Free-form hook up
Ali Robertson Euan Currie Fritz Welch
Dead Labour Process drool-tape farmer, squeaking/creaking Usurper brother and Peeesseye’s yodelling traps-man hold a real OUT splutter party.
Arika have been creating events since 2001. The Archive is space to share the documentation of our work, over 600 events from the past 20 years. Browse the archive by event, artists and collections, explore using theme pairs, or use the index for a comprehensive overview.
Dead Labour Process drool-tape farmer, squeaking/creaking Usurper brother and Peeesseye’s yodelling traps-man hold a real OUT splutter party.
Glasgow. Power electronic klutz behaviour by Kovorox sound head-honcho. Bruised bodies and broken microphones.
A whistle stop tour of visual and material culture that has anchored the sex workers rights movement through the decades until today.
Each of these films addresses place, landscape or location and the personal reaction to their magical or concrete properties. Watch out for Kren’s structural, throbbing investigation of a forest and Baillie’s intimate and humble essay on a blind guitarist and the relationship between songs of Mexican revolutionaries and the people and places they looked to inspire.
One of the most influential groups in improvised music, with the collective understanding that comes from listening keenly to each other for decades
Although Tony had visited Haino in Japan, and they played together in private, this was the first time anyone other that Haino’s cat saw them perform together.
An improvisation that may or may not involve (typical) improvisation.
A public walk from George Square to the Barras market bringing contributions from researchers, activists and artists in a form of live critical praxis
Intriguing, underground, Berlin based musicians interested in the borders between music and theatre, language, the visual arts, politics.
An evening of live performances, readings & saucy rococo cakes celebrating the launch of Truth and Lies – An Anthology of Writing and Art by Sex Workers.
Jarrod Fowler creates a social space where layered one-to-one live encounters with the audience become sonic material.
A bodiless treatise on narration, bored speakers, audience misbehaviour and police megaphones, but: is anybody listening?