Claire Sawers

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Album review: Karen Gwyer, Rembo

Resident Advisor
18 July 2017

Karen Gwyer
Rembo
(Don’t Be Afraid)
3.8 stars

album artwork Karen Gwyer Rembo

Occupying the spaces between weirdo body music and kaleidoscopic, live improv techno, Karen Gwyer’s output has always been as individual as it is danceable. Originally from Ann Arbor, Michigan and now based in London, Gwyer is a relatively late-starter in music production, which only adds to her charms. Having used a marriage breakdown as a reason to escape into the experimental, psychedelic hinterlands of Britain’s music scene, Gwyer has spent the past five or so years dabbling in acid, avant-garde, noise, house and techno, depending on her mood, and the gear she’s playing around with at the time.

Rembo, her first album on the UK label, Don’t Be Afraid is an excellent example of her bendy, melodic, colourful approach to music making. There are layers of Helena Hauff’s complex textures as well as Drexciya’s foreboding and pummelling beats across the eight tracks, but the style shimmering, odd, hard is all her own. This album (her third, after Needs Continuum and Kiki the Wormhole, both from 2013) feels like it’s designed as much for the brain and the mind’s eye as the feet. Way less lo-fi and analogue sounding than the bendy, trippier stuff she did on Opal Tapes (Kiki the Wormhole), and shorter than the beautiful, long techno soundscapes on her 2014 No Pain In Pop EP (“New Roof”) she’s moved away from noise and drone tropes towards slicker, digital and more immediate dancefloor sounds.

On Rembo, she shows off her broad approach to body music, taking it into pummelling, rushy techno territory (“He’s Been Teaching Me To Drive”), dropping in an oddball digital symphony (“It’s Not Worth The Bother”) and adding a 90s Detroit house throwback, with a computer game synthline (“The Workers are on Strike”). She’s always had fun with her track titles in the past (who knows what the joke was with “Lay Claim to My Grub” or “No Moondoggies for 3 Weeks”), and this one’s no different. This time the titles might give clues to her politics as well as nicely shifting things away from the po-faced machismo that can sometimes dominate her field of work. For example, the slow-build, kosmische opener “Why Is There A Line In Front of The Factory” is answered with the next track, “The Workers Are On Strike”. And “He’s Been Teaching Me To Drive” replies to the question on the track before, “Why Does Your Father Look So Nervous”; a pair of tracks which make up two standout moments on the album, where complex and fun kicks and claps lead into more insistent, higher BPM spasms. It’s a moreish album of hedonism with moments of softness, showing again that she’s a smart artist who can master many machines and styles.

Read the review on Resident Advisor, here

 

Review: Depeche Mode

The Herald
27 March 2017

Depeche Mode
Sunday 26 March
Barrowlands, Glasgow
4 stars

Stalking the stage, tattooed arms shiny with sweat and glitter, Dave Gahan struts like a peacock in a leather waistcoat, reminding his crowd why so many fans have become helplessly obsessed with his band from Basildon, Essex since they formed back in 1980. Depeche Mode returned to the Barrowlands for the first time since 1984, to close the BBC 6 Music Festival. Seeing a giant band play such a tiny room was a hot ticket in itself (with a 2000 capacity, it’s a tiddler compared to stadiums they’ll play on their world tour this year). But Gahan’s swagger – endlessly throwing his limbs into angular poses, dangling his bum into the front row and shaking it, stopping to preen his gelled hair in the reflection of the bass drum – took the audience to another level of raptures.

“You know you’re on telly?”, he asks midway through the set, with haughty, pretend disapproval, when the crowd won’t shut up from singing the chorus to Home, long after the band stop playing. They scream back even louder.

The set had four tracks from Spirit, the album they released just over a week ago, and crowd pleasers from further back – A Pain That I’m Used To was full of their signature BDSM and tortured romance themes; Walking in My Shoes nods to the church and its hangover of guilt, and The World in My Eyes was an invitation to let pleasure take over. By the final two songs – Personal Jesus and Enjoy the Silence, both from 1990 album, Violator – as Gahan lap danced his crowd like a snooty, sexy mix of John Waters and the salt bae meme, there was no choice but to submit, servants to these masters of synth pop.

Read the review in The Herald here.

Watch the Barrowlands gig on iPlayer here:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/p04wv8vb/the-6-music-festival-depeche-mode

Review: Drake

The Herald
23 March 2017

Drake

Drake (Photo by Kevin Winter/Getty Images)

Drake
Wed 22 Mar

SSE Hydro, Glasgow
4 stars

Although Drake ends his show dancing round a massive, glowing orange orb in the middle of the crowd (like a kind of dancehall James & the Giant Peach), the Canadian rapper starts with the bare minimum of props – him alone on the vast Hydro stage, skipping and arm-waving through deep dry ice to Trophies and Started From The Bottom. Just him in a vest and tracksuit bottoms would probably have kept the crowd screaming his lyrics and waving their smartphones for over an hour, but he gives them plenty bangs and fireworks for their buck too. “You spent your hard-earned money tonight. This is not about me – this is a party about you!”, he shouts.

Drake is an affectionate entertainer, lovable and sometimes sweetly ridiculous. His relentless charm has him hitting on his audience with shout-outs to “my legendary babygirl in the front, rapping every word”, as well as “my medical staff” and “my security staff”. He’s not forgotten his roots, he tells us, singing John Legend covers in a restaurant, but also comfortably owns his position now as a pop super-power, a sensitive, emo-boy doing vocoder raps about weed, girl trouble and Hennessy.

Midway through, he drops two of his biggest and best hits, Hotline Bling and Hold On, We’re Going Home, accompanied by hundreds of balloons suspended from the ceiling, rolling in seductive sine waves and oscillating in synchronised dips and shapes, instantly triggering a sort of sexy moshpit, filled with swaying teenage fans. He blends rap, R&B and grime beats, with a cameo from South London MC Giggs, and twerking girls on podiums for a cover of his one-time on-off girlfriend Rihanna’s hit Work. Drizzy proves he’s a smooth operator, who can get his crowd very high with heart-on-sleeve, full of beans party vibes.

Read the review in The Herald here.

 

Review: Pet Shop Boys

The Herald
22 February 2017

Pet Shop Boys

Pet Shop Boys

Pet Shop Boys
Tue 21 Feb
Clyde Auditorium, Glasgow
4 stars

“I can tell you’re a frisky crowd”, says Neil Tennant, with the trademark self-restraint that has always cleverly offset the high energy of their pop. The Pet Shop Boys’ music might be punching and jacking through 90s piano house, throbbing 80s electro and Italo disco beats, but Tennant and Chris Lowe keep their robotic, deadpan cool, as per usual, and let the audience slowly work themselves into a lather on a wet Tuesday night.

Materialising on stage in space-age, silvery headgear, they start with the adrenal ‘Inner Sanctum’ off their current album, Super, before sliding into a more recognisable hit from their first album, Please, and by the chorus of ‘Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots of Money)’, bums are already up off seats and dancing.

This is the fourth decade of action for the friends who first bonded over a love of dance music in London in 1981, and their formula of muscular machine beats, hooky melodies and plaintive vocals still works its magic. Besides a few lulls of Balearic chillout and trancey numbers, when the energy levels dip a bit, they keep the room on a high with favourites like ‘West End Girls’, ‘It’s A Sin’ and ‘Domino Dancing’. Their knack of sneaking in messages about totalitarianism (‘The Dictator Decides’), the AIDS epidemic (‘Being Boring’, which sadly doesn’t get a revisit tonight) or fat cat bankers (‘Love is a Bourgeois Construct’) always elevated their fast-gratification synth-pop above the dancefloor into something more memorable. Delivering it all through steely, 1000 yard stares, dressed in metallic bomber jackets and lit up by lasers and oil-slick, pastel lights, they finish with a teasy flash of the glorious ‘Heart’ mixed into ‘Go West’. An encore of ‘Always on My Mind’ under a ceiling of multicoloured balloons is an excellent closer to what feels like a civilised, weeknight rave full of arch, pop fun.

Read the review in The Herald here.

 

Review: Shirley Collins

The Times
7 February 2017

Folk singer Shirley Collins

Shirley Collins

Shirley Collins
Sat 4 Feb
City Halls, Glasgow
5 stars

Not many would have predicted having such a beatific Saturday night, being snake-charmed into blissed out raptures, with help from a lone Morris dancer and a parade of horse skulls. Maybe least of all, the folk singer Shirley Collins, who spent almost four decades laying low, not performing after a painful marriage breakdown led to dysphonia, curiously the same condition that stopped Linda Thompson from singing after her husband Richard left.

But thanks to prolonged cajoling from a new wave of fans, including Current 93’s founder and one-time member of Psychic TV David Tibet, and comedian and music obsessive Stewart Lee, Collins was lured back from obscurity, and released Lodestar in November, her first album in 38 years.

The dictionary definition of a lodestar is “a star that leads or guides” or “an inspiration, model or guide”, which neatly sums up both what music has always meant to Collins — even during the years when she quietly ran an Oxfam shop in Brighton, presuming she’d been forgotten — and what Collins means to folk music.

Now 81 years old, against a video backdrop of pagan rituals, stellar constellations and Deep South swamps, she sagely revisits madrigals she sang at home with her mum and older sister, Dolly; ‘The Silver Swan’ is a featherlight yet devastating closer to both the album and tonight’s show, and she’s been singing it since a teenager; and Cajun gems from a 1950s folk song collecting trip to America with her friend Alan Lomax. Sipping from a mug of tea in between ballads of pregnant girls being pushed overboard, or gin remedies for injured legs, Collins beams a sort of serene radiance from the stage, where she’s accompanied by musicians on sublime hurdy gurdy, mandolin, fiddle and drums. Her stories are every bit as good as her songs, and the crowd would have definitely stuck around to hear more moonshine-soaked tales of a mean man who “put out his wife’s eyes” or the time she swapped “ugly songs” with a banjo plucking woman from Arkansas, if she didn’t gently evict her fans with the soft order, “It’s time for you to go home now.” When the applause won’t stop, the twinkle in her eyes only glows brighter. “I’m not kidding,” she deadpans, in a Sussex whisper. Maybe it’s because it was the first night of a long-awaited comeback tour, or maybe there were deeper forces of magick at work tonight, but watching Shirley Collins’ dimmed star take on an even stronger brightness is a glorious thing.

www.shirleycollins.co.uk

Read the review in The Times here (subscription needed).

 

 

Review: Martha Wainwright

The Times 
6 February 2017

Photo: Anita Russo/ Rex Features

O2 ABC, Glasgow
3 February 2017
4 stars


After performing at Celtic Connections as The Wainwright Sisters last year, at first it feels like there’s a big, sister-shaped hole on the stage tonight when Martha shyly moseys over to the mic.  She’s not joined by Lucy Wainwright Roche, the other half of her folk song and country double act, their voices dorkily dovetailing around one another’s in ink black harmonies. But then, she’s also not joined onstage by her mother, enigmatic, melancholy folk singer, Kate McGarrigle, or father, roguishly charming folk singer, Loudon Wainwright III, or brother, baroque pop, turned opera composer, Rufus Wainwright. Still, the entire family gets summoned at one point or another, as if magicked up by some time travelling, sonic satellite link to perform as invisible backing band with her; Rufus wrote ‘Francis’ on her album Goodnight City, released late last year, and his theatrical phrasings and louche, late-night cabaret drama come through on her spotlit, torch song delivery. Her son, Francis, gets a second mention in ‘Franci’, written by herself, although she drily deadpans that she had to ask other people to write the other half of the album as she “was busy procreating.”

Her performance is an amalgam of things that her genes and upbringing have gifted her with; French language choruses, wistful sarcastic asides, flashes of sassy magnetism, moments of sadder reflection – but despite the family influences, her unhinged skill is still all her own. Dressed in a baggy boiler suit, decorated with a tasselled necklace of a uterus and fallopian tubes, she likes to lift her knee high for emphasis on certain songs, and rolls her torso and hips slowly around a cosmic, synth-pop number written by her mum and aunt, Anna McGarrigle. Her own songwriting lets her voice rollercoaster through crazed, clear and keening styles; scratchy and squeaky one minute, bluesy and syrupy the next. ‘Traveller’ is her take on Nina Simone’s excellent ‘Baltimore’, a raspy, rock lament, written for a friend of Wainwright’s who died young, and the bassy funk of ‘Take the Reins’, written especially for Wainwright by Tune-Yards’ Merrill Garbus, gives a burst of mid-set energy (it’s the last night of Wainwright’s tour, and she’s burning a bit dimmer than usual). Although it feels like something’s missing for some of tonight’s show – maybe it’s the dopamine hits she seems to take from performing with her actual family onstage – her acoustic cover of her mother’s last song, ‘Proserpina’, about the Greek goddess Persephone, is the highlight, an otherworldly group harmony summoned up from the underworld and the afterlife.

Read the review at The Times here (subscription needed).

 

Interview: DJ Lag

The Wire
January 2016


Gqom With Me

Gqom purveyor DJ Lag is helping to take the caffeinated rush of Durban’s dance style worldwide

Partyheads in Durban, South Africa have been not so quietly losing their minds over gqom music for the past few years. It’s pretty hard to stay in a relaxed state faced with gqom’s rush of uppers, the drama of its relentless kicks, its balls-out urgency to go higher and get hyper.

“GQOM music makes you think of fun, nothing else but fun,” says DJ Lag, real name Lwazi Asanda Gwala, a key player in the gqom scene, currently doing his bit to spread the brutal, bubbling dance sound around the world.

He’s just finished a tour of Asia and Europe, with stops in Berlin’s Panorama bar, Krakow’s Unsound festival and London’s Stour Space in Tower Hamlets. The Gqom Oh! Showcase tour came about after London imprint Goon Club Allstars released his self-titled four-track EP in November, a big, rushy, unapologetic, caps-lock permanently on, caffeine slap of beats.

“We were introduced to Kasimp3, the site that a lot of Durban artist upload their tunes to, about three and a half years ago,” says Ed from Goon Club Allstars, “and were just listening to loads of tracks on there. We were all drawn to Lag’s productions and so reached out to him via Facebook.

Lag’s tunes stood out because of the atmosphere he creates. His tracks are fierce. The reaction [to the EP] has been great. Lag’s tracks crossover a whole range of dancefloors so we’ve had positive reactions from lots of different scenes.”

Like a lot of gqom, Lag’s EP was made with a lo-fi set-up using FruityLoops software at his house.

“Ghost on the Loose” is a driving, pummeling opener to set the pace, “16th Step” introduces more colour and bounce to the cold, raw beats and “Umlila” features a metallic clang, building into a more forceful industrial battering, chaotically unravelling in various directions of chirping birdsong and chanted vocals.

The word ‘gqom’ is pronounced with a click consonant and comes from the Zulu word for ‘hit’ or ‘drum’ – something there is never a shortage of in gqom sets.

The word is taken from drama used in our traditional music,” explains Lag, who lives in a rural township of Durban called Clermont. Getting in contact with him isn’t easy – patchy wifi snags several attempts at a WhatsApp call, then he has to go offline while he’s round visiting his mum who has no internet, then he loses his phone charger and runs out of data allowance, so we chat mostly over texts, spaced out over a week.

Gqom first got played a lot on mobile phones in Durban as the microscene grew, and taxi drivers cashed in, blasting gqom DJs out their car windows to pick up people on their way to and from parties. The Wire reviewed the first big compilation of the genre, Gqom Oh! The Sound of Durban Vol 1 back in January featuring other gqom big hitters like Emo Kid and Citizen Boy, and by July the documentary Woza Taxi was screened on The Fader’s website. The short film, directed by Tommaso Cassinis, homed in on the link between gqom and ecstasy, as the two often go hand in hand. Is gqom better enjoyed on pills?

“No, in my view I wouldn’t say that, because when it comes to dancing and fun you don’t really need a certain boost. Gqom is vibey, fun, dance music. The best reaction from a crowd is non stop dance.”

Gqom’s association with illegal drugs, including a powerful upper called mkwini, and other amphetamine cocktails also popular in Europe, with names like Superman, La Costa and Mercedes, are why some people reckon the music isn’t as popular in its native South Africa as it might be. Big name, better paid and promoted DJs often rip off the township music and pass it off as their own, but class prejudices mean the original producers won’t always get airplay.

Lag says he first got into DJing as a way of getting his music played out. “It was a motive coming from production as I kept on asking other DJs to please play my music. DJs who believed did agree, of which there were few. Most did not believe in this kind of music I was bringing to them so I decided to learn how to play because I had so much belief in myself and this kind of music, and I could see the vision.”

The international club scene has embraced it pretty quickly though, reacting to the infectious, percussion-heavy excitement of gqom, which steamrolls over grime, afro-house, hard electro and hip hop styles with uncompromising screams, yells and drumrolls.

The EP is currently going down well, and Lag is riding the high. Just after his overseas tour finished, he went straight back out to play dates in Durban and Johannesburg clubs. “I just had my new best memory in a Durban club, whereby on my comeback event I had a crowd of 3000 and I gave them my best set. I would like for [the EP] to be enjoyed and played worldwide.”

This interview appeared in the January issue of The Wire.

Listen to an exclusive mix from South African DJ Lwazi Asanda Gwala for The Wire here.

 

 

Album review: Demdike Stare – Wonderland

The Wire
January 2017


Demdike Stare
Wonderland
(Modern Love)

Manchester electronic duo Sean Canty and Miles Whittaker return four years after their last album Elemental with Wonderland, a skittish, angsty record of their trademark ADHD IDM. In between times, they’ve been keeping up the momentum for their mutant crossbreeds of dance music through their Testpressing series, two-track releases they’ve been bringing out since 2013 on Modern Love, the label home of Vatican Shadow, Andy Stott and others.

Demdike Stare’s approach to the dancefloor is always a complex one, made up of cerebral, tightly knotted references to Detroit techno, British industrial, ravey jungle, jittery dancehall, weirdo noise and malevolent horror soundtracks, with uphill climbs into more gratifying kicks and doomy, but danceable drops.

The ten-minute long “Hardnoise” is probably the standout, beginning with innocuous sounding steps, like footsteps crunching into snow, then short circuiting into splutters of static and beat-driven bursts of anxiety. Tropical birdsong chirps through the tapping rhythms, sounding increasingly panicked before a payoff arrives for those itching by this point for a hook to dance or nod along to. A minute or so later the beats have been replaced by a Heatsick-esque synth melody-line, simple and repetitive, and rounding off the track with some gleaming, glowing house.

“Curzon” is the claustrophobic album opener, speeding up into something that might be about to go fullblown Giallo horror with its ominous churchy synths before it collapses abruptly into a garbled computer-generated voice; “Animal Style” is a seizure of drum and bass, pocked with creepy whispered bits and mutated vocals in the distance; and Fridge Challenge is a squeaky, bright muckabout with bleeps and recordings of an airport tannoy.

Dense, frustrating, perplex and fun on record, having seen them live several times, their sound works best when it bleeds osmotically into strange visuals. Their longterm obsession with crate digging is still audible on Wonderland, but a symbiosis of their love of both weird sounds and visions hammers their unsettling dance music home with greater impact.

 

Miles Whittaker and Sean Canty of Demdike Stare

Miles Whittaker and Sean Canty of Demdike Stare

 

Album review: Brian Eno – Reflection

The Wire
January 2017

Brian Eno
Reflection
(Warp)

In a blurb about his upcoming ambient album, Brian Eno says: ‘Reflection is so called because I find it makes me think back. It makes me think things over. It seems to create a psychological space that encourages internal conversation.’

Who knows just what internal conversations Reflection will encourage, and that’s kind of the point. Maybe the listener’s mind will wander back to guiding Ecco the Dolphin past coral reefs and crystal glyphs on a Sega Megadrive. Or watching in stoned fascination as a lump of glowing neon prepares to slide into the cosmic liquid in a lava lamp, or witnessing a glacier calving in a nature documentary, gracefully crumbling in silence, because it’s filmed far enough away to cut out the thunder as it breaks.

Reflection is Eno’s return to the kind of headphone music he made a name for himself with in the early seventies. It’s minimal, incrementally changing, state-altering ambient music, this time made from underwatery textures and calm phrases. Soft bells, low chimes, muffled extraterrestrial wooshes and wooden glockenspiel are layered up in slow motion, then given micro-adjustments through a set of rules programmed in by Eno. “One rule might say ‘raise 1 out of every 100 notes by 5 semitones’ and another might say ‘raise one out of every 50 notes by 7 semitones’,” Eno explains, in full ambient-boffin mode, reminding us of his apparently undying love of nerdy experimentations, which first made him a pioneer in the field.

Reflection is one continuous piece, just over 50 minutes long, and a return to Eno’s unstructured, non song-based music, with no vocals, unlike his recent album, The Ship. He might have lost credibility for many when he jumped on the payroll of Nick Clegg, Apple, Coldplay and U2, but Eno’s striving nature, and his ability to morph sounds, alter moods and conduct psychoacoustic experiments still yields weird and enjoyable fruits here.

Eno once said that ambient music should be “as ignorable as it is interesting”, and Reflection glows understatedly around that sweet spot of background noise; neither bilge or beige. It’s far more meditative and infinitely less trippy than something like “Swastika Girls” from the early Fripp-Eno days, but the suck downwards into the soothing murk of what he calls ‘the internal conversation’ is strong.

www.brian-eno.net

Review: Arika Episode 8

The Wire
January 2017

Boychild at the Art School, Glasgow, part of Arika's Episode 8

Boychild at the Art School, Glasgow PHOTO: Alex Woodward

21-23 October 2016
Tramway & the Art School, Glasgow

Just over a fortnight before the doomy confirmation of President Trump, Seattle activist and lawyer Dean Spade is on stage at Tramway, talking on a panel about his feelings of “cumulative grief” and a shared “loss of optimism”. The antidote to such bleak times, he suggests, must be getting organised in a joyful way. Connecting with friends, fleeing prisons of race, class and gender on a daily basis, constantly learning, practising healing – and he points out he’s not talking in the “rich white yoga lady” sense of the word either – are necessary resistance tactics. It’s a theme central to Arika’s Episode 8, three days of performances, screenings and discussions under the banner, Refuse Powers’ Grasp.

Audre Lorde’s 1980s notion of self-care as an act of political warfare still reverberates – from defiant life advice dished out by the mischievous and militant Miss Major, a Stonewall activist and trans icon now in her 70s, to discussions of sex workers’ safety with Anastacia Ryan from Scottish charity, SCOT-PEP. Edinburgh-based arts pioneers, Arika have gone to plenty trouble to embed radical care deep in their right-on programme – events are BSL-interpreted and captioned, toilets are gender-neutral and wheelchair accessible, and in keeping with their pragmatic, warm take on revolution, bus fares home and drinks tokens are supplied for anyone in the asylum system who is strapped for cash.

Miss Major in conversation with Eric A Stanley PHOTO: Alex Woodward

Miss Major in conversation with Eric A Stanley PHOTO: Alex Woodward

The weekend is bookended by a Friday club night at Glasgow School of Art and a Sunday multimedia performance – both overlorded by the queer New York DJ, artist and face of Kenzo x H&M, Juliana Huxtable. Her trappy, R&B set chops up Livin’ Joy and Britney Spears with jerking bangers from the likes of Gangsta Boo and La Chat over live drums. A histrionic, mesmerising blast of Japanese butoh from performance artist boychild beforehand sees her writhing and lip-syncing to distorted Beyoncé and Kelela tracks, covered in gold bodypaint, teeth clamped tensely around a strobe light.

Video artist Sondra Perry PHOTO: Alex Woodward

PHOTO: Alex Woodward

A Saturday highlight comes from the whipsmart New Jersey video artist, Sondra Perry (pictured above), whose site-specific piece Resident Evil draws out colonial themes from her beloved Alien films and wraps it sinisterly around US news footage and karaoke versions of Steely Dan’s ‘Peg’ and Nina Simone’s ‘I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel to Be Free’. As disturbing as it is sweetly affecting, even when Perry loses the link on her live Periscope feed, it seems to segue in weirdly well with her themes of surveillance and technology.

Over a dense and intense three days, problem topics of biological essentialism, carceral feminism, prison abolition and state-supported pinkwashing are unpacked and cross-examined through workshops and round-table chats, but the organisers haven’t forgotten to counterbalance the political theory with lighter moments, including a screening of the excellent Criminal Queers, San Francisco filmmaker Eric Stanley’s camp, lo-fi, lo-budget, John Waters-y take on the radical trans struggle against the prison industrial complex.  

Enjoyably heavy on the American performers and speakers, Episode 8’s programme also included local activists and campaigners, with money made at the club night going to Glasgow migrant support group, We Will Rise, and New Orleans community group, Gallery of the Streets collaborating with Glasgow Open Dance School for a black queer retelling of Marge Piercy’s feminist utopian novel, Woman on the Edge of Time.

Arika have been doing an excellent job of staging nourishing and entertaining Episodes for years, but there’s something about the current creep and not so subtle rise of bigotry and barriers that makes this most recent update seem all the more vital.

'[b]reach: the fugitive chronicles - an open rehearsal' by Gallery of the Streets and Glasgow Open Dance School PHOTO: Alex Woodward

An open rehearsal by Gallery of the Streets and Glasgow Open Dance School PHOTO: Alex Woodward

arika.org.uk

This review appeared in the January issue of The Wire.

 

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