Studio Kabako

More more more… Future last night at PASS

Delicate and brutal, feverish and fearless, beautiful and ugly, Kabako Studio’s More more more… Future literally exploded last night at launch of PASS live music festival.

It’s the story of the Congo and its brutal history, but it’s also a story of here and now, one that transcends a nation and thereby redefines our sense of belonging to history and the world.

Much of the story is told in between repetitive images of bodies, grotesque and unexpected, that pervade the work. Music, costumes, language and imagery exist as physical entities—body-states, bursts of muscles, violent flashes of colour, ass shakes and beats that plough forward in phase after phase of fever-frenzy. Punctuated with propulsive, unforgiving, seething poetry, the performance literally writhes on the stage; each voice, each body, each beat, twisting in on itself.

Yet for all its physicality, thinking and theory are as much a part of the work as imagination and poetic intensity. The setting is both utopia and dystopia; it is past and present and future. It’s a world of corruption, crime, violence, injustice, secrets, politics, chance, inevitability, passion, sexual desire, hope, hopelessness, death that has descended into apathy, an apathy of not of resignation but rather an active apathy, apathy indulged to the point of frenzy, of orgy.

Here, bodies vanish into zombie states. The scream replaces language, a metaphor for those who have no voice, no ability to speak against the horrors of colonialism and violence. The intense locked groove repetition soon attains a kind of agitated stillness, a thrashing stasis.

Temporality is called into question, as the mind remains frozen in a past that can only be resolved in a future that never arrives, or that seems ever the more ominous, until all that is left is a barely substantial tissue of reverbed voice and music: the sound of a band disappearing.

Everything is lost except the barest whisper, the most basic beat… at a certain moment for the person who has lost everything, their soul and their country, music becomes the country, a link back to the past and therefore a way forward to the future.

Through sound and voice we can look inward, break through the enslavement of history and nationality and free a spirit at once personal and receptive. Returning here is not a rewind, an eternal return that replays the past but a critical, creative process of reinvention.

More more more… Future is a gift: a twisted thing, tortuous, delicate, eager, insatiable, the best, and worst thing, the junction point between everything and nothing, between hope and hopelessness, between today and more, more, more… future!

Thank you PASS!!!!

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