Friday 13 May 2016, 8pm

PART WILD HORSES MANE ON BOTH SIDES + KATZ MULK

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“There is something magical about the music of part wild horses mane on both sides. Initial exposure conjures up a Zen garden in sound, where flute and spare percussion brush against elemental textures of trickling water, shifting sands or rocks. But such simple symbolism belies the profound, complex inner journeys that more focused listening inspires, revealing a considered array of electronic, acoustic and found sounds. These often longform sonic spells are cast through combining free improvisation with aspects of electro-acoustic composition and musique concrète, to arrive at a creative practice that the Manchester-based duo of Kelly Jayne Jones and Pascal Nichols describe as 'musique précaire' (precarious music). The term reflects the fragility evoked by their craft, where spontaneity and the gifts of chance ensure a delightful degree of unpredictability.” – Russel Cuzner, The Quietus

Part Wild Horses Mane On Both Sides

Part Wild Horses Mane On Both Sides is the free improvisation musical duo of Kelly Jones and Pascal Nichols comprising flute, electronics and percussion. The band often touch on aspects of musique concrete and field recordings among the intensity of Nichols’ drumming and the frequent use of silence to great effect. Both members have played and continue to play with a whole range of musicians in Manchester and further afield and have a number of highly praised releases under their belts.

In February 2016 they released Oh Sylvia, a single piece presented over two sides of a cassette. Oh Sylvia is not broken down into tracks and titles but is instead represented by a single flowing piece of text.

KATZ MULK

"...a spooked ritual performance by Kats Mulk - Ben Morris of Chora and Ben Knight of Human Heads. While Morris coaxes clangs and scrapes from metallic detritus, Knight intones snatches of poety by Yvonne Rainer in a hushed, sibilant liturgy while dropping small white cubes into freshly boiled water, unleashing great clouds of dry ice, swirling slowly like thick incense tumbling from a thurible. "
Dan Spicer, The Wire 386