Hidden in Plain Sight: Club
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The club as a community and a site for performed politics: deep/ queer house, vogue femme, lipsync and ballroom.
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The club as a community and a site for performed politics: deep/ queer house, vogue femme, lipsync and ballroom.
Ken presents his Nervous Magic Lantern, wherein film itself is forsaken for an investigation of hypnotic and trancelike crystaline forms. Eric La Casa works with recordings of everyday occurrences: the background hum of place.
Complexly interacting colossal drones by the creator of some of the most legendary yet least heard music of the 70’s.
The first of two short film programmes featuring works that blur the boundaries between music and film from artists who cross and redefine those long held divisions. This programme focuses on the forebearers of filmic and musical innovation over the last 70 years.
Giants of the Japanese avant-rock scene Ruins are a hardcore prog rock bass + drums duo led by drummer extraordinaire Tatsuya Yoshida and joined in Dundee by Sasaki Hisashi.
Guitar and voice. Keening, droning and mourning. Be ready to release and bring your dis-ease.
One of the most arresting and unique improvisers in Japan, creating an original and powerful body of free music.
Free jazz pianist John Blum with an everywhere-at-once presence in duo with Jackson Krall, incendiary free jazz drummer and sound sculptor
A performance for dry ice and four specially constructed steel tables, each one heated by a single candle until searingly hot.
An original and beautifully simple performed installation forging a direct link between sound and image.
Julius Eastman’s Evil Nigger for 4 pianos performed by Joe Kubera, Kate Thompson, David Murray, Alan Fearon and Simon Passmore.
A confrontational and somehow shamanic stance; introspective silences shattered by savage jabs at the strings, whirlwind strums dying into spartan chords