Black Boned Angel
Black Boned Angel
Black Boned Angel’s is a rock sound, stripped of all extraneous detail right down to its core, stretched out and nailed to the ceiling.
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Black Boned Angel’s is a rock sound, stripped of all extraneous detail right down to its core, stretched out and nailed to the ceiling.
A multi-media harp and spoken word tribute to the incalculable, the in-deducible, the suspicious static noise that accompanies the voice of truth, and the attempted aberrations in the domain of emergence.
Noise music for the eyes. A 6 screen 16mm projection performance of intense audio and visual stimulus.
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Saturday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
One of the great experimental films. A 60 minute, three part riddle that maybe approximates our intellectual development by moving from imageless words to the recognition of silent images and the learning of simple tasks and finally a serenity and acceptance of death.
The mutability of the body and the mobility of identity: queered pop culture, drag, lip-sync and performance.
A public gathering that brings together local artists, musicians, activists, and community organisers.
Chip will read some of his great literary pornography, which pushes sexuality to the point of extremity and exhaustion.
A community of those without community, for a community to come. A schizo-scenic video-collage of the disturbing ‘normality’ of Moby Dick.
Ecstatic, intensely joyous experimental club music: like “the sound of our water ceremonies…40 bands playing their melodies at once to recreate the cacophony of the first aurora and the call of the morning star Venus”.
A bodiless treatise on narration, bored speakers, audience misbehaviour and police megaphones, but: is anybody listening?
Is it possible to dance our way out of the hardened stances and identity prisons we are locked in?