In the current age, the Juggling Concert is one of the most useful and most valuable of products made on our Earth, a true, veritably ours, fruit of Slovenia, lovely and bright. The conceptual apparatus of stage subjects was marinated in a cocktail of all types of cursing compost comments on the internet, anti-authoritarian fuck-off and three slices of beetroot. It nibbles on snacks in garish shirts, while what it most genuinely wants is children’s songs about farts. At times it actually farts and takes politics seriously. If it is political, let it be a political beast. Violence is here and romance is there. Can we be united at all if we are all so different? Choreography is perhaps the only thing that really unites us. We spit on ourselves because we piss against the wind, we spit on the structures but we are gentle towards music and juggling. Abstracts are worthy of tenderness and offerings, humans just aren’t. (Mismo Nismo)

The new creation by the collective Mismo Nismo places the circus ensemble in the identity of a girl-boyband, with singing, recitation and other communication with the audience typical of such stage groups being joined by the art of juggling. Juggling is sometimes solo, sometimes choral. When vocalization is in the foreground, it is placed in the function of back-vocalism or back-juggles.