
Sunburned Hand of the Man
Sunburned Hand of the Man
First live show outside the USA featuring one-off film pieces and live theatre from the ringleaders of the ‘weird new America’ psych folk explosion.
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First live show outside the USA featuring one-off film pieces and live theatre from the ringleaders of the ‘weird new America’ psych folk explosion.
Improvising violinist Angharad Davies performing with pianists Tisha Mukarji and Andrea Neumann.
Summing up of the investigations with a reflection on what has been done that week and what could be done the next.
A chorister attempting to sing Vivaldi, with live accompaniment, while trampolining for 20 minutes.
How can we imagine bodies not as an end in themselves, but as a medium through which we can become one another’s means?
Hartmut is going to talk a little about his work at large and the politics of how his films are constructed. And we’ll screen one of his best films: B-52.
Originally billed as a duo of Ingar Zach and Derek Bailey, John Butcher stood in for Bailey at the last minute.
A conversation and livestream considering a global feminist critique of capital with Silvia Federici, Hortense Spillers and Gayatri C. Spivak.
A dance party love letter to our community, expressing the joy of relation in the abstract and through actual physical proximity.
John Butcher plays and manipulates a feeding back saxophone. Benedict Drew on electronics, broken cables and standing waves.
The program of composed music including Feldman’s Instruments III, Ligeti’s piece for 100 Metronomes Poeme Sympathetique, and Rebonds B by Iannis Xenakis.
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.