Stalled at Universal – Una MacGlone, Peter Nicholson & Aileen Campbell
Aileen Campbell Peter Nicholson Una MacGlone
Glasgow. Free-playing quartet of bass/ cello/ voice from The Glasgow Improvisors Orchestra and Age Of Wire & String.
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Glasgow. Free-playing quartet of bass/ cello/ voice from The Glasgow Improvisors Orchestra and Age Of Wire & String.
Do art forms like black radical poetry, free jazz and improvisation create a space for the performance of freedom? Did they ever? And can they still do so now?
Paul Sharits is one of our all time heroes, and one of the great artist filmmakers of the 20th Century.
This set continues on from the Bud Neill inspired clatter using the contents of the Usurper twin’s pockets.
Joe Colley specialises in hotwired sound constructions full of ominous electronic disturbances and caustic, noxious drones. For KYTN, Joe created a situation of controlled chaos with 50 light sensitive oscillators placed in a field of candles.
A panel exploring how to dismantle the master’s house — its material edifices and ideological architecture — and the construction of abolitionist futures in the present.
Sound and image slipping out of synch and into discord, the programme includes (in London at least) a very special version of Hollis Frampton’s masterful (nostalgia) with a live narration by Michael Snow.
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Saturday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
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.
A guitar solo of frugal wringing, of notes in the dark, an attitude of making everything count.
Black Boned Angel’s is a rock sound, stripped of all extraneous detail right down to its core, stretched out and nailed to the ceiling.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?