By Stephen Crowe’s performance we are becoming to feel very at home in the room at Lewisham Arthouse. We have been banned from it, invited to experience a séance and been a captive audience for poetry. Crowe’s piece activates the space in a different way. The performers occupy the windowsills of the room above head height, they perch in the crook and face away from the audience who sit below them at the other end of the room. As the performers’ voice and flute ring out one after the other, responding. The pitch and volume of the sounds which are both extraordinary and everyday hold the audience captive. Yet the audience also feel like they violated the space of these sparring noises, this does not seem to be a performance but an exercise of voice and flute a defiance against the strict boundaries of a rhythm and song.