Have you ever seen a singing corpse, a man boxing a pig carcass, an overweight cross dressing tramp, a tree made of coat hangers and French footballers depicted as saints, on their own let alone all in the same show? I didn't even realise that I was coming to see such a surreal performance at the Barbican Centre. I thought that I had come to hear a unique orchestra backing the talents of Jarvis Cocker and national treasure, Damon Albarn, and also discover the voices of Dot Allison, Gavin Friday, Michael Henry, Owen Gilhooly and Nigel Richards. Instead I was pleasantly surprised to find them all performing in a disturbing, absurdist opera. Scott Walker's orchestra seemed to be put together for the sole purpose of wreaking havoc and terror. Throughout the show they would release sudden bursts of noise that were deafening and menacing, each one taking years of the audience's life expectancies, more powerful than any horror soundtrack ever written. I was fascinated by the power of the avant-garde in this orchestra; it wasn't just the strings, brass and percussion, but also the slamming of massive stone slabs on metal surfaces and pounding of meat that created this deathly sound. The booming and harrowing voices of Henry, Gilhooly and Richards further contributed to sound. Michael Henry especially sang with true cold-blooded menace and intent on threatening his audience. The theatrics were very successful in giving the audience something to further react to. Owen Gilhooly sang while lying lifeless on the floor and his face was projected on a gigantic screen, so we were all confronted by a stone dead face. There was a mysticism to Michael Henry's performance, as he stood in front of layered screens that all showed dreamy floating lights, like glowing ashes, and when the orchestra struck with their deadly sound, the audience would be blinded by flood lights, creating a feeling of panic and exposure. The final act of the show was set in an auction-style environment. While two men in suits and tribal masks stood at either end of the stage, pointing and shouting "Do I hear 21?" Damon Albarn was leaning at a podium, clearly making a bold statement on behalf of Scott Walker as he had a large painting behind him of the France football team, with saintly halos behind their heads. What impressed me the most about this show was how much it forced the audience to take notice. I am normally quite desensitised to films and productions that set out to shock and intimidate, but this show was like nothing I had ever seen. I am a fan of the obscure, so I was probably won over quite easily, nevertheless I got a huge rush from each powerful performer and the wrath of Scott Walker's orchestra.