Arika have been creating events since 2001. The Archive is space to share the documentation of our work, over 600 events from the past 20 years. Browse the archive by event, artists and collections, explore using theme pairs, or use the index for a comprehensive overview.
Guitar and voice. Keening, droning and mourning. Be ready to release and bring your dis-ease.
The most sophisticated synthetic music around: timbrally otherwise body music as sonified fictions and auditive sociograms.
A series of three short performed situations and statements to be examined or judged from the most interesting young musician in Glasgow (we think).
What does it mean to listen with the mind as well as the ears? A solo performance from the great avant-garde pianist.
CCI Sound system: a performance in which new material will be mixed and phased between two huge PA’s, one a precise Meyer system, the other a huge wall of Marshall amps
Reading their letters to each other, and chatting about prefigurative politics as the practice of relentlessly building worlds through unspeakable violence and loss; of building worlds and living in them anyway.
How do communities practice being one another’s means, addressing their material problems facing them replicating the state’s violent logic of who is disposable.
A trio of Tamio’s screaming and immovable slabs of sound; Mico’s dance/ performance/ piano; Fritz’s absurd, flailing percussion/ voice.
What would a world and an ethics look like free from the destructive consequences of the Western mind?
The mutability of the body and the mobility of identity: queered pop culture, drag, lip-sync and performance.
What to do about a telethon other than fuck it up? Poet, tarotist, artist, and librarian Cyrée Jarelle Johnson returns to IWBWYE to read the 1980s and ’90s for what those decades were: practice for now.
A riot of 60’s psychedelia, magick, ritual and tight black leather, this programme highlights underground innovators who use and subvert pop music for their own experimental ends; and be warned, in Anger, there’s real darkness.
