King's Theatre

Steam rises from the grubby basins of the Carnegie Street Steamie, passing up over grand fluted colonnades and out of a window where the stars peer in on a Hogmanay eve, a disco…

An upside-down stag hangs over the stage as the haze rises. The ensemble emerge in black: gothic, shining, latex, dark.

Lullaby dances its way through a hospital waiting room turned uncanny fever dream.