Adorning these muscular, punchily scenes – often just two-handers – is the voice of a chorus-like entity, with lines shared amongst the actors not in that particular section. So the opening thirty minutes, detailing Gorge’s early life even from the point of conception, is spread out between the whole company sat in a row of chairs at the front of the stage, lines breaking, voices interjecting, a disjointed mass slowly coalescing into a narrative role. This ambiguous voice recurs throughout the play, sometimes acting as a morality compass, sometimes teasing us with what is to come, sometimes just providing background information on where we’ve moved on to, but it’s a strange business, requiring the actors in the scene to freeze during its delivery and for me, too calculatedly knowing.