Dr. Mabuse dispassionately recites communist theory over found footage of riots
Evan Calder Williams
A bodiless treatise on narration, bored speakers, audience misbehaviour and police megaphones, but: is anybody listening?
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A bodiless treatise on narration, bored speakers, audience misbehaviour and police megaphones, but: is anybody listening?
A stroboscopic and intense sensory overload of flashing abstract forms, cut to ribbons by modified projectors.
The first 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 focuses on the forebearers of filmic and musical innovation over the last 70 years.
Ken Jacobs chats to Edwin Carels: Edwin is a curator based in Ghent, responsible for some fantastic programmes of experimental film and art at the Rotterdam Film festival (amongst others).
Performing with hand built radio transmitters, which react to interference in the atmosphere and the electrical impedance of his hands, his radio art is a form of social practice; a statement in opposition to mass media.
No Wave, damaged garage jams and crazed instant vocal shrieks.
A beautifully crisp, slowly evolving duo for cello and projected images. Abstract but still figurative; change only noticeable after the fact.
Taking our festivals south of the border to The Sage Gateshead we set out to offer a few cardinal pointers in the vast array of experimental music practices.
Out of a dark haze, shafts of light emerge, as the emulsion is scratched from the surface of the film. Simultaneously, out of the black silence, noise and audible scratches bloom into a bright drone.
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?
Tiny fragments of sound recombined and woven into spare and precise, violent yet beautiful pieces
Sachiko’s very simple, pure sine tones and structures. Otomo on double pianos. Filament’s music isn’t composed and it isn’t improvised: it’s a hybrid of the two.