
Combatant Status Review Tribunal
Andrea Geyer Ashley Hunt David Thorne Sharon Hayes Katya Sander
Somewhere between performance, stripped down theatre and an intense kind of public learning or maybe even a public hearing.
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Somewhere between performance, stripped down theatre and an intense kind of public learning or maybe even a public hearing.
Performing with hand built radio transmitters, which react to interference in the atmosphere and the electrical impedance of his hands, his radio art is a form of social practice; a statement in opposition to mass media.
Quartet improvisation by Klaus Filip – laptop, Radu Malfatti – trombone, Sean Meehan – snare & cymbals, Taku Unami – rice and dish.
Merzbow takes the junk of sound and transforms it into blistering noise assaults with an incredible spectrum and impact.
Ever wondered about the roadside festoons which are the innards of discarded cassette tapes? All will be revealed in this methodical and insightful documentary by UK luminary John Smith and sound artist cohort Graeme Miller.
Miniscule free-noise hissy-fits and broken instrument scrape/ squeal jams from the fools what brought you Giant Tank.
60 minutes of hard ass minimal film, projected onto a weather balloon and accompanied by the inspired poetic rant of a visionary Frenchman.
An LSD trip gone right via dense explorations of post-Fahey steel and low level drone.
Thirty lucky Instal punters experience Kylie’s pre-match aggro workout one-on-one in the darkness of an Arches dressing room.
An assembly to try and provide some experiential and theoretical resources for the renewal of a certain affective, extra-political sociality, in the face of one of our great adversaries; the forces of colonial, imperial, genocidal denial.
A performance for dry ice and four specially constructed steel tables, each one heated by a single candle until searingly hot.
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.