
Literary Reflections of Ballroom
Various Artists
A celebration of the release of four books written by members of, and focused on about the House and Ballroom scene.
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A celebration of the release of four books written by members of, and focused on about the House and Ballroom scene.
With Taku we’ll carry out some simple proposals for doing almost nothing, for re-thinking sound with whatever comes to hand.
Sonic ‘observations’ of the world, through micro recordings on a tiny scale and transformed into something musically compelling.
Journalist and underground music champion Alan Cummings talks to Keiji Haino about his career and his performance the previous evening.
Tiny fragments of sound recombined and woven into spare and precise, violent yet beautiful pieces
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?
A fully transcribed, described, and open-captioned film screening that’s nothing short of their actual open heart.
Tormented and drawn-out high-pitched yelps and drones, all interleaved with periods of torpid silence.
A programme that looks at how sound and image can be treated as variants in a collection of ordered objects; at how to create meaning from the similar, and to notice difference.
(Cyber)feminist, non-essentialist transgender and queer daily radio shows using the formula of morning radio as an arch way of thinking about the scripted behaviour and controlled empathy of systematic care.
A festival hewn from passions for experimental music, film and visual art and for a passion in figuring out how they can relate to, cross-fertilise and inspire and each other.
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.