Lyceum, Sheffield; Lyttelton, LondonWith a jaunty chorus of "Down Among the Dead Men", spivs in bowlers close in for the kill. The executioner's blade slices to the sound of plainsong. Figures with faces covered by gauze masks slither around the stage; a butcher's PVC curtain is splashed with gobbets of blood; the heads of those dear little princes in the Tower are flourished, pickled in a jar.In Propeller's galvanic…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 07:04PM on February 5, 2011