Despite a by now pretty important resume and hundreds of different situations in which he was (or is) involved, I’m still very much ignorant about Andrew Drury’s recorded output, which is a shame. A prototypical improvising artist, travelling all over the globe to perform both in concerts and installations, teaching, meeting people with whom he joins creative forces and energies, the man is specialized in what’s defined as “junk percussion”, whose meaning is readily understandable. “Renditions” presents eleven examples of this artist’s post-desolation poetic, improvisations that fully exploit the inherent qualities of selected bits and pieces of a huge quantity of seemingly useless objects. It’s an implausible world of scraping, clanging, shrieking and shrilling sounds, decomposed yet still intriguing, apparently disorganized but in reality gifted with a merciless raw charm. To give a faint idea of what we’re dealing with, I could compare some of these semi-educated noises to parts of the arsenal of David Jackman/Organum (here we go again) minus the droning factor. Although the music might appear a little disheartening to untrained ears and easily exchanged for one of those “oh, just a lot of mayhem” kind of albums, do not fall into the trap. Drury possesses musicality in copious doses and this helps defining this CD a worthy episode in its mildly threatening, or harmonically cloistered if you will, scarce accessibility. In any case, an album deserving of repeated tries before giving up comprehending.