“Torn. Torn between wanting to heave balls of fire into the faces of unsuspecting audience members who probably came expecting to see Cibo/Shonen/Banana, and wanting to tap into the secret meter, unplayable to all but the most gone-prog hill-gurus. Torn between sliding into a comfortable niche as happy-go-lucky medley geeks and unleashing actual noise-terrorism, improvisational masochism, brutal Ca”
