
Thuja & Keith Evans
Keith Evans Thuja
Thuja specialise in a unique and abstract folk music, a devoutly organic tapestry deeply rooted in the sway and bow of nature.
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Thuja specialise in a unique and abstract folk music, a devoutly organic tapestry deeply rooted in the sway and bow of nature.
Dub is strange. A conversation with Edward George and Dhanveer Brar.
Loïc and Marc are proposing a series of investigations into the tension between improvisation and recording and how it can be used to engage with different spaces and environments around Dundee
Inspired by the supernatural horror of H. P. Lovecraft, black metal and a sense of worry as to what constitutes an object, or a world.
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an abandoned oil tanker on Hoy.
An immersive live performance for multiple 16mm film and bass clarinet, taking in the whole gallery, submerging the audience.
William cradles, hammers, and rains down blows, plucking and using 2 bows to attack the strings above and below the bridge, all in the service of a fiery and passionate creativity.
How do you know what you want? Should freedom be doing what you ought, not doing what you want? How might a philosopher and artist turn this thinking into an enabling condition in the context of noise and improvisation?
The final iteration of Arika’s INSTAL festivals, the 2010 edition was an experimental festival of experimental music – 3 days of events at the Tramway that explored un-average ideas about sound and music.
Guitar and voice. Keening, droning and mourning. Be ready to release and bring your dis-ease.
Can our favourite Vegas-born poet of prophetic blackness and a South Central transmuter of social rage into beauty feel through each other?
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?