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Aileen Campbell Dylan Nyoukis Junko
Trio vocal performance of a score by Achim Wollscheid with Aileen Campbell, Junko and Dylan Nyoukis.
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Trio vocal performance of a score by Achim Wollscheid with Aileen Campbell, Junko and Dylan Nyoukis.
Journalist and underground music champion Alan Cummings talks to Keiji Haino about his career and his performance the previous evening.
A dance party love letter to our community, expressing the joy of relation in the abstract and through actual physical proximity.
This set continues on from the Bud Neill inspired clatter using the contents of the Usurper twin’s pockets.
Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
60 minutes of hard ass minimal film, projected onto a weather balloon and accompanied by the inspired poetic rant of a visionary Frenchman.
The second of two short film programmes featuring works that blur the boundaries between music and film from artists who cross and redefine those long held divisions. This programme highlights contemporary works.
Intriguing, underground, Berlin based musicians interested in the borders between music and theatre, language, the visual arts, politics.
Solo by Jean-Philippe Gross, a French electro-acoustic improviser, working with mixing board, cheap mics, small speakers and an analog synth, built around a honed interest in feedback.
Arika is working in partnership with Decriminalised Futures on a multi year collaboration featuring multiple creative projects exploring sex worker lives, experiences and movement struggles.
Complexly interacting colossal drones by the creator of some of the most legendary yet least heard music of the 70’s.
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.