I enjoyed all three shows, but came out of two annoyed by the actions of the performers – not because I didn’t like their acts, but by other stuff they did.
Produced by Machine, this is foul-smelling, ground-in-dirt anger at a chaotic and fucked-up world, tearing at everything in an attempt at purification.
I had experimented with as many fermented chemicals as I cared to ingest. I’d found my likes, my dislikes, that which made me angry, sad, and projectile vomit.