INSTAL 04
Now a two day festival, INSTAL 04 was borne of a desire to open eyes, challenge audiences and expand musical horizons. This was also the year in which a certain representative from Corwood Industries made his first ever live appearance.
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Now a two day festival, INSTAL 04 was borne of a desire to open eyes, challenge audiences and expand musical horizons. This was also the year in which a certain representative from Corwood Industries made his first ever live appearance.
Jandek’s first ever live performance. Unannounced, the performance was a total surprise for everybody at the festival.
No Wave, damaged garage jams and crazed instant vocal shrieks.
The struggle for sex workers’ rights and how we can understand it in the continuum of care work and other forms of invisibilised and precarious work.
An LSD trip gone right via dense explorations of post-Fahey steel and low level drone.
Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
A live installation of the ‘Film Ist’: projected on 4 huge screens and an improvised soundtrack from 4 figureheads of the Austrian experimental music scene.
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.
A fully transcribed, described, and open-captioned film screening that’s nothing short of their actual open heart.
Jarringly beautiful and often maniacal expression of hallucinatory and very personal visions.
To Rococo Rot member Robert Lippok performing for the first time in the UK with his solo project.
A confrontational and somehow shamanic stance; introspective silences shattered by savage jabs at the strings, whirlwind strums dying into spartan chords