
Joan La Barbara
Joan La Barbara
Joan La Barbara presents works exploring the colour spectrum of a single pitch resonating in her skull, an evocation of bird song and circular singing.
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Joan La Barbara presents works exploring the colour spectrum of a single pitch resonating in her skull, an evocation of bird song and circular singing.
Instead of the one-way monologue of normal performance, what would be the result of an actual collective dialogue? Where would it go?
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in a remote sea cave near Durness.
Merzbow takes the junk of sound and transforms it into blistering noise assaults with an incredible spectrum and impact.
Edinburgh. Cask-strength electrohypnol and shroom damaged folk croonings by Lapsed Electronics empire builder.
Solo performance by Diamanda Galás one of the great artists of the last forty years. Hers is an emotional expressionism of demonic shrieks, operatic falsettos, glottal clicks and diabolical growls.
Jarrod Fowler creates a social space where layered one-to-one live encounters with the audience become sonic material.
This event honoured those individuals who achieved the status of Icon during the period of 1986-1990.
A performed lecture concerned with Renaissance occult (musical) thinkers of the cosmic who put forward the notion of the “disharmony of the world”
Reveling in the geometric, mathematical and perceptual relationship between sound and form, this programme features a landmark work of experimental film in Kubelka’s Arnulf Rainer; a complex, enduring and expressive of structuralist or flicker films.
A performance, a radio show, an installation, an endurance test. A game of chance. Constantly broadcasting live, actor Tam Dean Burn will leave Tramway at the start of INSTAL and walk away from it, in an ever increasing spiral, for a day. Then he’ll walk back.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?