Review: You're never going to capture anything close to even half the experience of a performance art group on record, but this broadly textured and deeply immersive mini-masterpiece does do Tokyo-born, Berlin-based A/V sensation Group A an impressive level of justice. Just brace yourself for one hell of a cinematic ride, apparently transcending time-space continuums to link ancient, medieval and modern worlds. 'The Devil To Pay', for example, is a neat slice of alt-club ammo - crunching, compressed broken beats set beneath shrill, tribal flutes. We feel energised and alert. 'Circulation' could well score the celebratory feast to follow, hypnotic percussion swiftly putting you in a trance-like state. 'Float' brings an air of sinister, foreboding deities with its knife-edge white noises. Vivid enough to mean you can still picture a visual wonder, even if you can't actually watch Group A.