Hit Parade
Christof Migone
Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
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Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
Multiple images, glimpses of old films, abstract images in the midst of an electro-acoustic sound field of tape loops & analogue synthesizers
Merzbow takes the junk of sound and transforms it into blistering noise assaults with an incredible spectrum and impact.
4 days of workshops, discussions and artists presentations exploring the radical act of caring for each other while working to change the world.
The Cube is a 6 hour performed installation in which sound and image are treated as independent but equal, where musicians and filmmakers sit alongside each other, improvise to and feed off both projected image and amplified and acoustic sound.
60 minutes of hard ass minimal film, projected onto a weather balloon and accompanied by the inspired poetic rant of a visionary Frenchman.
How do we gesture to the invisible, the trans or the obscure? A performative conversation between boychild and Fernando, a sharing of gestures, and a bodily back and forth between mathematician and dance artist.
This set continues on from the Bud Neill inspired clatter using the contents of the Usurper twin’s pockets.
Christian Bök‘s work spans thrillingly conceptual poetry to body-shaking vocal performances.
AVVA sees the internal feedback of Toshi’s no-input mixing desk is fed to Billy, and transformed into bright and variegated patters, striations and blooming colour, before being fed back to Toshi and manipulated on route to the PA.
Wordless, reverb drenched voice, ghosted electronics, seething and ferocious electronic damage and Patty Waters style vocal mania.
Can our favourite Vegas-born poet of prophetic blackness and a South Central transmuter of social rage into beauty feel through each other?