See Noise Hear Light Friday
Blood Stereo Ellen Fullman Jason Lescalleet Ludo Mich Matt Hulse Nmperign Oshiri Penpenz Sean Meehan
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Friday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
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Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Friday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
“Mackey composes realist-mythic layering of lyrical prose unlike anything being written today.” — New York Times. “Our greatest living epic poet…Mackey’s poetry and criticism have reinvented modernism for our time.”— LitHub
Hijokaidan rapidly built a following due to the overwhelmingly physical intensity of their live performances, often involving destructive onstage rituals of vomit, urine, mangled guitars and ear shredding volume.
Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.
Beatriz will explore her thinking, on film as translation, plural subjectivity or land-based militancy. Discussion will centre around her work Oriana and its companion piece Oenanthe, which will be screened in full.
A collaborative performance where sound and image are created, performed and mediated by light, water and glass.
A 101 panel on sex work in Scotland, hosted by Scotland for Decrim and National Ugly Mugs
Lo-fidelity sheets of parinirvanic mangled tone get driven into oblivion by two longstanding gurus of the Northern England primitivist noise.
A film performance about Guy then, and Guy now, as a metaphor for the passing of time, which of course all film is inherently about.
A historical narrative of the black and Latino/a transgender, bisexual, lesbian, and gay House and Ballroom Scene in relation to race, gender, sexuality and class oppressions.
Instead of the one-way monologue of normal performance, what would be the result of an actual collective dialogue? Where would it go?
Perhaps the paradigm of America’s covert musical subculture, Sun City Girls operate just over the border of raucous delirium.