
Emma Hart & Benedict Drew
Benedict Drew Emma Hart
An original and beautifully simple performed installation forging a direct link between sound and image.
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An original and beautifully simple performed installation forging a direct link between sound and image.
How might two of the great musicians working within contrasting traditions of freedom collaborate? What might this produce: musically, socially, allegorically?
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A community of those without community, for a community to come. A schizo-scenic video-collage of the disturbing ‘normality’ of Moby Dick.
Jarrod Fowler creates a social space where layered one-to-one live encounters with the audience become sonic material.
Instead of the one-way monologue of normal performance, what would be the result of an actual collective dialogue? Where would it go?
Tormented and drawn-out high-pitched yelps and drones, all interleaved with periods of torpid silence.