Formula [ver 1.1]
Ryoji Ikeda
Exploring the interplay between punk sinewave aggression, high-speed video sequences and stroboscopic lighting
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Exploring the interplay between punk sinewave aggression, high-speed video sequences and stroboscopic lighting
Dundee. Progressive rhythmical guitar squall vs. post-highland discorporate dusk-jockey.
A recreation of one of Gustav Metzger’s celebrated auto destructive performances.
Chip will read some of his great literary pornography, which pushes sexuality to the point of extremity and exhaustion.
Michael Colligan pressing white hot metal into dry ice, causing the metal to sing and scream.
Felix Hess is a unique crosser of the boundaries between science and art. He wrote his doctorial thesis on the aerodynamics of the boomerang
Taking The Futurist Cinema’ manifesto and turning it into software to track ‘aluminium’ online, tracing relationships companies with interests in aluminum had to each other and other agencies.
Ecstatic, intensely joyous experimental club music: like “the sound of our water ceremonies…40 bands playing their melodies at once to recreate the cacophony of the first aurora and the call of the morning star Venus”.
A celebration of risk taking and adventure from some of the boldest pioneers of the past 40 years, melding avant garde and underground forms of music and moving image to create new experiments and experiences in sight and sound.
Gravitational Feel is an engine for intensifying the differentiation of our entanglement, which you continually reprogramme in the mutual rub, shift and lap of its sonic, wooden, steel, textile and human material.
A beautifully crisp, slowly evolving duo for cello and projected images. Abstract but still figurative; change only noticeable after the fact.
Can our favourite Vegas-born poet of prophetic blackness and a South Central transmuter of social rage into beauty feel through each other?