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Eyeballing Residents something of a strain for some
Date destroyer? Randy Rose
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The book feels like a writer working within his limits and not breaking any new ground, believes KEN COCKBURN
PRAGYA AGARWAL recommends a collection of drawings that explore the relation of indigenous people to the land in south Asia, Africa and the Caribbean
CHRIS SEALE speaks to Palestinian sound artist BINT MBAREH
MARY CONWAY applauds a brave and timely two hander that explores the difference between intimacy and abuse
The Residents
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SAN FRANCISCAN anonymous art collective The Residents have deservedly earned themselves underground cult-legend status since forming aeons ago in the 1960s.
The act’s most recognisably unrecognisable disguise and trademark has been the donning of giant eyeballs covering their entire heads.
Over the years, these disguises have become more and less inventive. The group’s singer and founding member, known only as Randy Rose and now well into his seventies, has been many things, from nightmarish clown to creepy old man.
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