The garden has seeded near Wrecsam, via Aotearoa and the Biripai nation, but is still loosely affiliated to the remarkably unproductive artistic movement: the Nelson Atomic Gardening Society…or NAGS for short. NAGS manifesto was to randomly stumble upon stimuli, expose them to extreme levels of radiation and sow the resulting mutations in unlikely locations. My atomic garden is the fall out from a modular noodler, utterly lacking in intent or expertise. These are captured snaphots in time, of experimentation, for perverse merriment, an affront to most decent senses of musicality. In the words of La Monte Young…”This is not entertainment”.