Feeling drunk in the morning without having touched a drop. That’s what happens with Turmoil (Boomslang) when Joss Turnbull hits, rubs, tickles, caresses, pinches and taps his percussion in a seemingly random sequence and sends the surprised reactions of the instruments through effects units. In addition, he moans, shouts and mumbles, and lets everything collide in a chaotic dervish dance. Heads are whirring, eyes are spinning, but the hips… the hips sense a beguiling groove.
Joss Turnbull –Turmoil
