Love does a tab of acid and tells us everyone lies. Slip the tongue; too much fast food. Avoid mentioning dips in mood. Youre a slut, but hey, youre young. FUCK POSTMODERN. FUCK POPULAR CULTURE. FUCK TALKING ABOUT IT. FUCK ANYONE YOU LIKE. Rough is epic. Its an epic about creating epic, living epic, being epic. It sounds like electro, tastes like cigarettes, feels like cold concrete under bare feet and sees this town with filthy eyes.
WINNER OF THE 2009 FISHAMBLE NEW WRITING AWARD.
ROUGH was originally developed as part of Project Brand New in 2008
“Crucially, though, Dyas recognises suicide chic and Kane idolatry as a pose itself, watching her performers through picture frames and a catwalk show of costume changes, enswirling them with music, and ultimately concluding with an optimism that sadly eluded Kane, nicely giving us the rough with the smooth.” – Peter Crawley
“Rough is a tone poem riff of a play by Grace Dyas, dipping, dodging, repeating phrases, swimming in the same stream of consciousness sea as Frisco beatnik poets, ripped up Cosmo past issues and Brendan Behan.”
“The entire piece feels like a flashing, sobering realization, a single moment as a girl catches herself in the bathroom mirror at a club just as the surge of alcohol subsides, the music dims to a thrum, and just at that second, as she watches a bead of water drip down her cheek, she realizes she doesn’t feel anything, anything at all. Images like this only come from powerful performances which Roxanna Nic Liam and Aoibhin Garrihy deliver.”
“It has a lyrical force, an urgent rhythm, provoking and exploring words to the hum of feral impulses writhing beneath female layers. If ever there was a post-feminist, coming of age portrait of women in search of lost identity through all the wrong ways, this is it.” – Broadway Baby.com