Investigation – Summing Up
Summing up of the investigations with a reflection on what has been done that week and what could be done the next.
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Summing up of the investigations with a reflection on what has been done that week and what could be done the next.
In many ways, this Episode is our attempt to engage with Fred’s incredible writing: with his proposal that all black performance (culture, politics, sexuality, identity, and blackness itself) is improvisation.
A chat with Rashad about the communist, conceptual methodology that informs his ground-breaking synthetic music—a form of speculative sonic fiction writing to produce hyperreal non-representational auditive experiences.
Come for the crip ingenuity; stay for the smooth feels of what it is to be each other’s everything.
Poetry of raw fearless truth and the realest crip insight fully embedded in absolute lyrical lounge.
Writing that shows us that, even in struggle, there is light to be let in.
Three iconic figures from the Japanese underground assembled as a trio to stand in for the advertised duo of Junko and Jerome Noetinger who was unable to attend the festival due to illness.
A sort of prayer and conference, a sort of scream and dialogue – a monologue and declaration at the time, addressing how we can build complicity with one another.
A recently reanimated Ascension, with mighty Leeds drum hero Paul Hession bringing a dense polyrhythmic torrent into play with Jaworzyn’s reinvigorated piercing guitar.
How do we make the connections between the mutual aid practices of our daily lives and anti-capitalist efforts to dismantle wider systems of exploitation?
Moor Mother is a musician, Philadelphian housing activist and black quantum futurist.
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.