This 2007 comedy musical features all-singing, all-dancing particles of yeast, swimming on an ocean floor more than three billion years ago. But there are few laughs in a show that belongs back in the experimental petri dish of badly misjudged ideas from which it arose.
It is initially larky as eight figures dressed in green body socks and frou-frou netting emerge from under a white sheet. They might be yeast but they resemble extras from Wicked; one even carries a broomstick, though as an ensemble they also look like ancient prototypes of that show’s flying monkeys.
