“The last place H played in Bristol was a nearby swimming pool for the Arnolfini's Wet Sound night, with her audience adrift, floating in the deep end. Underwater, her drones cocooned your body and engulfed your brain. In the dark they make your inside quake. She caresses the mouth of a small bell with a contact mic, stretching its chime out into a long, icy shimmer, then begins adding fragments of noise. A stone staircase collapses, a haunting tape monastic chants booms and gets chewed up, sacrificial drums blast and lasers hit debris. The 20 minute piece is an artfully choreographed hallucination, underpinned by dreamlike repetitions and a sense of persistent vertigo.” – Charlie Fox, The WIRE