ will dance like a Vegas show team. A huge white rabbit will appear carrying a large gun that is pointed at PJ.
There is no clear plot in this show. Neither is there any explanation for the dangers we face. Like a dream of random elements from a very dark David Lynch film, it simply conjures up surreal visions of an approaching extinction.