from the dutch hostel in den haag we shivered down to the venue at paard van troje excited and deprived of sleep expectant and wholly unaware of the night to come. our sonic ears were thrashed and trashed in 6 hours of monumental guitar savagery. avant eclectic improvisation composition struck us on all sides until we believed in different dimensions and beingstates. my dead limbs wearing rich abundant smiles and my eyes still dancing mental jives of dreams.