Evie Ladin, Keith Terry

Using any surface for its rhythmic possibilities, Keith Terry claps his hands, rubs his palms, finger-pops, stamps his feet, brushes his soles, slaps his butt and belly, pops his cheek, whomps his chest, skips and slides, sings and babbles and coughs, building his music out of a surprisingly varied register of sounds and clever rhythmic variations. — Village Voice.