Liquid Loft @ Tramway

Parodying eroticism is difficult: since sexual arousal, alongside sneezing, is impossible to deny, most attempts to deconstruct sexuality end up either painfully unsexy or pornographic. Chris Haring's choreography, through the support of Thomas Jelink's lighting and staging, manages both to undermine studied, commodified representation of attraction and retain a bubbly sensuality.

The three females and two males go through various postures, images stolen from advertising, fantasy and cinema: miming to a soundtrack that gurgles and chokes, dissolving erotic stories into inarticulate belches and squeaks, their allure is premeditated and conventional. Slowly, the facades decay, the clothes unwind and their individual stories merge into a single, gentle finale.

Each of the five dancers has their own character: a vamp, an innocent, an enthusiast. Sometimes devoured by their self-regard, constantly presenting their best side to the audience, their preening is almost innocent, despite its sexual intention. Spotlights, a soundscape scattered around Tramway's spacious main arena, the disconnection between the dancers: there is a loneliness at the heart of their manufactured display.

The slow resolution, as they come together for a final moment in the light, is light-hearted as the shadows on the back wall offer up a comic erotic tableau. Heart warming, honest, brave and intelligent: Liquid Loft have learnt the Art of Seducing an audience.