‘I’m waiting for the abyss to gaze back.’

Your narrator, Ty Liebelt (whalespiel) is paraphrasing Nietzsche; who saw myth as a way of measuring the health of a society. Your narrator feels sick. Thinks you might be too.

Twisting style and form, The Monster’s Kind delivers a desperate, voidpunk tribute to the nightmares of old. And a last-chance intervention for those fears that still linger.

Isolated and dehumanised by factors outside their control (social, economic, moral, existential), your narrator looks to gothic pasts in order to answer that most harrowing question:

If monsters are so scary, why do they keep hiding under the bed?

Through storytelling, disjointed poems, and anxious audio recordings, The Monster’s Kind takes the audience through a theatrical scrapbook of folklore and fear.

Equal parts theatre, gig, and documentary, The Monster’s Kind is a rare, and darkly comic performance—a piercing and illuminating communion about not being human enough.