TLRS
Laurence Rassel Terre Thaemlitz
The weeks previous TLRS daily radio shows, after-hours conversations, radio booths and special guests reassembled as a live electroacoustic performance.
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The weeks previous TLRS daily radio shows, after-hours conversations, radio booths and special guests reassembled as a live electroacoustic performance.
Heat-mapped bodies, found porn films, Korean psyche-folk, creepy police intrusion and self-defence.
Boston duo of saxophonist Bhob Rainey and trumpeter Greg Kelley approach their improvisations with a slew if extended techniques and pregnant silences.
Intriguing, underground, Berlin based musicians interested in the borders between music and theatre, language, the visual arts, politics.
Includes: a £20 note, stock fluctuations, an examination of words in the video medium, a linguistic challenge for your mind, a frame by frame dissection 50 words, shop front poetry, image and language head to head and newspapers under the microscope.
A cast of pioneering and provocative spirits who exist outside the mainstream, between borders and definitions; a series of events that each explore different aspects of music that doesn’t quite fit any given category. INSTAL 08 included the Self-Cancellation project.
Somewhere between performance, stripped down theatre and an intense kind of public learning or maybe even a public hearing.
Each organ is unique. The project is to find out what makes it unique.
Thinking against the monoculturalism of Western thought—of faith, affection, sexuality and gender—which completely lacks any utility to, or descriptive value of Indigenous worldviews.
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.
Tiny fragments of sound recombined and woven into spare and precise, violent yet beautiful pieces
Black-clad with an ominous aura created by their distorted guitar epics, burnt-out ballads and raucous mantric jams.