///////////NewYearNewNoise - ARNOLFINI, Bristol, UK - Jan2014

“The last place H played in Bristol was a nearby swimming pool for the Arnolfini's Wet Sound night, with her audience adrift, floating in the deep end. Underwater, her drones cocooned your body and engulfed your brain. In the dark they make your inside quake. She caresses the mouth of a small bell with a contact mic, stretching its chime out into a long, icy shimmer, then begins adding fragments of noise. A stone staircase collapses, a haunting tape monastic chants booms and gets chewed up, sacrificial drums blast and lasers hit debris. The 20 minute piece is an artfully choreographed hallucination, underpinned by dreamlike repetitions and a sense of persistent vertigo.” – Charlie Fox, The WIRE (Feb2014)

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http://crackmagazine.net/article/music/pete-swanson/

http://louderthanwar.com/pete-swanson-arnolfini-bristol-live-review/

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SUPERNORMAL FESTIVAL - Oxfodshire

http://www.attnmagazine.co.uk/performance/6749

 

/////////////w/Kawabata Makoto, Kathy Hynde, Hacker farm - Island, Bristol, UK - Feb2014

“H, AKA Heloise of the excellent ZamZam label, kicked off the proceedings in contacted cymbal loop-caught metal overlaid in temples of spinning pennies, cross-stitched, pollinated in drifting drones, cross-cut with mythological teeth and kicked in scatter-cushioned primals. A whirring cascade that literally sucked you into its unfolding dramas, those shape-shifting horizons adance with cave-painted beasts. That distortion of chant later tape-fed into the mix, sounding like a mangled Chris de Burgh or some corrupted Buddhist hymn making for an fitting terminus to her tonal journey, signed off with a silent hand pyramid above her head. “ – Michael Rodham Heaps, FREQ (February2014)

http://freq.org.uk/reviews/kawabata-makoto-kathy-hinde-hacker-farm/

/////w/Rosanne Robertson , Danny Saul, Evil Man - Eagle Inn, Manchester, UK - March2014

“The night proceeded into more sepulchral terrain as H abandoned herself to alchemical practices of oppressive drones and cymbals that severed through the ego. The stifling ambience soon lifted, entering into drudging ceremonial rites, saturated with the foreboding industrialism of being locked in exoteric prayer. Lastly, the performance unraveled into a mass of shoegaze deconstructions; a deluge to the heart of melancholy in diasporic originality. “

 

Dancing-and-laughing-presents-standing-and-listening (March2014)

http://disconcertmanchester.com/post/80772339539/dancing-and-laughing-presents-standing-and