
Hit Parade
Christof Migone
Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
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Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
Bleu Shut reveals, and allows us to enjoy, our gullibility within the pervasive absurdity of modern life.
Chip’s written some of the greatest of all Sci-Fi and Fantasy—page turning character driven diamond-hard novels and short stories: each a lens that refracts our real-life struggles and desires.
Chip will read some of his great literary pornography, which pushes sexuality to the point of extremity and exhaustion.
A simple, gracefully bold set-up to allow Loïc to trace connections: of comments upon comments upon comments, of sounds next to sounds next to sounds.
Somewhere between performance, stripped down theatre and an intense kind of public learning or maybe even a public hearing.
Minimal details and otherworldly glistening drones, rich with sustained metallic timbres that breathe with the scrapped pulse of bowed metal.
Summing up of the investigations with a reflection on what has been done that week and what could be done the next.
Tiny fragments of sound recombined and woven into spare and precise, violent yet beautiful pieces
The Songspiels take on a mode of musical theatre developed by playwright Bertolt Brecht and composer Kurt Weill in the early twentieth century, presenting political and social concerns through the accessible and (often funny) form of song.
A programme of discontinuity between narration, text and image. Including Manual Saiz’s employment of John Malkovich’s Spanish dubbing double and Peter Rose’s absurdly hilarious concrete poetry subtitling chaos.
A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.