A pair of live dealings from two prodigious parameter-breakers captured at that perennial sanctuary of the awkward and abstruse, Cafe OTO. Tools here are coaxed and cajoled, exhumed from their ritual practices and palettes to ruffle and fluff, bleeding into indistinguishable overlap. Noble ditches rhythm for tonal beds too bellicose for new age ambient heads, while Lexer's computer-buoyed patinas alternate from minimalist chimes of exquisite Tilbury-ness to a discussion that first banged bonces when Cecil Taylor positioned the piano as an ivory bank of 88 tuned drums. During the inaugural its hard to detect who's doing what, but even at their most feral this conjunction of conjurors is in possession of a personality missing from so much of this type of ripe ruckus. But time is a healer and for their second summit the duo take a restorative, rolling out spacious floats of ceremonial rumble and ring, as if they were subpoenaing a deity suffering from an acute case of hyperacusis.