 
Overheard (Suspension of Belief Sketch 4)
Resonance Radio Orchestra
There are core ways in which our listening to the radio differs from other kinds of listening. What happens when we pay attention to how we pay attention?
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There are core ways in which our listening to the radio differs from other kinds of listening. What happens when we pay attention to how we pay attention?
 
The most sophisticated synthetic music around: timbrally otherwise body music as sonified fictions and auditive sociograms.
Sarah Washington uses electronics and wind-up radios, running out of charge to repsond to the festivals’ Self Cancellation provocation.
 
Part old-fashioned Renaissance man, part hardcore avant-gardist, the Canadian painter-photographer-filmmaker-musician gives full vent to his genius in the exhilarating perceptual vaudeville, named after the ‘central region’ of tissue that acts as a conduit between the brain’s two hemispheres.
 
Merzbow takes the junk of sound and transforms it into blistering noise assaults with an incredible spectrum and impact.
 
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an old underground reservoir in Fife.
 
Noise music for the eyes. A 6 screen 16mm projection performance of intense audio and visual stimulus.
 
A programme looking at landscape, filmic or architectural spaces and at how the fixed stare of a camera frame only captures so much reality; here we focus on how filmmakers structure our relationship with that reality and at how they relate it to or interpret it through sound.
 
An immersive environment where sound is looped through oscillators, radio, guitar pick-ups and video amps to create dense strobing images and colours
Ever changing coven of feedback worshipping witches led by Blood Stereo/ Smack Music 7 shrieker Karen Constance spit audio hexes through yr skulls.
 
Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.
 
A sort of prayer and conference, a sort of scream and dialogue – a monologue and declaration at the time, addressing how we can build complicity with one another.