Dr. Mabuse dispassionately recites communist theory over found footage of riots
Evan Calder Williams
A bodiless treatise on narration, bored speakers, audience misbehaviour and police megaphones, but: is anybody listening?
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A bodiless treatise on narration, bored speakers, audience misbehaviour and police megaphones, but: is anybody listening?
Black-clad with an ominous aura created by their distorted guitar epics, burnt-out ballads and raucous mantric jams.
60 cycle hums, jagged static cracklings, and clipped electron pinpricks, mutating them into sublime, post-techno grooves
Blood Stereo & Ludo Mich: linking past and present generations of DIY intuitive expression in a post fluxus ‘big mess’.
Free Jazz group comprising Matt Lavelle, Matt Heyner (TEST, No-Neck Blues Band) and Ryan Sawyer (Tall Firs).
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?
Repetitive, mesmerizing rhythmic workouts, to pieces of stark and rigorous introspection, where notes picked and slid in isolation, scatter like mercury around the listener.
Philip Jeck creates slowly evolving symphonies that are as much about the crackling hiss of old vinyl as the actual ‘musical’ material.
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.
Nina’s going to talk about November, by Hito Steyerl: what and how the film thinks, or about what and how it might makes us think (which is connected, but not the same thing), by watching, and it discussing (with you?).
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an abandoned oil tanker on Hoy.
A film performance about Guy then, and Guy now, as a metaphor for the passing of time, which of course all film is inherently about.