Our previous commissions since 2014.
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The entire history of England from the big bang to the present day in 10 minutes (well, 17 actually).
Brother and sister Pepíček and Aninku are too poor to buy milk for their sick mother. They sing for money in the street, but the evil organ grinder Brundibár chases them away.
Too much cheese and too much chocolate means the Children must resort to counting Sheep to get to sleep. But what happens when some dozy Ramblers leave the gate open…?
There’s only one way this party is going to end — Birds filled with Mice filled with Sausages filled with premium gunpowder…
Insanity, electricity and love collide in a sonic voyage into the shared psychosis known as ‘folie à deux’, where a delusion is transmitted from one person to another.
Who stole the bacon? And who bit the baby? If it wasn’t the Cats and it wasn’t the Dogs then it must have been those beatboxing Foxes…
There is no way the kids are going to have their hair combed until they realise the nits have been sent by the terrifying Itch-Witch…
Joan and her family of animals living in and around the lighthouse are plunged into darkness by a huge wave that extinguishes the light – thank goodness, for once, that the lightning strikes…!
A mindfullness opera
A monumental new work from composer/performer Rolf Hind in a realisation by Frederic Wake-Walker and commissioned by hcmf//
Hello Machines! Hello Smog! Can’t live without you, can’t live with you. So what do we do?
The hunters are coming and if this tree falls, so do the Fish, Dodo and Unicorn sheltering among its magical musical leaves…
A mother and a son, a son and a mother. Things had to be this way and couldn’t be another.
An electronic essay collage opera mashing-up Mozart, electronic sound and video.
If only the glorious Songbirds wouldn’t fly away at the end of summer, then the tourists would stay forever and the dastardly Bakers can have their cake and eat it…
The true and original story of Rumpelstiltskin
The Bandormeagles never cry and the Zadorantha never laugh. And that is how they like it. But is that really how they like it?