In the derelict and seemingly harmony-less, directors Luke Cresswell and Steve McNicholas have created music. The promenade of percussion begins on a stage filled with (what seems to be) discarded rubbish. Then, the eight performers slowly make their entrance, carrying nothing but common brooms. All of a sudden, the subtle build-up of taps and clicks crescendos into rhythm-filled, wordless song. This is Stomp! The 105 minute show is achingly primal, inciting ancestral instincts to reawaken, with the avid drumming and other forms of creative percussion. The set is a junkyard of overlooked musical instruments and what audience members interpret as simply a display of recycled oil barrels and street signs, is, in fact, a repurposed instrument. Performers, who come from all different walks of life, use their hands, feet, and mouths to sculpt this breathing organism of song. Using objects ranging from sinks to paint cans to lighters, the directors have choreographed dance and composed music from everything imaginable. After observing Stomp! there seemed to be music everywhere: in the glass I drank water from and in the pen I used to write with. Stomp! was wholly riveting and filled with inspiring energy. Interspersed between the intense drumming and gentle tsk of matchbox percussion, there was comedic relief that was silly and created a humorous tone which shadowed the show. However, there were several scenes that were somewhat monotonous and overdone. Additionally, the show contained no plot whatsoever and although there was some appeal to the wordless nature of the performance, there were no character relationships developed or evolutions which occured (this was quite a small flaw in the whole grandness of the show, though). Stomp! is highly entertaining and definitely a show to witness before you die. The strength of the human body and the music which defines humanity is demonstrated in a lovely way through this performance. Stomp! is a must-see!