It starts with an unassuming person dutifully sweeping the stage, solitary and intent on the job, momentarily looking out slightly perplexed as he notices there’s a room full of people watching him. He shrugs, smiles and goes about his janitorial duties. In a rustling swoosh, seven broom-bearing others emerge from the wings to join him.
As they go about their mundane task, something singular begins to happen. The brooms’ insistent whiskerings take on an unmistakable cadence, followed by a swelling sonic attitude that makes broom-pushing into a pile-driving, acoustically intense dance concert. Everything ordinary, boring and tedious about sweeping becomes an engaging feat of acrobatics, stage combat, physical comedy, and cathartic ferocity.
