Flesh, Assembly Rooms
The Herald, 13 August 1996
Four freshed-faced cockily confident performers in outsized suits strut the stage to the pound and thrash of Andy Cleeton’s clubby soundtrack, eyeing up their gathering audience with measured attitude.
These are Frantic Assembly, the Swansea based company who promise to give you their bodies “for the price of a ticket” for the next 80 minutes. In effect, what you get is a sharp, funny and fearlessly physical exploration of sex, commodification and the politics of the flesh. It may not offer the most profound insight, but Frantic Assembly’s energy, eye for a striking image, and cheekily confessional approach make it a classy act.