Light Trap
Greg Pope Norbert Möslang
Out of a dark haze, shafts of lights are picked out from the surface of film. Out of the black silence, noise, audible scratches bloom into a bright drone of broken and cracked objects.
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Out of a dark haze, shafts of lights are picked out from the surface of film. Out of the black silence, noise, audible scratches bloom into a bright drone of broken and cracked objects.
Usurper luddite twins’ disabled instruments play a game of pick-up-sticks with the deconstructed horn of a young Derby opponent.
Ecstatic, intensely joyous experimental club music: like “the sound of our water ceremonies…40 bands playing their melodies at once to recreate the cacophony of the first aurora and the call of the morning star Venus”.
Sonic ‘observations’ of the world, through micro recordings on a tiny scale and transformed into something musically compelling.
How black radical practices of abolition imagine a way out of the caging and mass killing of life.
What is the radical concept at the core of ‘rhythm’, expanded from simply musical or mathematical notions to encompass personal, social, collective rhythms?
An improvisation that may or may not involve (typical) improvisation.
No Wave, damaged garage jams and crazed instant vocal shrieks.
One of the great experimental films. A 60 minute, three part riddle that maybe approximates our intellectual development by moving from imageless words to the recognition of silent images and the learning of simple tasks and finally a serenity and acceptance of death.
Greek TV company Onos Productions came to INSTAL 09 to document the festival and report on Nikos Veliotis’ Cello Powder performance.
Paper Piece: Secrets is a performance for and with the whole audience, using paper, text, secrets, being in the crowd
How do we sense entanglement? Can the knotting of ropes according to a poem’s rhythm make the social pulse of language matter?