On the longest night of the year, its only appropriate that Phil Niblock fills Roulette with his elongated drones, accompanied by films on three screens of third world farmers and fishermen. Its like a decompression chamber in here, a place to zone out amidst the jarring hustle of the holidays. This thing started at 6pm; it's now 10, and is slated to go on at least another two hours. Noone seems eager to go anywhere anytime soon. We meet extreme with extremes, and thus go on.