See Noise Hear Light Sunday
Arrington de Dionyso Eye Contact Kiyoharu Kuwayama Maryanne Amacher Matt Hulse Rina Kijima Tetsuya Umeda
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Sunday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
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Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Sunday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
A fulcrum to the Japanese noise scene, JOJO Hiroshige has been responsible for much of the explosion of free music coming from Japan in the last 30 years.
Strickland Distribution and Ultra-red give a practical sound workshop bringing together walk participants to discuss the issues raised during the walk
Transfeminist, communist, revolutionary poetry that refuses to flinch. Nat Raha presents new work in the nine.
Can a musician create a sonic photograph; something with a depth of field, where you can hear sounds and their interconnections, much as you see objects and their relationships in a photo? Could a filmmaker use musical concepts to represent landscape?
Out of a dark haze, shafts of lights are picked out from the surface of film. Out of the black silence, noise, audible scratches bloom into a bright drone of broken and cracked objects.
Dub is strange. A conversation with Edward George and Dhanveer Brar.
Adamantly analogue, inspiring and frequently chaotic in performance, Metamkine draw no distinction between image and sound; during their intuitively improvised performances music and images are created simultaneously and equitably.
A kind of an informal overview of INSTAL.
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.
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).”
Is it possible to dance our way out of the hardened stances and identity prisons we are locked in?