LIVE: Nikolas List (USA) / Esa Ruoho / Jukka-Pekka Kervinen
Doors: 19:00 PM
Voluntary 5 euro entry fee
Akusmata Sound Gallery
Tukholmankatu 7, Helsinki
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Nikolas List (USA)
Nikolas List is an American/Mexican music producer and filmmaker currently based in Brussels. His approach to making music draws on his cinematographic background and his conviction that there is beauty and music in every sound.
His live performances are designed to be unique, immersive experiences where the listener is free to either dance, meditate or just bask in exciting and enticing soundscapes.
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Jukka-Pekka Kervinen is a Finnish composer, writer and visual artist. His works are mainly experimental, computer- oriented including algorithmic composing methods. Compositions consists of chamber music, solo works, microtonal and post-minimal music. He has experimented also combining various genres and styles like techno, IDM, breaks and glitch with computer assisted composing systems.
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When your dad is a maverick that builds his own antennas to listen-in on distant and obscure radio-stations worldwide and eventually solders together a computer from a DIY kit, hooking up a mono speaker to hear the cassette tape loading programs – and your earliest memories are these sounds of raw data being fed into the machine, the resulting computer beeps and boops and a visual of an asterisk shooting minuses at numbers, you’ll either get yourself committed at an early age or wind up twiddling that dial on the radio in your room.
If you then accidentally hear your first episode of the legendary ambient radioshow Avaruusromua, you’re pretty much done for. Suddenly you do a timewarp from listening to computer music to recording found sound, hums, hisses and blissing out on being sent a soundbite of ice creaking.
Induction microphones, hydrophones, electromagnetic listening devices? Hook those up to free energy apparatuses and alternative healing devices.
Lets push everything as far as it can go and create wall-to-wall noise to drown out the mental debris and the misfiring synapses of your poor ol’ head.
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