peddling, Arcola, review: Harry Melling's solo show has a feverish intensity
Into a black gauze cube, Harry Melling drops from the ceiling to a burst of loud dance music. It may only be a couple of metres squared, but Melling will rattle around in this cage effectively, taking us on a journey through London: from so-posh-they're-empty mansioned streets to multi-storey car parks where the down-and-out can kip. It's a journey of self-discovery too for the "Boy", as this unnamed disaffected yout…
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