What is the Sound of Freedom?
Ultra-red
For day five of Ultra-red’s project, the investigation will review the previous work undertaken together, and perhaps draw up a summary of reflections and pose some future questions.
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For day five of Ultra-red’s project, the investigation will review the previous work undertaken together, and perhaps draw up a summary of reflections and pose some future questions.
60 cycle hums, jagged static cracklings, and clipped electron pinpricks, mutating them into sublime, post-techno grooves
Tormented and drawn-out high-pitched yelps and drones, all interleaved with periods of torpid silence.
Former street performer, organist, performance artist, circus performer, harpist, accordion player, tree surgeon and tricyclist performing solo.
What to do about a telethon other than fuck it up? Poet, tarotist, artist, and librarian Cyrée Jarelle Johnson returns to IWBWYE to read the 1980s and ’90s for what those decades were: practice for now.
A mixture of investigation groups, live performances, screenings and installations at DCA; the festival looked to strip back music, sound, film and moving image to their core ideas and explore them with artists and audiences.
Like walking through the abstracted amalgamation of 30 or so storms, trays of water shaken by thunder, light bouncing off pools.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.
Robin Hayward – exploring the micro-sounds of a tuba, filling slowly with sand.
An occasion for commotion, and a chorus of motions. Choreography rotating your revolutions and then some.
A preposterously heavy, eye of the storm musical tug of war, in which two drummers, electronics and electric guitar fall over each other in a droning crush.
Poetry of raw fearless truth and the realest crip insight fully embedded in absolute lyrical lounge.