INSTAL 04
Now a two day festival, INSTAL 04 was borne of a desire to open eyes, challenge audiences and expand musical horizons. This was also the year in which a certain representative from Corwood Industries made his first ever live appearance.
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Now a two day festival, INSTAL 04 was borne of a desire to open eyes, challenge audiences and expand musical horizons. This was also the year in which a certain representative from Corwood Industries made his first ever live appearance.
Sound as it is endured by space and the body: 15 participants lie face down and pound the floor with a microphone one thousand times, each person choosing their own rhythm and intensity.
Voguing, drag, clubbing, and the politics of communities making different performances of gender and sexuality visible.
“I am truly without faith. In a media marketplace that demands soulness, I can only offer soulnessless.”
How can we imagine bodies not as an end in themselves, but as a medium through which we can become one another’s means?
Jarringly beautiful and often maniacal expression of hallucinatory and very personal visions.
Ex Ganger guitarist’s solo performance for guitar and fx, featuring breathless processed guitar, complex in structure and melody.
Avant-wrongdoers Blood Stereo performing in Garthamlock the town spawned them.
By focusing on the things that most people don’t notice or pass by uncaring – Steve Roden crafts gentle, sparse and metaphorically loaded compositions.
Somewhere between performance, stripped down theatre and an intense kind of public learning or maybe even a public hearing.
Three speakers play back pre-recorded sounds, Marc listens and responds: “What is played is the imperfect witness of what I listen to (or maybe better, how I listen).”
How do poetry and maths stitch together pictures of our fractured situation from its wreckage and relics, from the debris of hope and the well of residues that make us what we are?