Look, that’s how it can go at a festival. You roam the city all weekend, from one church to the next stage. You hear writers read from books about mental disorders and other discomfort, you see yourself confronted with war-related discomfort about Ukraine, you come across abstract voice art and expressive dance, you hear birds chirping about the climate in St. Boniface’s Church ( The primordial gong )…. and then there’s BCUC. The redemption, in the form of razor-sharp, layered, incendiary rhythms of South African origin.
Full halls for the niche: Explore The North festival shows the power of experiment and connections with near and far
