Hit Parade (New York)
Christof Migone
Sound as it is endured by space and the body: 15 participants lie face down and pound the floor with a microphone one thousand times, each person choosing their own rhythm and intensity.
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Sound as it is endured by space and the body: 15 participants lie face down and pound the floor with a microphone one thousand times, each person choosing their own rhythm and intensity.
Trio vocal performance of a score by Achim Wollscheid with Aileen Campbell, Junko and Dylan Nyoukis.
Performance of a Sudoko based graphic score giving rise to a process of self cancellation.
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Out holler/ howl of English pukenoise posterboys exploded by incessant insect chatter of Northern fug dweller.
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Underground movement legend boychild hosts this workshop—on improvisation, cosmetics, movement and lip-sync.
For this one off performance Vibracathedral Orchestra are joined by Matthew Bower and John Godbert from mighty UK heavy/drone/psych free-noise behemoths Skullfower, Sunroof! and Total.
An audio report for the NATOarts board of directors that seeks to promote global security and stability through the exhibition of works of conceptual art.
Cardboard boxes, metal guitar, critical homage, attempts to describe things you can’t describe. A one-man Grand Guignol school play.
Complexly interacting colossal drones by the creator of some of the most legendary yet least heard music of the 70’s.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.