Beyond Transgression
Samuel R. Delany
Chip will read some of his great literary pornography, which pushes sexuality to the point of extremity and exhaustion.
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Chip will read some of his great literary pornography, which pushes sexuality to the point of extremity and exhaustion.
Slowly evolving ultra-subtle harmonics and multi-tracked, otherworldly drones that only reveal their true power at high volume.
Greek TV company Onos Productions came to INSTAL 09 to document the festival and report on Nikos Veliotis’ Cello Powder performance.
A solo improvisation using just the situation of the concert: a space, a PA, Mattin’s own thoughts, you, the audience.
A chat, with examples (Zola, H. P. Lovecraft, Hammer Horror), about blackness and the sheer stupid thickness of what has no profundity whatsoever.
The first of two short film programmes featuring works that blur the boundaries between music and film from artists who cross and redefine those long held divisions. This programme focuses on the forebearers of filmic and musical innovation over the last 70 years.
Usurper jamming live in a skip at the site of Bud’s Neill’s Lobey Dosser statue on Woodlands Road.
Glasgow based artist Defaalt invites the audience to collaborate fully in his performance by means of a generative graphical interface.
During their time in Scotland for Instal 06 Dave Dove, Bhob Rainey and Greg Kelly did some improvisation workshops and performances in and around Glasgow.
In a moment of social exhaustion, we want to ask how we might care for each other differently. We Can’t Live Without Our Lives is a 5-day exploration of care as a form of struggle and resistance, with communities who embody it.
Tormented and drawn-out high-pitched yelps and drones, all interleaved with periods of torpid silence.
Tiny fragments of sound recombined and woven into spare and precise, violent yet beautiful pieces