Miss Major in conversation with Eric A Stanley
Eric A Stanley Miss Major
A conversation of intergenerational trans-resistance and anti-racist fierceness between two of the most inspiring public speakers we know.
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A conversation of intergenerational trans-resistance and anti-racist fierceness between two of the most inspiring public speakers we know.
Seven women recite monologues composed from texts from the vibrant years of the Weimar Republic. A kind of cultural echo: an experience of histories brought to the present.
60 cycle hums, jagged static cracklings, and clipped electron pinpricks, mutating them into sublime, post-techno grooves
Droner responsible for Fordell Research Unit, Muscletusk’s murk manipulator and Metzian concrete-mixer cement international relations and yr heids.
A performance for dry ice and four specially constructed steel tables, each one heated by a single candle until searingly hot.
The first INSTAL festival (programmed by Barry Esson of Arika and Tiernan Kelly) featured a line-up including Robert Lippock, Philip Jeck, Fennesz, Paragon Ensemble, Icebreaker International, Defaalt and Rhomboi.
Sound as it is endured by space and the body: 15 participants lie face down and pound the floor with a microphone one thousand times, each person choosing their own rhythm and intensity.
Taking a scalpel to the relationship between performer and audience: cutting something out to see what’s left, a drastic subtraction and shift of emphasis.
A concrete walkway ending in mid air, a ridiculously tight squeeze between three office buildings and various other sites of Labour politician and council leader T. Dan Smith’s modernist regeneration projects and ‘slum clearances’ of the 1950’s and 60’s.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.
A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.
Bleu Shut reveals, and allows us to enjoy, our gullibility within the pervasive absurdity of modern life.