Wormit Reservoir
Akio Suzuki John Butcher
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an old underground reservoir in Fife.
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Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an old underground reservoir in Fife.
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Cask-strength electrohypnol/ shroom damaged folk croonings by Lapsed Electronics empire builder responsible for recent Tremors blowouts.
The second of two short film programmes featuring works that blur the boundaries between music and film from artists who cross and redefine those long held divisions. This programme highlights contemporary works.
How can we imagine bodies not as an end in themselves, but as a medium through which we can become one another’s means?
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