Stomach Lung was saxophone made of clay. Unpredictable in its final form and uncontrollable as instrument, it came at the beginning of me thinking about instruments as bodies and sound making as engaging with those bodies on their own terms. It was heavily tied in with the visceral sound making of extreme metal vocals and was set up to be gut like, as well as likely to collapse under its own weight. An uncomfortably heavy braying thing that exhausted itself and collapsed.

This was used as basis of a performance in Baltic 39’s Gallery Space as part of the There Were Islands show as a vocal analogue for a band assembled from bits of Plague Rider, in which it did indeed collapse under its own weight. The remains stayed in situ for the rest of the exhibition.