David Poe

“Storytelling with beautiful, lush, guitar-underpinned music.”
—NME

“The dancers periodically sweep across the stage as one, just as the lights sweep overhead like the advancing bar of a copy machine . . . Both have a dehumanizing effect, but just as Mr. Poe injects pockets of hopeful longing into passages of insistent hubbub, Ms. Johnson finds ways to emphasize the lovely fragility of the individual.”
—The New York Times