Friday 7 November 2014, 8pm
Sonic seeds and spores from Polish electronic noise artist Ewa Justka, hypnotic Brighton-based musician Embla Quickbeam, sculptural sound artist Luke Jordan, electro-acoustic composer Pascal Savy, and synth/cello improv duo Grapefruits. Plus filmprojektion from Laid Eyes and Electric Knife Records DJing throughout and til late.
EWA JUSTKA
Ewa Justka is a Polish electronic noise artist based in London. She currently studies BA Sound Arts & Design at London College of Communication. She completed an internship in physical computing at STEIM, Amsterdam, where she was working on documentation of Black Box modular system.
Justka’s main field of research is based on exploration of materiality of objects, vibrant, ontological systems (human bodies, plants’ bodies, electronic circuits: varied range of micro and macro environments and relations between them) and an investigation of modes of quasi-direct perception through noise performance actions, interactive installation, DIY electronics, hardware hacking, plant-molesting, breaking, deconstructing and collaborating. In her artistic work Ewa attempts to explore the concept of materiality of objects through creation of prompt interactions between them.
Ewa has performed at Network Music Festival, Birmingham, UK; Supernormal Festival Oxfordshire, UK, Club Transmediale Festival, Berlin; Explodin Cinema, Goldsmiths College, London, UK; STEIM, Amsterdam, NL; Moving Forest, Chelsea College, London, UK; Colour out of Space, Brighton, UK; Beam Festival, Brunel University, London, UK and more.
Ewa Justka website
EMBLA QUICKBEAM
'Emerging from a netherworld of spectral radiophonics and atmospheric ambience, the Brighton-based Embla Quickbeam, once a member of ritualistic supergroup Leopard Leg, is a paragon of creeping malice and subtle disquiet. Her off-kilter symphonies of haunted rapture and discordant dreamscapes are a glimpse into a kingdom of unsettling beauty, and a monocle for the third eye.' - Supernormal
“Audio-investigator sends chewed postcards from the eldritch heart of England. Melted snapshots of tea-breaks in post-diluvian seaside cafes, fading playgrounds ascending to heaven as the radiation levels rise, and village bells dissolving into pure light. Like Terry Riley’s ‘Music For The Gift’ if the gift were a box full of eggshell and moss. Illogical, yes, but she has the tapes to prove it.” - Daniel Spicer