Even in the stark orderliness of black and white, July Talk has always been a work in progress. More accurately, it’s a work of progress, a communal pursuit of euphoric togetherness as a mode of being. For this compulsively DIY, rigorously self-realizing group, the essence of July Talk has always been the tension between precision and chaos. Between these two extremes, in that kinetic, staticky, sticky space, is where July Talk truly takes shape. On stage, July Talk unfurls and explodes. The action pings from slo-motion commotion to back-bendy communion, fluid (as in bodily) and liquid (as in the dark goo phase of metamorphosis). Things get weird.
