A man appears and sits on a white tiled platform on the side of the stage. From the back, through a red curtain and in a red light, a hunched figure walks down a series of steps made from upturned shoes. He laboriously climbs a platform on which is a single red velour folding theatre seat, and after much effort sits on it. A routine for the non-surgical removal of the brain is played and spoken directly to the audience – vaudeville style. The condensed brain is ultimately blown out of his nose into his hand! A tongue that won't stay in the mouth – despite every effort to push and hold it in, it always slips out. It is cut off in desperation and takes on a life of its own climbing down the wall. An intimate dance of the hands, very eurythmic, with movements more or less synchronised to the music played live on the clarinet. These are just some of the scenes around which David Glass' Disembodied unfolds. It is touching, hilarious, painful, moving, confusing. It could be described as episodic, yet that is perhaps just its disembodied nature. Glass is a masterful performer, highly skilled with the expression of his body. It was first scratched last year at BAC, and this is the first performance. It feels like a piece that is unfolding, in the process of becoming, still young but highly recommendable.