
Film Fest: Stories from sex workers’ rights movement around the world
Luca Stevenson Rori
Three documentary films exploring diverse realities of sex workers around the world followed by a closing ceremony of the festival.
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Three documentary films exploring diverse realities of sex workers around the world followed by a closing ceremony of the festival.
The final iteration of Arika’s INSTAL festivals, the 2010 edition was an experimental festival of experimental music – 3 days of events at the Tramway that explored un-average ideas about sound and music.
A guitar solo of frugal wringing, of notes in the dark, an attitude of making everything count.
Post consideration and post rationalisation… How do we think about experimental music and film after the performance?
The films in the programme take the essential and fundamental building blocks of cinema (combining sound and image through time) screw about with them, interrogate them and cast them anew.
A prison abolitionist punk video-poetry-music mash up about our fucked-up dystopian society, RoboCop, kids toys and criminality.
A mixture of investigation groups, live performances, screenings and installations at DCA; the festival looked to strip back music, sound, film and moving image to their core ideas and explore them with artists and audiences.
Imagery, drawn from what seems like hundreds of different films is overlaid and combined in a promissory rainbow of new meanings and impossible scenarios, with the unsettling feel of daylight shadows.
Durational group-mind drone and clatter: bamboo, electronics, the contents of your local ironmongers bin. A 3-hour set from this legendary Japanese improvisation group.
Journalist and underground music champion Alan Cummings talks to Keiji Haino about his career and his performance the previous evening.
Michael Colligan pressing white hot metal into dry ice, causing the metal to sing and scream.
A bodiless treatise on narration, bored speakers, audience misbehaviour and police megaphones, but: is anybody listening?