Letters to Windsor House review at Summerhall, Edinburgh – ‘brave and bruising’
Louise Mothersole and Rebecca Biscuit’s scrappy, warm, tuneful aesthetic has always relied on a friendship and solidarity that exists between them. Now they have brought Sh!t Theatre’s actual living arrangements onto the stage, with a tribute, a meditation, an investigation, and perhaps a goodbye to the home in Hackney the team has shared for the past three years.
The usual, inexhaustible Sh!t Theatre traits are present and correct: the DIY slide-show, the earworm songs (you’ll be singing about a certain potential adult baby for months), and the friendly but forceful politics. Biscuit and Mothersole have been collecting letters addressed to previous tenants of their shabby flat, and the show is loosely arranged around their attempts to find them and their wild speculations about these invisible lives.
But what Letters to Windsor House is really about is the pressures of co-habitation, and getting by on very little. It’s about how a relationships bends and flexes across the years, and the points where it threatens to break. It’s astonishingly honest, almost painfully near the knuckle, and it’s the best and bravest work this consistently admirable pairing has produced so far.