
Monday, 18 July 2011
Concerto for Brutalist Buildings

Monday, 20 December 2010
The End of Listening

The End of Listening (ReAwakening of a City #5)
by Joseph Young of The Neo-Futurist Collective
a&e gallery, Cheltenham Place, BRIGHTON. Jan 7th - 23rd (weekends only)
20th April 1914: Immediately before the outbreak of the First World War, the premiere performance of a revolutionary noise symphony Awakening of a City by futurist artist Luigi Russolo.
Almost a century later, a group of artists, led by Brighton-based Sound Artist, Joseph Young, come together to respond to the surviving 7 bars of the printed score in a series of ReAwakenings.
In this latest solo work, The End of Listening (ReAwakening of a City #5), Joseph has created an immersive sound installation for iPods at a&e gallery in Cheltenham Place, Brighton.
The sound files will be available online at http://www.josephyoung.co.uk from January 7th. You are invited to download the work at home and then bring along your iPod/iPhone/mp3 player and listen to it in our “auditorium”; or alternatively, you can pick up a pre-loaded iPod at the door (limited numbers available).
Preview: Friday 7th January 2011 @ 7 - 9 pm with an exclusive performance and artists' talk by Joseph Young.
Thursday, 22 July 2010
East London Soundscapes

The latest work by The NeoFuturist Collective took place as part of the first ever World Listening Day on July 18th. The following is an extract from a revue by Bellyflop.
Friday, 14 May 2010
An interview on furtherfield.org
Saturday, 1 May 2010
Preview in Portslade
Have a look and listen on my personal blog to hear and see the outcomes of my residency at Blast Theory. I had an incredible week and am deeply indebted to "the Blasts" for their support and encouragement.
Saturday, 24 April 2010
ReAwakening of a City - a micro-performance
Joseph Young aka Giuseppe Marinetti will be the latest Artist-in-Residence with Blast Theory, in Brighton from April 26th-30th.Saturday, 13 March 2010
A Pause and then a New Beginning

Via! Usciamo, pioche non potremmo a lungo frenare in noi
il desiderio di creare finalmente una nuova realta musicale.
(Away! Let us break out since we cannot much longer restrain
our desire to create finally a new musical reality).
How surprising and fine to hear again from you!
With acute ardour and accelerating heartbeats I took notice of
your recent efforts to impregnate ‘our world’ with joy and inspiration.
Never must we slacken, the global hunger for absurdity is almost unappeasable!
With respect and love,
your true and most humble servant,
Prof. Russolo.
www.russolo.nl
Wednesday, 30 December 2009
Some photographs from A CALL TO ARMS June 14th 2009
Here's a few photos and (below) the film of the performance; expertly shot by Mark Birbeck and edited by my son Louie Young. Several months late - no excuses for that... but hopefully providing a flavour of the climax to an incredibly creative and challenging project. Our thanks go out to the community of Upnor(s), Fuse Medway Festival and Medway Council for their unflagging support, and to all the artists and students who took part, led workshops, performed, put themselves out on a limb for the sake of Art.
ART WILL NOT SAVE THE WORLD
Thursday, 11 June 2009
the speech that never was...
the Upnor that is uppermost in our hearts is
UpUpUppityUpnor. Up in Arms Upnor!
A Tale of Two Upnors that is one,
a tale of one Upnor that is two;
but only one Upnor,
not Upper.
A tale of four pubs in the morning
and a blood red sky,
no community centre, no shops,
no schools, a seagulls cry,
Wake up Wake up
it’s modern times.
A sand pit and a playground bare
Both empty now, no children there
Deserted beach where was once were ice cream shops
A bus so infrequent it hardly ever stops.
And The Lady in a Box who cannot see the sea,
so what does she see?
A WC?
M.O.D.
M.A.D.
the killing ships that fill the Medway
stream from Upnor to Afghanistan it seems.
Fleet House empty,
thinking tidy,
scrubland-wasteland,
get off my land,
fortress Upnor,
border Upnor.
Subject to closure at any time…
St George the patron saint of
Queen Elizabeth the great
and all her majesty,
the queen is here,
will tell you stories for the small price of a beer.
The Tudor Rosy,
Kings Arms cosy,
Pier and Ship relief,
where old friends meet and sing together,
Sunday roast goes on forever.
Where folk songs reverberate in the street,
near long-gone Post Offices where nobody can meet.
And artists come to weave a red thread
through the town,
A critic burns them down…
This is Upnor,
UpUpUppity Upnor,
Up in Arms Upnor,
the pride of Upnor is here.
For here in the smell of the rivers wake
we stand and watch the fretful dawn awake,
Wake up Wake up
A Call to Arms!
We don’t need no updating...
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
The Burning of the Red Thread
This is what happened when some unknown and unseen vandals/art critics (?) decided to burn Eva's red thread wrapping of the viewing platform beside Upnor Castle. A curious act, not without its own barbed beauty, but odd nevertheless, given that a lot of the thread survived.
It's part of what has made this project so fascinating. The relatively low turnout for workshops despite numerous leaflet drops and notices to the community, although this has changed in the last week; the sometimes heated debates with members of the public on the streets; the apparent friendliness of the locals, whilst expressing a certain irritation at having to share their village with the tourists. The contradictions of Upnor, its two halves, both literally and metaphorically, have come to characterise the place for us, as artists.
And now we are in the final phase of the project, where we are creating the ceremonies and interventions that will happen on the streets on the 14th, it is time to reflect back on the last few months and try to encapsulate that experience in our performance.
Thursday, 28 May 2009
“An Exultation of Urban Noise”
1. This is for use by the addressee(s) only. If you are the intended recipient, please notify us immediately.
In the dead of noise all we can hear above our heartbeats is the screaming
silence of the swarm.
Lull.
Mutation and recombination.
Every throng is all and constant.
2. SPEEDDATING
We have crawled sclerotically into the near present. Terrorised by our own futures, denying our own song.
Commoner.
Reproducer.
Feverish cities.
We must embrace the virus. Disease and risk. Multiply. Feed
the urban appetite for collapse.
Mass.
3. BY THE LOOK OF THINGS FROM THE GROUND
We intend to proclaim our anxiety, our failures, our fears, celebrate self-loathing, and joyously affirm our lack. We will set ourselves up to fall ¬– blissfully.
4. CHOOSING PAINT DRYING; THE END IS POSSIBLY IN SIGHT
Our barbarous beauty is swathed by a utility fog – the artist must throw up the hard yellow veil of health & safety: Danger’s song will be sung. NOW, now we intend to holler our passion for vigorous incompetence. We have pre-put ourselves. Clamour for the irregularised space of unaccountability, where we are free to open ourselves up to dreams and deliriums.
5. GLITTER OF KNIVES; CONSENSUS
Do not tolerate. Nothing should be tolerated. Repressive tolerance leads to stress, stress leads to conflict. Tragedy, pain a human becomes or peril Unrequited, further enduring.
6. OFFROADING
Deals await you or your Gold. We are all disabled by our lust. Be inspired by the dysfunctional consumer. He cannot help himself.
We don’t know what we wished, we have no vision, we only see the searing colours.
We reject the quest for redemptive purity in this age of environmental apocalypse, and magnificently wrestle our own filth in the wet labs of executive swamps. Ours is a dirty revolt.
7. NEXT UP
We will enchant the passage of the dragging route.
Delight the creeping pace of travel.
8. MAYBE JUST ONE WORD WILL DO IT?
Each gesture serves to commemorate the last.
A celebrant’s training montage: Sound-bitten-interactivity-niche-sexuality-architectural-vanity-project-creative-quarter/hub/cluster-regeneration-inclusivity-choice … We urge you to cry your own.
9. PACIFIER DELIVERABLE KITS
Art will not save the world.
© Rowena Easton of The Neo Futurist Collective
Brighton, 20th February 2008