Marco Fusinato’s day-long noise event took place at Glasgow’s SWG3 venue. It was a fortuitous location. As we ambled about downstairs, not quite sure how or when to enter the former metalworks. We had an appropriate prelude to the day. Cars zipped along the A814 and beyond that, the Clyde. Cranes arced and crouched on the docks, a reminder that this city once built more of the world’s ships than any other. Its heavy industry is largely gone now and its traces are everywhere. A semi- or non-functioning place for labour was the ideal setting for Marco’s compelling metalic activity.
When we spoke to Marco the day before the performance, he was interestedn in abusing the acoustics of the massive concrete bunker with the big PA system. And while there were pockets of people in the space at any given time, it never ceased to feel cavernous and strangely, ghostly surrounding. It was one of those art events where no one really sat near anyone else. In the best possible way. There was a strong sense of shared event but not in any kind of sentimental fashion. The noise enters into you. We might have spent an hour in closed-eyed concentration, attending to the twists and turns of Marco’s
At each moment, the movements of Marco’s processed guitar sounds were tangible – like solid space. Visitors moved around the room, as often as they sat stationary, in an attempt to move with the sound pulsating through the space. More than once we observed someone sitting on a speaker to feel the noise. You could feel the thudding and humming everywhere in the room. At times (the louder ones) there were soundwaves that washed over you until the inevitable crash which went into your body. This was often followed by a mess of noise which made the stomach churn.
There was an electric moment somewhere near the middle of the day where one of the few lights in the space went out. For a moment, it was minimally dramatic – and just a bit ominous. As one of our friends from Common Guild put it “It feels a little bit risky. For me. I’m scared I could stay all day and that might turn into forever.” buried in the noise.