Sgàire Wood
Sgàire Wood
A somehow hyper-modern, ancient and folkloric lip-synced, made-up, fashioned performance.
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A somehow hyper-modern, ancient and folkloric lip-synced, made-up, fashioned performance.
How does this practice, that simultaneously resists and honours the distinctions between these genres, materials and senses, determine the inhabitation of another: a convergence of aesthetic and social experimentation?
A speculative narrative film informed by poetry and theories of quantum entanglement across diasporic distance. An intimate exploration of grief and resistance in shifting landscapes of loss, from the streets to the bed.
Low-end drone guitarage army since 1997: nobody has done more on this occasion by a gaggle of sludge-lovers from the Scottish underground.
One of the most influential groups in improvised music, with the collective understanding that comes from listening keenly to each other for decades
In this workshop we will imagine ourselves as time travellers from a glorious and chaotic neurodivergent-led future.
A specially commissioned performance for organ. “The course of the stars were to be put to sound.”
A dismantled, performed film, where a narrator pieces together the sounds, images and storytelling of a documentary about Hurricane Katrina before a live audience.
A simple, gracefully bold set-up to allow Loïc to trace connections: of comments upon comments upon comments, of sounds next to sounds next to sounds.
GIO’s bottomless throat, Blood Stereo’s slobber gobbler and the Mouth Of The South tangle tonsils over Steve McCaffrey’s Carnival
Individual experience separated by physical boundaries (of space, time or ability) suggested as communities of collective experience by (perhaps voyeuristic) artists.
Philip Jeck creates slowly evolving symphonies that are as much about the crackling hiss of old vinyl as the actual ‘musical’ material.