
Chord of the Fifth Force
Barry Weisblat
A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.
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A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.
Although Tony had visited Haino in Japan, and they played together in private, this was the first time anyone other that Haino’s cat saw them perform together.
Sachiko’s very simple, pure sine tones and structures. Otomo on double pianos. Filament’s music isn’t composed and it isn’t improvised: it’s a hybrid of the two.
A landmark film on black life – a poetic filmic constellation of meditations, fragments and interviews on what it means to be black in America in the 21st century, from one of its great cinematographers.
An improvisation that may or may not involve (typical) improvisation.
Voguing, drag, clubbing, and the politics of communities making different performances of gender and sexuality visible.
Using violin and cello the duo map out a twilight sonic world that seems to tread the faultlines between improvisation and composition.
In which Storyboard P and members of Project X pick a song, freestyle to it, chat with us about what dancing means to them, then pick another song, freestyle, chat, repeat…
Haunted by the archive of the New Cross Fire, Jay Bernard presents a film and poetry reading that undertakes a queer exploration of black British history, reconstructed from archives and apparent debris.
An evening of live performances, readings & saucy rococo cakes celebrating the launch of Truth and Lies – An Anthology of Writing and Art by Sex Workers.
Music is full of refracted brass and wind tones, distorted tape loops, dead silent air and the occasional piercing shard of sound.