
As Jane Edwards and Geoffrey Rush
Aileen Campbell
A chorister attempting to sing Vivaldi, with live accompaniment, while trampolining for 20 minutes.
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A chorister attempting to sing Vivaldi, with live accompaniment, while trampolining for 20 minutes.
Ellis’s processional, precessional cessation and continuation of movement and music comes to us via his forthcoming release Aster of Ceremonies (Milkweed Editions, 2023)
Sound as it is endured by space and the body: 15 participants lie face down and pound the floor with a microphone one thousand times, each person choosing their own rhythm and intensity.
What’s the relationship between the eternal hum of the oceanic beloved and the persistence of vorticity in fluid dynamics? And how does Alice Coltrane’s harp help us stay there?
Sean and Taku share an interest in structure, space and time. A spartan, abstract, considered and surprisingly musical set.
Can a musician create a sonic photograph; something with a depth of field, where you can hear sounds and their interconnections, much as you see objects and their relationships in a photo? Could a filmmaker use musical concepts to represent landscape?
Tormented and drawn-out high-pitched yelps and drones, all interleaved with periods of torpid silence.
The club as a community and a site for performed politics: deep/ queer house, vogue femme, lipsync and ballroom.
Ecstatic, intensely joyous experimental club music: like “the sound of our water ceremonies…40 bands playing their melodies at once to recreate the cacophony of the first aurora and the call of the morning star Venus”.
A space to reflect on our own experiences with the police and explore more community and care-based ways of dealing with violence and difficulties in our lives.
Is there a link between the ways we’re caged and exiled by the prison-industrial complex and the ways people’s bodies are violently categorised and segregated by race, class, gender or ability?
A sound of buzzing and flickering metallic drones, glottal stops and guttural growls, and also an explosiveness and purity of sound that reminds you as much of Bill Dixon as anyone else.