
Whitehouse
Whitehouse
Formed as a means to realise William Bennett’s goal of “a sound that could bludgeon an audience into submission”
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Formed as a means to realise William Bennett’s goal of “a sound that could bludgeon an audience into submission”
An open conversation hosted by Saidiya Hartman and Fred Moten around ‘fugitivity’ and ‘waywardness’ and what it means to be in flight, excessive or ungovernable.
Sonic ‘observations’ of the world, through micro recordings on a tiny scale and transformed into something musically compelling.
Artist Derek Lodge running a specially designed social space, somewhere for conversation, story-telling and interaction.
Black-clad with an ominous aura created by their distorted guitar epics, burnt-out ballads and raucous mantric jams.
Final workshop exploring work, care and class. Does the ‘care industry’ summon forth its own class? Can this ‘affective class’, in their ability to care for others, militate against the carelessness of self-interest?
Performance of a Sudoko based graphic score giving rise to a process of self cancellation.
Ecstatic, intensely joyous experimental club music: like “the sound of our water ceremonies…40 bands playing their melodies at once to recreate the cacophony of the first aurora and the call of the morning star Venus”.
An audio and video investigation of gender cults, Catholicism, hauntings and nuns’ use of audio devices…
Beat poet Ira Cohen’s now infamous and wildly psychedelic film odyssey feeds one’s own seeing apparatus through beautifully warped and distorting mylar mirrors, resulting in a film dense and rich with visual arcana and poetry.
Noise music for the eyes: projectors turned into instruments, B&W film loops into a thrumming riot of colour, motion and sound.
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.