Brighton's Duncan Harrison presents an all new work of bizarre and beautiful junk-concrete, pieced together from unedited phone recordings and spread between two channels (left and right audio).
Like the two channels that unfurl the collection of unedited phone recordings, the sounds Duncan reveals are caught in dualities; the serious and unserious, the sad and ecstatic, the planned and unplanned; the musical and non-musical; the meaningful and meaningless. Whether twanging a guitar, walking into a rock bar, having chats with pals, rattling junk in a sink, making voice notes to himself, burping into the mic or rehearsing wrestling moves from memory, he provides a peep-holes to his inner and outer life, while never revealing a full picture. Through narrative juxtaposition, crude editorial cuts and double exposition, he plays a masked game of sleight of hand, unveiling layers of truth and untruth.
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person" said Oscar Wilde. "Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth."
Duncan Harrison - all voice memos & editing
Denizen of a multitude of ensembles and outfits, Harrison is as capable of sense-deflating vocal cut-ups and found-sound as he is playing straight(ish) hardcore. For the fort he’ll be bringing his more outré stylings. Harrison’s work is dense with removal, of sense or logic, but rarely delivered without an inviting sense of humour that restitutes his work from the realm of high, arch academic pomposity.