
All the Colours of the Dark, Except Black
Evan Calder Williams
A chat, with examples (Zola, H. P. Lovecraft, Hammer Horror), about blackness and the sheer stupid thickness of what has no profundity whatsoever.
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A chat, with examples (Zola, H. P. Lovecraft, Hammer Horror), about blackness and the sheer stupid thickness of what has no profundity whatsoever.
Dave will lead a session created for teenagers and designed to stimulate a supportive environment for artistic exploration through music improvisation.
Freak-out group for the 21st century perform a live soundtrack to Ira Cohen’s infamous psychedelic masterpiece ‘The Invasion of Thunderbolt Pagoda’
Hartmut is going to talk a little about his work at large and the politics of how his films are constructed. And we’ll screen one of his best films: B-52.
Philip Jeck creates slowly evolving symphonies that are as much about the crackling hiss of old vinyl as the actual ‘musical’ material.
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Friday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
I wanna be with you everywhere is an everywhere gathering envisioned for and by disability communities and anyone who wants to get with us. IWBWYE returns to Performance Space and any space on June 21 for an outdoor pop-up and hybridized event.
A dialogical meeting of Baraka’s radical poetry and Grimes’ free jazz syncopation.
Out holler/ howl of English pukenoise posterboys exploded by incessant insect chatter of Northern fug dweller.
A recreation of one of Gustav Metzger’s celebrated auto destructive performances.
Thirty lucky Instal punters experience Kylie’s pre-match aggro workout one-on-one in the darkness of an Arches dressing room.
A confrontational and somehow shamanic stance; introspective silences shattered by savage jabs at the strings, whirlwind strums dying into spartan chords