Ear-shattering This Is How We Die @AlmeidaTheatre ...

Last Sunday evening Stuart and I went to be shouted at for an hour. And then assaulted by a possibly illegally loud thrash band. Like much of the audience we left with bleeding ear drums.

We were at the Almeida Theatre to see/listen to This Is How We Die, Christopher Brett Bailey's prime slice of surrealist trash, Americana death trip and dizzying exorcism for a world convinced it is dying.

Bailey delivers a motor-mouthed collage of spoken word and storytelling with tales of paranoia, young love and ultra-violence. His spiralling odyssey of pitch-black humour and nightmarish prose is told through a machine gun delivery that bore echoes of Bruce, Burroughs, beat poetry and B-movies.

Our particular favourites were the "my girlfriend, she's so literal" section followed closely by the "go fuck yourself" date with himself.

The final 5 minutes of thrash metal I think probably damaged our ear-drums though and was probably illegal in its volume in such a small venue. Our ears are still ringing days later.

So if you like being sworn at and having your hearing fucked - this is the show for you!