
AMM & Malcolm Le Grice
Malcolm Le Grice AMM
One of the most influential groups in improvised music, with the collective understanding that comes from listening keenly to each other for decades
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One of the most influential groups in improvised music, with the collective understanding that comes from listening keenly to each other for decades
Electronic music, time, thought, the word, and consecutive matters
In this response to the Self Cancellation project, Lee Patterson dissolves medicine in glasses of water and explores the sonic content.
How do communities practice being one another’s means, addressing their material problems facing them replicating the state’s violent logic of who is disposable.
Has neoliberal capitalism locked down social experience? Are our seemingly subjective desires, our identities, pre-packaged by dominating social structures?
Three speakers play back pre-recorded sounds, Marc listens and responds: “What is played is the imperfect witness of what I listen to (or maybe better, how I listen).”
Our favourite Lancashire-born autodictact asks what’s political about the tension between the individual and the collective in free jazz.
Formed as a means to realise William Bennett’s goal of “a sound that could bludgeon an audience into submission”
The Echo project is an installation as audio guide for a crowd. And at the same time it’s a private conversation: with you, as one of 20 people in a room, a sort of public intimacy.
Solo performance by Diamanda Galás one of the great artists of the last forty years. Hers is an emotional expressionism of demonic shrieks, operatic falsettos, glottal clicks and diabolical growls.
Can our favourite Vegas-born poet of prophetic blackness and a South Central transmuter of social rage into beauty feel through each other?
A chat, with examples (Zola, H. P. Lovecraft, Hammer Horror), about blackness and the sheer stupid thickness of what has no profundity whatsoever.