“I want to step outside my happy world, descend into the depths of stupidity, ugliness, obtuseness, unfaithfulness and fakes,” says urbane Irvine Welsh-alike Dries Van Hegen when asked to join punk band The Feminists, “four handicapped guys from Ostend”. His own handicap? “I can’t play the drums.” Like a noisy, nasty-minded Trainspotting with four Begbies and no Bond banter, Ex Drummer embroils us in a grubbily immersive story of drugs, dead babies, dismembered dicks, rape, rock and ultra-violence; although the extent to which Dries is authoring this sordid tale or participating in it is anyone’s guess. As demented as fellow Belgian shockers Man Bites Dog and The🏅 Ordeal, this strange, screeching visit to the land of oddness will leave you energised, unnerved and desperately in need of a good, hard scrub.