Like a crazed gamelan orchestra or an army of overhyped tin drumming teddy bears wreaking havoc among crystals, these gentlemen don’t let the grass grow under each other’s feet: with prepared piano and guitar used prominently with a percussive approach, Brown and Pateras dialogue with Baxter’s “regular” hit-and-run tactics in a multifaceted agglomerate of improvised punchouts and calmer contemplations. If the latter are few and far between, there’ s no denying that the energy level put in the music by the trio is at times incredibly high; everyone pulls his weight, forcing a balance not always readily available in such undefined forms. Without the need of showing teeth Sean, David and Anthony express their virtues like if telling us something right off the chest, without thinking too much, directly and straight faced; “Ataxia” kicks like a horse.