Armed with an array of bowel- collapsing kick drums, edits so fast they will melt your grandma's skin off, and a hard drive overflowing with nasty noises and crass samples, Ebola has been deafening people all over the place since his debut performance at Glade Festival 2005. With his walk-in wardrobe crammed full of styled wigs and fake beards, and a collection of electronic children's toys and biological weapons, the nefarious Mr ebola is on a mission to confuse the drug-addled, four to the floor ravers, and bash the chin-strokers with his large gabba hammer.