The View From Nowhere Part 2
Alexi Kukuljevic Mark Fisher Ray Brassier
Has neoliberal capitalism locked down social experience? Are our seemingly subjective desires, our identities, pre-packaged by dominating social structures?
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Has neoliberal capitalism locked down social experience? Are our seemingly subjective desires, our identities, pre-packaged by dominating social structures?
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.
Argument is a provocative, multi-layered film essay, a trenchant analysis of the media and remains a critically relevant and critically inflammatory tract.
Ever changing coven of feedback worshipping witches led by Blood Stereo/ Smack Music 7 shrieker Karen Constance spit audio hexes through yr skulls.
Elizabeth’s writing pulls apart toxic settler colonialism and the worldview used to justify it; working towards an alternative distribution of powers, so that ways of being otherwise can endure.
An original and beautifully simple performed installation forging a direct link between sound and image.
Heat-mapped bodies, found porn films, Korean psyche-folk, creepy police intrusion and self-defence.
Post consideration and post rationalisation… How do we think about experimental music and film after the performance?
Where we join Nackt Insecten’s disembodied spectral howls and heavyweight locomotive drones about SPT’s Subway.
Boston duo of saxophonist Bhob Rainey and trumpeter Greg Kelley approach their improvisations with a slew if extended techniques and pregnant silences.
A public walk from George Square to the Barras market bringing contributions from researchers, activists and artists in a form of live critical praxis
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.