
Keiji Haino
Keiji Haino
Torrential, wrenching wordless wails, guttural screams and roars, a Haino solo vocal performance.
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Torrential, wrenching wordless wails, guttural screams and roars, a Haino solo vocal performance.
Join activists, academics and artists as they reflect on abolitionist praxis and thought, exploring covergences with gender, poetry, technology, performance, speculation, aesthetics, film and culture. This series of events commemorates Black August and is for anyone who wishes to answer the abolitionist call to action and thought.
Jarrod Fowler and Christof Migone kick things off with performances involving edible plants, a saw, dandruff, and Christof responding to the prompt: “as far as you can for as long as you can.”
A sound of buzzing and flickering metallic drones, glottal stops and guttural growls, and also an explosiveness and purity of sound that reminds you as much of Bill Dixon as anyone else.
Performing with hand built radio transmitters, which react to interference in the atmosphere and the electrical impedance of his hands, his radio art is a form of social practice; a statement in opposition to mass media.
The worlds leading radio art station brings you: a performance, a radio show, an installation, an endurance test.
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 new interpretation of Kosugi’s Catch-Wave, producing a cloud of fluctuating, hypnotic drones, in front of a backdrop of projected waves.
Electronic music, time, thought, the word, and consecutive matters
Location: Around and about the old public library in Easterhouse; disinvested in and left to rot by the council but which was shamelessly, hastily and superficially cleaned by them in expectation of our event.
A somehow hyper-modern, ancient and folkloric lip-synced, made-up, fashioned performance.
Tiny fragments of sound recombined and woven into spare and precise, violent yet beautiful pieces