My ears are still ringing from hours of improvised mayhem with Damo Suzuki's Network last night. A shifting cast of musicians drifted in and out, but highpoints included one section where someone in a gasmask was producing sounds from a guitar-triggered midi set-up that sounded like a digital pig being tortured with an analog crowbar accompanied by two drummers, a keyboard player in 7 inch spike heals and a black Morticia Adams gown, and a bouncy, smiley bassist wearing a floral dress and kinky boots laying down some serious lines, and a guy with very long grey hair who just came on and screamed. Later, the same grey-haired guy came on again with a guitar and played about an hour of pure noise with the most tattooed guy I have ever seen playing a sax worn on a hangman's noose through multiple effects pedals, another guitarist and bassist, two completely different drummers and a guy in traditional clothes calmly adding flutes, gongs and temple drums. And through all this rolling noise, Damo Suzuki drifted in and out like some shamanic figure: narrating, shouting, growling, coaxing, pleading... just awesome. If you ever get the chance to see (or even play with) Damo Suzuki, do it!