Michael Keegan-Dolan/Teaċ Daṁsa, MÁM Review ★★★★★

Part pagan rite, part slightly dissolute dance-hall party, blending snatches of perfectly synchronised collective choreography with wild, seemingly uncontrolled tearing around by individual dancers, Michael Keegan-Dolan’s MÁM, created with his Teaċ Daṁsa company, is deeply rooted in the landscapes and folk culture of Ireland.

The word ‘mám’ has a number of meanings in the Irish language; the meaning that Keegan-Dolan adopted as the inspiration for this work is ‘mountain pass’, both an escape route and a place of danger, beset by violent winds.

In order to develop this work, the 12 Teaċ Daṁsa dancers, the concertina player Cormac Begley, seven musicians of the Berlin-based s t a r g a z e collective and Michael Keegan-Dolan immersed themselves in the powerful atmosphere of Ireland’s wildest countryside, beneath the dark slopes of its second highest mountain, Cnoc Bhréanainn.

There, in the far west of Ireland, they drank deeply from the powerful emanations of untamed nature and the ancestral culture to which it gave birth to create MÁM.

What they came up with is an abstract work heavy on atmosphere, full of powerful, if deliberately vague, suggestions, buzzing with energy, at times just about tamed into collective dancing, at others running wild.

All this is watched impassively by a little girl in a pure white confirmation dress, whose symbolism is open to interpretation. We first see her standing on a table, slowly turning to face a man who sits on a platform upstage and wears the dark, menacing head of ram, not unlike some representations of the devil.

As Cormac Begley slowly removes his mask and starts playing his concertina – and what a remarkable musician he is – the dark curtain behind him is slowly drawn aside to reveal a line of 12 dancers dressed in black: the men in formal suits, the women in dresses.

They let out a collective cry that is like a wild release of pent-up energy. And then they come down off the platform to dance. To the contagious one-two beat of Irish folk music, their choreography subtly blends movements and gestures from Irish folk dancing with contemporary steps and nods to disco dancing, the arms prominent in tracing ritualistic patterns.

In the latter part of MÁM, another curtain is drawn aside to reveal the musicians of the s t a r g a z e collective aligned on a higher platform; and they join in with a medley of classical and seemingly improvised music.

There isn’t a narrative as such, more a sequence of little self-contained narratives that communicate themselves through suggestion, rather than sequential story-telling.

The whole thing is pervaded by disquieting intimations of apocalypse. At its best MÁM is exhilarating, grabbing you with its evocation of the deepest, most instinctual feelings. It does, however, occasionally feel like an endurance test, for both performers and audience.

But at its best, oh, what a ride!

--- The Dance, a documentary film by Pat Collins, which follows the staging of MÁM from the first day of rehearsals in West Kerry to the opening night performance in Dublin, is now available on the Sadler's Wells Digital Stage until 3 November