Self Cancellation – Asymptotic Freedom / Feedback Wire Drawing
Benedict Drew John Butcher
John Butcher plays and manipulates a feeding back saxophone. Benedict Drew on electronics, broken cables and standing waves.
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John Butcher plays and manipulates a feeding back saxophone. Benedict Drew on electronics, broken cables and standing waves.
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