Thursday 31 March 2022, 8pm
Al Karpenter (Barakaldo) is an outsider among the underdogs and an ingenious dilettante who likes to challenge of course of history. His live performances are as rare as they are unpredictable. Listening to his album "Musik from a Private Hell" (Bruit Direct Disques), we are immediately caught by his disembodied singing with positive nihilism. It's the end of the world but the best is yet to come.
His music has been also been released by ever/never (NYC), Munster (Madrid) and Crystal Mine (Burgos) and has been described as lonely post-industrial weirdnessm, deconstructed Fushitsusha or as the perfect soundtrack for our grim times.
For this unique stage appearance, the duo will be accompanied by the improvisers Marta Sainz (bass and vocals), Enrique Zaccagnini (electronics) and Mattin of the grous Billy Bao and Regler (computer). File under non-musique, No more heroes anymore.
Sunik Kim is a musician, writer and filmmaker currently based in Los Angeles. Her recent work attempts to unfold problems of perceptual and temporal distortion through computer-generated sound. Her writing on subjects ranging from Korean communism to Conlon Nancarrow has been featured in The Wire Magazine, Pitchfork, Bandcamp Daily, Tone Glow and elsewhere. Her latest album, Formenverwandler, was released in 2025.
Drawing from her extensive research on composer Conlon Nancarrow, Formenverwandler sees Kim exploring the time or tempo canon, which can pull and project the listener's senses, melting the temporal and spatial perception of presented sounds. As in previous works such as 2022’s Raid on the White Tiger Regiment and 2023’s Potential, Kim deploys patches and tools she has designed for SuperCollider, which take raw, utilitarian General MIDI notes and multiply and spray them into frenetic webs and networks of spiraling sound.
Je hais ... d'une haine primitive, féroce
- Brigitte Fontaine
Return of the living dirt!
It's not good for you just because it hurts
Refining symptoms since 2017
Concussion & vices trading as percussion & voices
Our cheap hearts are sheeny shells
Our fouled hearts are sorry cells
Our sold hearts don't show or tell -
Whose cheap heart hurts?
Our facial tissue is all tissue paper
Our jawlines are splinters where glass used to be
