The litany of sociological woes bedevilling townships, there for all to see the second you step foot in Soweto or the Flats, crime and poverty, the stuff that the ANC keeps shovelling under the carpet, is a reality the crews communicate in every gesture. This is what animates their astonishing shapes. What makes dance here so intense. It drives them all. It is the real shit left momentarily behind in the liberating transcendence of dance.