Have you ever had the feeling that your brain is being turned to mush under a relentless and disorientating barrage of information and instruction? Worried that one day your brains will leak out of your nose in a sticky yellow goo? Well I do, and it turns out it might not be the tea lady slipping ‘ludes into my brew on the orders of my arch-nemesis in senior management after all. It might just be a side effect of modern life that we’re all susceptible to. So that’s a relief.
Benedict Drew‘s Heads May Roll aims to put the absurdity of our existence into sculptural form, and speaks to anyone who has felt the same; those who feel technology has become a bit too immersive and pervasive, those who become itchy if they haven’t checked Twitter for 5 minutes, those who spend too long in front of psychedelic computer screens or being told what to buy and do by television messages. Put on your tin hats and head for Matt’s Gallery, London, before 20 April.