You Me Bum Bum Train is situated inside the next-gen style gallery Mutate Britain - which showcases new artworks across all media art forms from spray-painted plane pieces to a labrynth of peepo possibilities to "Larry" - a firebreathing cyborg who roams the streets of Shoreditch.
We dutifully queued from 5.30pm, handing over our £15 to get a number written on our hand - I was lucky number 23. The entrance to the "play" was a corner-shop style plastic curtain from which the sounds of pumping 80s/90s house could be heard. "Was this really going to be worth it?" we were all asking ourselves. There was certainly a long queue and only 30 places per showing, so someone must be in on the secret.
I think that this play is the nearest I've come to correctly using the phrase "slapped across the face with a wet fish". The performance makes you, the audience, an individual, totally centre stage. You are intrinsic to the plot, but at the same time your very thoughts, emotions and perceptions are challenged. It's funny, smart and not unlike the little plays you used to put on as a child to an audience of your parents' drunk friends (or was that just me?). You're whisked through each scene in non-stop assault on the senses, thinking, "what now?" and occasionally "help!"... I don't want to say too much and give it away apart from that the last performance is on this Saturday 20th. Turn up early to guarantee entry! Do it do it!
Mutate Britain, Cordy House, 87-85 Curtain Rd, London, EC2 3SB
