The current work at Conical gallery on Rochester St is an installation of metal sheets with an abstract soundtrack of mechanical noise, voices and abrupt changes in tone and volume. It’s confronting and not particularly enjoyable, and would probably be frightening to small children.
I amused myself for five minutes while experiencing it by imagining a corporation broadening their art collection by installing something like this in their fuck off massive foyer. Imagine this playing amidst the orange leather bench thingies at BHP on Lonsdale St, for example. The suits would walk through it each day feeling nervous, but reassuring themselves that it qualified for a tax deduction. Rock on… until June 13, when it finishes.