Butzer’s canvases bully the viewer with their aggressive intensity: their surfaces textured like corroded debris, carved through with manic gestures, and ooze gobs of offensive colours, while reoccurring motifs of screaming faces, phalluses, ecstasy tablet logos, and sperm war against each other in anarchic ritual. Raw with egoism, machismo, and zeal, Butzer’s paintings serve up contemporary anxiety with a violent potency that’s vehement, heroic and bereft.