
Robert Lippock
Robert Lippock
To Rococo Rot member Robert Lippok performing for the first time in the UK with his solo project.
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To Rococo Rot member Robert Lippok performing for the first time in the UK with his solo project.
The role of feelings in public life, (political) depression and creative survival.
A party and fundraiser to support Sex Workers’ struggles and LGBT Unity with music and performances from the sex workers’ community and allies, plus DJ’s and dancing.
Summer Solstice hang out IRL and URL on 21 June
A specially commissioned performance for organ. “The course of the stars were to be put to sound.”
Using violin and cello the duo map out a twilight sonic world that seems to tread the faultlines between improvisation and composition.
Three workshops lead up to an open invitation to improvise with the festival as concert. The last four hours of the Sunday 14 at Instal 10 were devoted to presentations devised during the three workshops. The material conditions (time, space, facilities…) were the instruments. From there anything could happen.
The practice of North African Indigenous revolutionary love, in the face of European capitalist violence and settler colonialism, with one of the most vital anti-colonial thinkers in Europe.
4 days of performances, discussions, workshops, screenings with mutant dancers, prison abolitionist poets, transfeminist revolutionaries, haunted noise, science fiction, sex worker resistance, crip erotics, radical pornography and militant fiction.
Mashed up queer fantasy of worker’s revolts, biblical demons and present-day hells, and dubbed out cyborg-electro.
Pitching Fahey inspired, eastern-infused folk vibrations, sad elliptical drones and oracle chants into one kaleidoscopic sound.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?