SUB starts with an explosion of thunder in the dark. A lonely figure dances in a soft circle of light, topless and wearing an army greatcoat as a kilt. The tension in Michael Gordon’s string quartet, Weather One, increases in intervals of turbulences, but every section that seems to escalate to the climax, calms down and brings about a new, even more intense phase.
SUB is a train that starts to go and just keeps on running – well-organized juxtapositions of chaos and order, storm and calm, which leave you on the edge of your seat. The piece is set for seven masculine dancers, reminiscent of gladiators in the battlefield, exploding of testosterone, strength and elegance, and sprinkling a pinch of skillful capoeira, with high speed and precision. They are haunted, perhaps traumatized, by an invisible enemy, and the light plays the role of a ‘force majeur’ by metamorphosing their surrounding and their look. The seven men dance for all they are worth, taking risks with their own force and in last-minute catches.