Easy lies the head that sees Holdren’s ‘Henry IV’
The primal hum of a didgeridoo reverberates across a dim, silent stage. A steady beat joins it, then lyric strings and wailing pipes. The music intensifies, hanging in the air, urgent and breathless. Before even a word is uttered, it is clear that this is not a purely intellectual interpretation of Shakespeare — this is the Shakespeare you feel in your gut.
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