Carys Eleri walks into the room and you become immediately overwhelmed with the apparent need to tell her all your repressed secrets and dreams. And that’s just stage presence.
Lovecraft is an ode to the science behind the fuzzy feelings when we are enamoured, infatuated, and unhealthily overwhelmed with lust and passion towards a (potential) partner.
Categorised as cabaret, Carys interweaves science lecture and comedy with bursting interludes of song. And boy can she sing. One minute the audience is laughing, pointing to their friends as Carys uncannily describes their own relationship failures, and the next the room is silenced as Carys explodes into song like a modern day love-witch Pavarotti.
The final show of the season, I heavily suggest all time travellers invest in some tickets as soon as possible. And for the rest of us peons, invest a coffee into a good friend who was fortunate enough to see it. You’ll want a thorough description of the night’s events, but ensure you don’t take out any FOMO hostility on cafe patrons.
By Grace Kungel.