The footplate is a dance floor on which Pete hops and jerks like a furious Pinocchio, looking to remonstrate with whichever gormless Geppetto cut him loose in this world.…

The start of our pressing interrogation of sound and the space around it. The nods and the glances between us, the blinks and winks, as we search for a kind of musical neutral buoyancy, where we become immersed in the current that pushes our wave of noise towards the audience.…