I wanna be with you everywhere Solstice Gathering 2024
Summer Solstice hang out IRL and URL on 21 June
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Summer Solstice hang out IRL and URL on 21 June
Three different performances variously featuring: Fritz Welch, loud drums, guitar, local collaborators, paper, memories, Roland Barthes, string quartets
For day five of Ultra-red’s project, the investigation will review the previous work undertaken together, and perhaps draw up a summary of reflections and pose some future questions.
A socio-poetic reading on wayward communities – The wayward create upheavals, incite tumult. They come and go as they please; they are fugitive; they are in open rebellion against society.
One of the most revered and legendary underground acts of the past 20+ years, Current 93 is the constantly evolving creation of David Tibet.
When we look, how do we objectify the body; how can we reflect on our (self) image as a construction?
An immersive live performance for multiple 16mm film and bass clarinet, taking in the whole gallery, submerging the audience.
Hijokaidan rapidly built a following due to the overwhelmingly physical intensity of their live performances, often involving destructive onstage rituals of vomit, urine, mangled guitars and ear shredding volume.
Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.
A panel exploring the radical potential of technologies through fugitivity and opacity: their ability to obscure, to make it impossible for us to be known, to render us untraceable by every arm of the state even under the all-consuming spectre of surveillance capital.
Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.