I love watching Evelyn Glennie on TV and bought this expecting it to capture something of her passion and her rapport with percussion. However, percussion without visuals is the aural equivalent of someone drumming their fingers on a table or tapping a metal central heating pipe with their foot. There is rhythm (sp?) here but no tunes (obviously, enough - you can't play a melody on a bongo) and so the whole thing feels experimental and rather aimless. Sorry, Evelyn, you're brilliantly talented but I cannot endure the relentless, disjointed time signatures and the unapproachable awkwardness of this CD. Is that my fault? Well, put this CD on in a crowded room and see how long it takes before someone asks for something easier on the ear.