The bard celebrates two other fine practitioners of the art, and laments a lost brewer
Powerful depiction of injustice
Killymuck
Underbelly
Bristo Square
Edinburgh
It’s hard to believe Aoife Lennon didn’t write Killymuck and that she’s not actually called Niamh.
Kat Woods’s mesmerising play begins with Lennon, its sole performer, enacting her birth and ends soon after the death of her father.
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