How to describe Hugh beyond all the usual "He's a one-off!" / "A national treasure" bollocks. Hugh's been at the centre of the UK Improv scene for over three decades - a pivotal player - a promoter / centre-of-gravity / cheerleader, artist, poet and film-maker - not 'just' a musician. Just run a non-Google search-engine against The Klinker.
Had the pleasure / honour of finally meeting him a few weeks ago when he played Salvage. Lovely guy. Within minutes I felt I'd known him for years. Off-stage, he's funny as hell; a playfully-witty wordsmith and anecdote-teller who also has a serious wonderfully honest / intimate side to him (hearing him talk about Bob Cobbing made me want to well up; and he was so sweet with Ashley, loaning her his amp and talking her through its peculiarities). You get a sense of that divide during his performances: Carry On humour and scatologic word-play collide with Post-Dada English Sound-Poetry and a 60s-ish Arts-Lab Happening vibe, but in the middle of all the word-riffing and frenzied gtr deconstruction he'll say something beautifully poignant about his mother or a dead favourite cat and you feel your heart break...
We bumped into him again at TUSK three weeks later and I got to see him perform in the cinema-space and hang-out back-stage. Watched him hit it off with Richard Dawson, the old charmer, and eat a chocolate-brownie buttie. During his performance, he started a poem that riffed off the phrase "I'm so lonely / I'm so alone" and it hung in such amazing (beautiful-yet-awful) stark relief next to the fart jokes and the Broken Blues guitar-phrasings.
Hugh calls it as he sees it. A true artist.
You'd be daft not to go - especially as he's playing with (amongst others) Veryan Weston and Penny Rimbaud.