Mutants in Music: II. Becoming uBu

On a scale from Swan Lake to Moshpit - Where do you find yourself?

Please to the table! The mood is right: More or less politely, the music dances and plays with the questions in the room.

uBu puts himself on the grill in the second part of his series "Mutants in Music" to find out: Do you even need a musical, dance or other identity, or can you get by without one?

How much do you love the uniform?

Conformist violins march through the remnants of baroque table music with 500% readiness for duty in "Becoming uBu." Following on from B. A. Zimmermann's black ballet "Musique pour les soupers du roi Ubu" ("Music for King Ubu's Dinner"), uBu quotes and mixes everything and himself.

Does your name determine your identity?

In the process, the ensemble grapples with its unsympathetic namesake - Alfred Jarry's iconic despot King Ubu - and, with the help of all available instruments and body parts, keeps searching for itself on the spiraling scale from Ubu to uBu.

uBu catches fire, the mood boils up: music and dance mix - what comes out is somewhere between a mutated piano trio and a derailed dance piece.