Object of Thought
Mattin
A solo improvisation using just the situation of the concert: a space, a PA, Mattin’s own thoughts, you, the audience.
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A solo improvisation using just the situation of the concert: a space, a PA, Mattin’s own thoughts, you, the audience.
How do you know what you want? Should freedom be doing what you ought, not doing what you want? How might a philosopher and artist turn this thinking into an enabling condition in the context of noise and improvisation?
The mutability of the body and the mobility of identity: queered pop culture, drag, lip-sync and performance.
This set continues on from the Bud Neill inspired clatter using the contents of the Usurper twin’s pockets.
A double bill of A (imageless) film of nothing but a sound recording and its transcription and a found film of news interviews about Malcolm X’s assasination, where the filmmaker decided to add nothing to it, except our attention.
How can we imagine bodies not as an end in themselves, but as a medium through which we can become one another’s means?
Captures the creak and rustle of the forest, with an exhilarating tension let loose in unconfined maniacal and bare-knuckle group thinking.
A life force of ecstatic clarity capable of loquacious bursts of affirmation.
Austrian guitarist who specialises in a warm digital deconstruction of guitar noise
A double bill. A simple first person, Dundee-specific tracking shot that approaches the cinema/ screen/ space the film will eventually be shown in and in Brazilian opera house, a fixed camera gazes at a local audience from the stage: a choir, hidden in the orchestra pit, sings and gradually fades to silence.
Power-electronic klutz behaviour indecipherable blasphemies, cuts, bruises and broken microphones by Kovorox Sound head-honcho Lea Cummings.
Blissed-out sun-dappled drone ragas of the highest order, with a metal-tinged signature sound of plucked and bowed strings.