Jo Bannon: We Are F*cked

There’s something wrong. Three women are insouciantly occupied with a measuring tape, a roll of cable and a vacuum cleaner – but there’s a hum to this humdrum. A barely audible background hum that rises and falls. More unnervingly, there’s the rattling of those bodies and props quietly shaking: subtle, small and rhythmic, as though releasing spores of timeless female grievances into the air. I can’t decipher if it’s the sound of a neighbour’s lovemaking – headboard gently knocking on…