Maryanne Amacher
Maryanne Amacher
A rare live performance which, although not a full installation, made use of the unique acoustic and spatial properties of the Arches to rattle the audience and help it locate its third ear.
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A rare live performance which, although not a full installation, made use of the unique acoustic and spatial properties of the Arches to rattle the audience and help it locate its third ear.
A trance inducing, flickering investigation of structural and minimalist droning from one of the key thinkers in sound and image over the last 50 years
Philip Jeck creates slowly evolving symphonies that are as much about the crackling hiss of old vinyl as the actual ‘musical’ material.
A preposterously heavy, eye of the storm musical tug of war, in which two drummers, electronics and electric guitar fall over each other in a droning crush.
Our favourite Lancashire-born autodictact asks what’s political about the tension between the individual and the collective in free jazz.
A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.
UK conceptual/ drone/ noise artist, who is seriously posing what might seem to be unanswerable questions of music.
Cask-strength electrohypnol/ shroom damaged folk croonings by Lapsed Electronics empire builder responsible for recent Tremors blowouts.
Every aspect of every film is always about more than just film. Or, as Godard said: a tracking shot is a moral issue. A cross between a festival, magazine and discussion about experimental artists’ films.
Performance of a Sudoko based graphic score giving rise to a process of self cancellation.
A film performance about Guy then, and Guy now, as a metaphor for the passing of time, which of course all film is inherently about.
Michael Colligan pressing white hot metal into dry ice, causing the metal to sing and scream.