Pigeons is a clay shooting event, but the birds are the musicians and pigeons are the ammo, and three robotic trap machines take centre stage.

In unrelenting, symphonic patterns, they hurl hundreds of fluorescent clay targets at a wall of suspended, resonant percussive objects. The musicians duck, flap, glide and slide among the projectiles, in a frantic search for safety. Glorious music rings out – fragile, violent, poetic and heroic. It’s percussionist vs pigeon. Human vs machine.