
JILAT
JLIAT / James Whitehead
UK conceptual/ drone/ noise artist, who is seriously posing what might seem to be unanswerable questions of music.
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UK conceptual/ drone/ noise artist, who is seriously posing what might seem to be unanswerable questions of music.
Strickland Distribution and Ultra-red give a practical sound workshop bringing together walk participants to discuss the issues raised during the walk
The site of the former Abbeyhill Station on the 1903 Leith branch of the Edinburgh and Dalkeith railway, overgrown and leading to as yet un-regenerated ‘wasteland’; taxi’s for 80 people, each instructed to take different routes between locations and; a slice of land concealed behind corporate business park branding off the Wester Approach Rd, apparently of no conceivable use and named ‘Chateaux de Scum’ by those who use it anyway.
Includes: a polish counting lesson, around NYC with D A Pennebaker, a portrait of a tower block, a man with a spade, at home with KYTN regular Guy Sherwin, a cinematic Blair Witchish cut-up and a song for some swings.
Glasgow. Power electronic klutz behaviour by Kovorox sound head-honcho. Bruised bodies and broken microphones.
Where we join Nackt Insecten’s disembodied spectral howls and heavyweight locomotive drones about SPT’s Subway.
French improviser, composer, writer & musical thinker of dry humour and elegant clarity. Sly conjurer of music from the unconsidered processes of music making.
A silent performance of (musical) reverberation.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?
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).”
A film performance about Guy then, and Guy now, as a metaphor for the passing of time, which of course all film is inherently about.
Merzbow takes the junk of sound and transforms it into blistering noise assaults with an incredible spectrum and impact.