The National Theatre of Scotlands ongoing adventures in popular culture have impressed by avoiding any artistic tourism.
Designed to be played in spit-and sawdust-pubs, and performed here by five actor/musicians in the Trons atmospheric Victorian Bar, were introduced to the shy young folk-song collector of the title who, in between doing a PhD on the topography of Hell, is dispatched to Kelso in bleak mid-winter to deliver an academic paper. Stranded in the snow, Prudencia finds herself caught up in the hurly-burly of supernatural excesses that resemble the musical yarns she lovingly tends.
Greig is fast becoming a master of appropriating old forms for the 21st-century, and even manages to slip a Karl Denver tune in between Alasdair Macraes score as well as his own waggishly realised rhyming couplets. Yet, by the erotically charged second half, the tempo of the piece has slowed to something more intimate, and, as Madeleine Worralls Prudencia courts David McKay and Andy Clarks lost and lonely devil, downright heart-breaking.
When she finally takes to the floor with a pop classic reinvented as a haunting lament before morphing into kick-ass hoedown and then to karaoke, as with her own getting-of-wisdom, you shouldnt miss this show for the world. Visit www.nationaltheatrescotland.com for next venues and dates.