Sometimes a night just ends on a weird note.

And no, I’m not talking about the ‘weird’ that was that night in college when friendship blurred into something..uhm…else. Or the ‘weird’ where an amazing date becomes - for no apparent reason whatsoever – the greatest bail-out since 2008.

No, when I say weird, I mean weird. Uncanny. Preternatural. Spooksville. I mean nights like last night, which ended with myself, Deirdre Mulrooney and Una Kavanagh (actor, artist and nominee for the Fishamble New Writing Award for Fringe 09’s Black Bessie) swapping stories of psychic hotlines, seers on South William Street, lupine noms de plume and a monied New Ager’s demented character assassination plot against Marian Finucane. I know. Weird, right?

In our defence, we had just watched Double Track which - with bodies phasing in and out of sight, and sounds not quite arriving aright - tends to conjure with the eerie. As you watch, notions of limbo, suspension, and deferment easily play across your consciousness. The movements, gestures and stances of the performers are large, assured, circling; their sweeping quality even at times hinting at social or Asian dance form. This grounded deftness is comforting, balancing as it does the ethereal nature each vanishing lends the piece. And Louis Andriessen’s composition complements and magnifies the aura of tantalization and disquiet that runs throughout.

A few quibbles: Beckett’s writings can be fiendishly difficult to do justice to in performance; I’m afraid Double Track confirms this. Indeed, I almost feel it’s not a little unfair to ask dance artists to master Beckett alongside whatever choreography there is. And much as I admire Crash Ensemble, having them play Andriessen’s score before the show was a mistake; it stymied the natural flow of the evening and, for me, blunted the aural potency of this work.

But it’s worth seeing, particularly for the technical inventiveness that gives this production the unique quality of being both contemplative and spectacular. Sounds right? Then get your ticket here.

Okay, that’s pretty much it. Last night, people. Let’s make it a…well, perhaps not a weird but an extraordinary one…