While Heat magazine and the like hijack our sanity on a daily basis, The Big Sale was a refreshing p**s-take of the manipulative madness of media.
From insidious jingles to ludicrous headlines, from Beckham mania to The X Factor, the seven-strong dance troupe played with the idea that celebrity infatuation is downright weird, consumerism is rampant and tragic news stories become a twisted form of entertainment.
The stage was filled with rubbish a fridge, a broken TV and a sofa and the dancers performed some amazing physical feats, tumbling across the stage, cartwheeling over one another and back-flipping over scaffolding.
They spoke, too, mixing manic salesman monologue, Spanish ranting, morbid confessions and phoney TV presenter enthusiasm.
Routines, although a little rough around the edges at times, were intricate and inventive.
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