Disruptive behaviour: Tracey Sinclair writes on Elijah Young’s ‘vinegar-sharp’ piece about teenagers in a daytime detention class.
High life: Tracey Sinclair reviews Camasido Club’s ‘glitter-soaked morality tale’ about powerful men and the commodification of youth.
‘Illicit excitement’: Tracey Sinclair on post-industrial working class disenfranchisement in Gary Clarke’s contemporary dance take on the 90’s rave scene.
Sweet and sharp: Tracey Sinclair writes on nostalgia, family and food in an adaptation of Nigel Slater’s memoir.
Comedy over chemistry: Tracey Sinclair writes on an uneven production from the Watermill Ensemble with lacking lovers but plentiful laughs.
Fly me to the moon: Tracey Sinclair reviews Scott Turnbull’s offbeat, cheeky solo show about a lonely astronaut.
A tale of two plays: Tracey Sinclair writes about place, sport and culture in a new play about the much loved footballer and manager.
‘Cheekiness and verve’: Tracey Sinclair reviews Melody Sproates’ debut show, an entirely lip-synced exploration of life as a young non-binary person.
‘Sharpened like a blade’: Tracey Sinclair reviews an intimate, impromptu-feeling revival of John McGrath’s landmark play.
‘Battered but not broken’: Tracey Sinclair writes on a confronting adaptation of Khaled Hosseini’s novel set in war-torn Kabul.
Stark reminder: Tracey Sinclair writes on Abbot Dance Theatre’s commemoration of the women’s suffrage movement.
‘A magic box of delights’: Tracey Sinclair reviews Frozen Light’s tactile, sensory show for audiences with profound and multiple learning disabilities.
‘Sharpness and spikiness’: Tracey Sinclair reviews Katie Arnstein’s nostalgia-laced debut show about a feminist coming-of-age.
Scuttling sand-creatures and killer hairballs: Tracey Sinclair reviews a duo of surreal puppet shows at Newcastle’s Moving Parts Festival.
Who cares?: Tracey Sinclair reviews John McKenna’s theatrical enquiry into Northern Ireland’s political landscape.