
Listener as Operator
Howard Slater
Our favourite Lancashire-born autodictact asks what’s political about the tension between the individual and the collective in free jazz.
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Our favourite Lancashire-born autodictact asks what’s political about the tension between the individual and the collective in free jazz.
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Sunday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
To Rococo Rot member Robert Lippok performing for the first time in the UK with his solo project.
How do poetry and maths stitch together pictures of our fractured situation from its wreckage and relics, from the debris of hope and the well of residues that make us what we are?
Christian Bök‘s work spans thrillingly conceptual poetry to body-shaking vocal performances.
This set continues on from the Bud Neill inspired clatter using the contents of the Usurper twin’s pockets.
A concrete walkway ending in mid air, a ridiculously tight squeeze between three office buildings and various other sites of Labour politician and council leader T. Dan Smith’s modernist regeneration projects and ‘slum clearances’ of the 1950’s and 60’s.
Beatriz will explore her thinking, on film as translation, plural subjectivity or land-based militancy. Discussion will centre around her work Oriana and its companion piece Oenanthe, which will be screened in full.
How can we imagine bodies not as an end in themselves, but as a medium through which we can become one another’s means?
A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.
A 100 strong Feral Choir of people who’ve never improvised with their voices before, conducted by composer Phil Minton.
Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.