A quartet of dancers form a coven-like group that turn the show into theatre. Behind a blood red curtain printed with botanical drawings, their roots snaking and visible, they signify the start of the show with spotlit, contorted wails. Throughout the next 100 minutes, they turn from possessed Victorian cancan dancers on Witch Dance to tender handmaidens during Shake It Out. Ahead of Seven Devils, they drag themselves through the smoke like the girl from The Ring; on the Nick Cave-esque rumble of Daffodil, they follow Florence in a demonic line, hair hanging over their faces, slumped forward from the…
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