Stalled at Universal – Box & Nimrod 33
Box Nimrod 33
Dundee. Progressive rhythmical guitar squall vs. post-highland discorporate dusk-jockey.
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Dundee. Progressive rhythmical guitar squall vs. post-highland discorporate dusk-jockey.
To Rococo Rot member Robert Lippok performing for the first time in the UK with his solo project.
When one calls a strike, who hears the call, who attunes and listens to it? How to listen to the call of a strike? What prevents one from hearing this call or stops one from listening to it?
A changing pool of people (40 or so at a time – artists, audiences, etc) talk for 90 minutes in a simultaneous series of open-ended round-table discussions, structured like speed dating, and mixed live as both a concert and for radio broadcast.
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?
A loud, buzzing stew of electrical light as noise and convulsive electric guitar squall.
Moor Mother is a musician, Philadelphian housing activist and black quantum futurist.
Edinburgh. Cask-strength electrohypnol and shroom damaged folk croonings by Lapsed Electronics empire builder.
What is the radical concept at the core of ‘rhythm’, expanded from simply musical or mathematical notions to encompass personal, social, collective rhythms?
An immersive environment where sound is looped through oscillators, radio, guitar pick-ups and video amps to create dense strobing images and colours
Ten short intimate one-on-one conversations with Robert Softley Gale – We all want to see ourselves reflected in the world around us—in society, in art, in culture… in porn?
Los Glissandinos work with clarinet and sine tones beating and thrumming in your middle ear, all beautifully paced and serene, but with just enough steely menace broiling under the surface to keep you on edge.