Svenska Dagbladet, 02.05.04
Anna Ångström


The Norwegians in tights are back; a colourful chain of seven bodies creeping across the floor like a bulgy turquoise-orange reptile. Baktruppen are definitely no scenic newcomers, but they act like a bunch of happy children who frankly imitate the codes of modern dance and gymnastics without worrying about their physical limitations.
The new performance, made during a guest stay at the Portugese choreographer Rui Horta's place outside Lissabon, is so fresh that it lacks a title. But it follows up last year's piece «Do&Undo» which visited Stockholm during the Perfect Performance festival.

This time the group also seem to be inspired by «oriental spirituality». The smoke which after some hassle oozes out of the smoke machine, transforms the space into a cloud in which the dancers sit hunched up over fragile string instruments which they master just as poorly as the dancing.
Clumsy jumps, fumble lifts, dripping sweat, pot tummies and attacks of dizziness are exposed - all sorts of belly flops which normally are taboo on stage. They don't even manage to whistle properly. The audience giggle and it is easy to sympathize with the idé about flock, body and the individual. It does though become too long, and one gets time to think that what is most impressing about Baktruppen - whose concept has become a trend in Europe - is that they since the beginning in 1986 have succeeded in keeping their spontaneous, unrestrained, uneducated way of expression. This (obviously) concerns the men most. Like innocent children they expose their imperfect
physiques and put across a true, allowable joy of life.