Masayoshi Urabe
Masayoshi Urabe
Tormented and drawn-out high-pitched yelps and drones, all interleaved with periods of torpid silence.
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Tormented and drawn-out high-pitched yelps and drones, all interleaved with periods of torpid silence.
A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.
Sadia Shirazi & Mezna Qato will discuss a series of scores that explore the texture and landscape of exile, resistance, and Muslim sociality. These instructional scores trouble the idea that art and activism are untouched by faith and faith is untouched by art and activism.
What happens when you are engaged in a deep and extended artistic practice that intersects between literature and music, notation and improvisation, sight and sound?
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Friday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
Terry is one of the most entertaining and unpredictable musicians in the London free improvising music scene. Rhodri Davies extends his instrument under a battery of techniques creating sound colours and textures quite alien to the harp.
Some of the most breathtaking, delicate and smoke filled guitar playing this side of Loren Connors or the quieter sides of Keiji Haino.
An original and beautifully simple performed installation forging a direct link between sound and image.
Paper Piece: Secrets is a performance for and with the whole audience, using paper, text, secrets, being in the crowd
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in a remote sea cave near Durness.
Instead of the one-way monologue of normal performance, what would be the result of an actual collective dialogue? Where would it go?
A confrontational and somehow shamanic stance; introspective silences shattered by savage jabs at the strings, whirlwind strums dying into spartan chords