
Whitehouse
Whitehouse
Formed as a means to realise William Bennett’s goal of “a sound that could bludgeon an audience into submission”
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Formed as a means to realise William Bennett’s goal of “a sound that could bludgeon an audience into submission”
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?
A collaboration bringing together artists with a shared gravitational heft to their work; an intense and concentrated accumulation of detail and power.
A public walk from George Square to the Barras market bringing contributions from researchers, activists and artists in a form of live critical praxis
An occasion for commotion, and a chorus of motions. Choreography rotating your revolutions and then some.
A voice that can vault from an elegantly whispered insinuation to asphyxiated and murderous barks or squalls in a heartbeat.
Voguing, drag, clubbing, and the politics of communities making different performances of gender and sexuality visible.
A 3-day exploration – through performance, screenings and discussion – of the art and politics of wayward communities who refuse to be bound by the fictions of race and sex.
Experience a sense of being in the world, in a specific space and time. Including Jeanne Liotta’s recordings of the ionosphere and Walter Ruttmann’s radical 35mm precursor to musique concrète.
West Coast drone-age guitar grumbler/ consumer electronic reclaimer meets free-thinking clang/ chime/ drone bluesman of The East.
An contradictory guitarist, he’s equally at home in slow, halting acoustic improvisation or piercing minimal examinations of electric guitar.
Los Glissandinos work with clarinet and sine tones beating and thrumming in your middle ear, all beautifully paced and serene, but with just enough steely menace broiling under the surface to keep you on edge.