this is from: http://www.apocalypse.org/pub/u/steve/shows/2005/032105.html

March 21, 2005, P.A.'s Lounge, Somerville MA, USA

Barnacled sort of slowly accrete onstage. There are, eventually, eight of them: drums, percussion, bass, electronics, accordion, bassoon, and alto and baritone saxophones. This seems promising. The alto sax player puts on some sort of mask, and they gradually begin to play. The mix is a terrible muddy mess, so certain things are completely lost: the percussionist might as well not be playing, and I can only rarely hear the bassoon. Pity, since they seem like some of the more interesting elements. The drummer and bassist are fine, if a bit repetitive. Unfortunately, the alto sax is the one thing that cuts clearly through all the droning mud, and is probably my least favorite thing going on onstage. He alternates between simple repeats that quickly become boring (and then continue long past that point) and runs of the bizarrely unpleasant rapid squeaking blither of seemingly unrelated notes so mysteriously common among jazz saxophonists. It goes on and on and on. When they eventually stop, I cannot muster even a ceremonial golf clap.