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Derek Lodge The Duty Managers
Artist Derek Lodge running a specially designed social space, somewhere for conversation, story-telling and interaction.
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Artist Derek Lodge running a specially designed social space, somewhere for conversation, story-telling and interaction.
Edinburgh. Nigh-inaudible improv jams with disabled instruments from the makers of Giant Tank and Pizza Boy Delivery.
Brother and sister stumble over the early morning horizon in a spectral haze of emotionally devastating lunar vocals and oblique, lithium-soaked folk.
Out holler/ howl of English pukenoise posterboys exploded by incessant insect chatter of Northern fug dweller.
In which Storyboard P and members of Project X pick a song, freestyle to it, chat with us about what dancing means to them, then pick another song, freestyle, chat, repeat…
A conversation between influential figures thinking through Blackness and Indigeneity, asking: what if we took seriously the possibility that this world, as we know it, may be coming to an end? We dread the loss of this world, but have we begun to imagine the one to come?
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.
Can we find ideas of queer anarchism, failure and low theory in popular culture?
A panel exploring how to dismantle the master’s house — its material edifices and ideological architecture — and the construction of abolitionist futures in the present.
Come for the crip ingenuity; stay for the smooth feels of what it is to be each other’s everything.
The mutability of the body and the mobility of identity: queered pop culture, drag, lip-sync and performance.
A voice that can vault from an elegantly whispered insinuation to asphyxiated and murderous barks or squalls in a heartbeat.