Iain Campbell
Iain Campbell F-W
A series of three short performed situations and statements to be examined or judged from the most interesting young musician in Glasgow (we think).
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A series of three short performed situations and statements to be examined or judged from the most interesting young musician in Glasgow (we think).
A collaborative performance where sound and image are created, performed and mediated by light, water and glass.
Life drawing class for artists of all genders, backgrounds and levels of ability, 18+. Draw strippers and sex workers as they perform their usual club routines, in a different context; from the strip club to the art gallery.
Using violin and cello the duo map out a twilight sonic world that seems to tread the faultlines between improvisation and composition.
To Rococo Rot member Robert Lippok performing for the first time in the UK with his solo project.
“Beginning where you and me ends, where we don’t so much come but are already here.” Join James and Nisha to talk about breath, erotics and flesh, about our social, poetic cosubstantiality.
Ian and Gil will host a discussion on the Argument project’s social and political commentaries, and with you try and maybe think through whether and how they might still have some currency today: what’s changed and what’s stayed the same?
Three (thankfully short) chats wherein we try and get at what’s eating us with regards to experimental music, and what we think might be worth salvaging.
Come for the crip ingenuity; stay for the smooth feels of what it is to be each other’s everything.
Includes: solar flares, insect fireworks, a new film from Ian Helliwell, pulsating glaciers, an apple being eaten alive, sea ravaged stock, crushed blackberries and film that has literally risen from the grave.
Where we join Nackt Insecten’s disembodied spectral howls and heavyweight locomotive drones about SPT’s Subway.
Writing that shows us that, even in struggle, there is light to be let in.