Self Cancellation – Acid/Nylon
Gustav Metzger
A recreation of one of Gustav Metzger’s celebrated auto destructive performances.
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A recreation of one of Gustav Metzger’s celebrated auto destructive performances.
Harrowing but musical confrontations with the very real, physical and aural trauma of a woman screaming.
An audio/ video, lecture/ performance exploring the queer and companionly inter-activity of human-animal relations.
Three intimate 45 minute sessions, reading your political questions – using Tarot, Palmistry, Reiki, Astrology, and Philosophy, and the invented methods of Fake and Political Therapy.
Austrian guitarist who specialises in a warm digital deconstruction of guitar noise
How can we imagine bodies not as an end in themselves, but as a medium through which we can become one another’s means?
Beat poet Ira Cohen’s now infamous and wildly psychedelic film odyssey feeds one’s own seeing apparatus through beautifully warped and distorting mylar mirrors, resulting in a film dense and rich with visual arcana and poetry.
Boston duo of saxophonist Bhob Rainey and trumpeter Greg Kelley approach their improvisations with a slew if extended techniques and pregnant silences.
Ian and Gil will host a discussion on the Argument project’s social and political commentaries, and with you try and maybe think through whether and how they might still have some currency today: what’s changed and what’s stayed the same?
The worlds leading radio art station brings you: a performance, a radio show, an installation, an endurance test.
A panel exploring how to dismantle the master’s house — its material edifices and ideological architecture — and the construction of abolitionist futures in the present.
Los Glissandinos work with clarinet and sine tones beating and thrumming in your middle ear, all beautifully paced and serene, but with just enough steely menace broiling under the surface to keep you on edge.