What we wrote about it at the time: Who: UK drummer and scathing noise artist, unafraid of fairly perilous behaviour.

What: Three intense solo performances for drums (both played and screamed through), cymbal, voice, credit card, bird whistle, and guitar amplifier/leads.

Why: A kind of mutant cross-pollination of noise, live art, dada and UK improvisation. Unsettling and confusing. But not in the ways you might expect. In their extreme noise and ominous silence, in their mordantly sad, caustic and bizarre, maybe even pathetic actions, it’s just difficult to tell whether or not his performances are a skilled and trenchant, but dreadful parody of your own pointless aspirations for self-expression – this uneasiness, this being unsure what’s going on, is, in the end, the point.