
Self Cancellation – Sand
Robin Hayward
Robin Hayward – exploring the micro-sounds of a tuba, filling slowly with sand.
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Robin Hayward – exploring the micro-sounds of a tuba, filling slowly with sand.
All ticket income goes directly to We Will Rise – a group of migrants, refugees, asylum seekers and their allies who have come together to End Immigration Detention in the UK.
Acoustic turntable, engines, trumpet and accordion joined by Bassist Magarida Garcia: build long-form quietly detailed pieces that clatter and rumble, that expand and contract with the tension and release of deeply held breath.
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