A collaboration with our good friends at NQ Jazz on Monday 15th October at The Whiskey Jar. Details below…
HRH Trio
Mark Hanslip – Saxophone
Federico Reuben – Live Electronics
Paul Hession – Drums
Heavy improv from heavy improvisers. Listen here.
Whiteman / Prince / Thorpe trio
Nina Whiteman – voice/stylophone
Simon Prince – flutes
Rob Thorpe – baritone electric guitar/vegetation from Alexandra Park
The trio are drawn to the smallest of sounds, and embrace the spaces that frame them. With each member having a background in contemporary classical music, the music forms with a sense of detail and concentration.
At this concert the trio will be premiering a new piece conceived by Rob Thorpe:
HALF-FORGOTTEN HYMNS provides a palette of melodic source material from which to draw within the context of an otherwise open improvisation. The meditative and fragile texture of plainsong tie into the vocabulary of the trio, and poke out, sometimes only momentarily, like ephemeral echoes across the centuries.
Who | HRH Trio + Whiteman/Prince/Thorpe |
When |
Monday, October 15, 2018
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Where |
14 Tariff Street
Manchester M1 2FF |
Other Info | A collaboration with our good friends at NQ Jazz. HRH Trio Mark Hanslip – Saxophone Federico Reuben – Live Electronics Paul Hession – Drums Heavy improv from heavy improvisers. Listen here: https://squib-box.bandcamp.com/album/her-high-noise Whiteman / Prince / Thorpe trio Nina Whiteman – voice/stylophone Simon Prince – flutes Rob Thorpe – baritone electric guitar/vegetation from Alexandra Park The trio are drawn to the smallest of sounds, and embrace the spaces that frame them. With each member having a background in contemporary classical music, the music forms with a sense of detail and concentration. At this concert the trio will be premiering a new piece conceived by Rob Thorpe: HALF-FORGOTTEN HYMNS provides a palette of melodic source material from which to draw within the context of an otherwise open improvisation. The meditative and fragile texture of plainsong tie into the vocabulary of the trio, and poke out, sometimes only momentarily, like ephemeral echoes across the centuries. |
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