Wake review – Irish dance takes a raucous, pole-dancing rollercoaster ride | Dance

You haven’t lived, it turns out, until you’ve seen a blazing-hot pole dance accompanied by a mournful Irish fiddle. Or perhaps a B-boy headspinning to the song of a button accordion. In fact there are a lot of things you didn’t know you needed in this show, Wake, by the Dublin-based theatre company Thisispopbaby, which joyfully explodes expectations of the traditional Irish wake, but captures some of the culture’s soul alongside the high camp and shiny Lycra.

The ingredients are mind-bogglingly myriad: cabaret, character comedy and Irish stepdance, trad folk music and 80s, 90s, 00s bangers, aerial circus skills and audience participation. It’s also an invitation to imagine life’s seismic moments as a catalyst for reinvention, spurred by the coming together of bodies and hearts in the same room.

Having a blast … Wake at Peacock theatre. Photograph: Ruth Medjber

Directors Jennifer Jennings and Phillip McMahon have gathered a talented cast who are clearly having a blast, among them Michael Roberson, a competitive Irish dancer from the US with barnstorming energy and slick technique. They’ve been calling him “the Paul Mescal of Irish dance”, possibly because of his Gladiator physique, except Lucius Verus didn’t have gold briefs and a glitter ball. Many are international artists based in Ireland: world champion pole dancer Lisette Krol (originally from Venezuela) is the most powerful person on stage and proves herself a hardcore athlete in a G-string; charismatic B-boy Cristian Emmanuel Dirocie (Dominican Republic) has a catalogue of power moves and gyrates his pipe-cleaner-bendy limbs in superfast time; while Irish-Nigerian spoken word artist Felispeaks is the sage of the show. The onstage band are tight, with accordionist Darren Roche of the band Moxie, and fiddle player Lucia Mac Partlin on great form.

The ability to ride a tonal rollercoaster that swerves way off the rails, from tongue-in-cheek burlesque to moving a cappella folk, is mightily impressive. Wake is rude, raucous, silly and then suddenly poignant, celebrating all that you can stuff into life, with earnestness thrown out the window. It has late-night festival hit written all over it (if they’re not going up to Edinburgh this summer, they should be), and would be even better in the round, which is how it was staged in Dublin, because what it’s all about is togetherness, gathering; death as a prompt for really living.

At Peacock theatre, London, until 5 April. Then at Aviva Studios, Manchester, 17-21 April.

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