Late-night taxis, teen discos, home nurses, Jewish launderettes, vigilantes, babies, immigrants, seagulls. Citysong is a play, a poem and a chorus of voices showing three generations of a Dublin family on one day.
Intimate and sweeping, joyous and ridiculous, it’s the modern-day Dublin’s Under Milk Wood via Metamorphoses. (Not the book about the cockroach). It’s different things at different times, which makes sense seeing as it’s about change.