Tom Wu shows should take place in basements – exclusively. Basement clubs, that you need to descend unto, like a submergence into the abysmal depths of our minds. There where there is no light, like a dive into the bleakest corners of our thoughts. Basement clubs with no light, except that of a stroboscope, which reveals images of people thwarted in ecstasy, all chopped up into snapshots. It is exactly this imagery that sums up the Munich-based drummer and singer best: A trip into the unconscious, like the blackest of black nights on (slightly too) hard drugs.