The National's stage has an air heavy with anticipation. Trash hangs across a large set that is part tin shack, part jungle gym. It's as if Marie Kondo has Kondo-ed a junkyard. Everything a place. Everything a meaning. Everything a purpose. To make glorious, cacophonous, musical sound. Beats layered on beats, all from the unlikeliest […] The post STOMP review: still a glorious, cacophonous slam bang of a show appea…
