MON 19 November, 7.30pm | Playhouse, Arts Centre
ALLOCATION EXHAUSTED

  TUES 20 November, 7.30pm | Playhouse, Arts Centre
ALLOCATION EXHAUSTED

WED 21 November, 7.30pm | Playhouse, Arts Centre
ALLOCATION EXHAUSTED

Thur 22 November, 7.30PM | Playhouse, Arts Centre
ALLOCATION EXHAUSTED

It’s a big ask to try to improve the experience of a film that won the Oscar for Best Picture. But what TFS managed to do was take a film that excelled, in part, through its lack of a score and make it better by adding a score. That feels counterintuitive. That’s why it was so impressive.
— Paul Donoughue, Double J

Photography by Simon Aubor


Following back to back sell-out shows at MIFF 2018, Hear My Eyes collaborates with Arts Centre Melbourne for the first time to present a live score reinterpretation of No Country for Old Men written and performed by Tropical Fuck Storm.

No Country for Old Men co-stars Javier Bardem, Tommy Lee Jones, Josh Brolin, Kelly Macdonald and Woody Harrelson as worn individuals living in 1980’s West Texas. Their lives intertwine by chance, but are bound together by the cancerous effects of one man, the merciless killer Anton Chigurh - a prophet of destruction, a monster for the ages.

Joel and Ethan Coen’s faithful adaptation of Cormac McCarthy’s 2005 novel is a violent, poetic and intensely gripping reimagining of the book which explores the darker side of humanity through philosophical meditations on determinism, absence of free will and Nietzschean nihilism.

Experience the Coen brothers' Texas noir thriller No Country for Old Men paired with the riotous, mad art-punk-psych-experimental-rock sounds from Gareth Liddiard, Fiona Kitschin, Lauren Hammel and Erica Dunn in Tropical Fuck Storm.

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Tropical Fuck Storm are already one of the most exciting Australian acts around, and ‘Chameleon Paint’ is already one of the songs of the goddamn year. It’s almost good enough to make you forget we’re a few weeks away from getting annihilated by a swollen orange fascist with his stumpy little fingers on the nuclear button. Almost.
— The Brag
Here there is no escape. We are in it for the long haul, running alongside its imperilled hero and skirting on the rim of absolute evil.
— The Guardian
The Coens squeeze us without mercy in a vice of tension and suspense, but only to force us to look into an abyss of our own making.
— Rolling Stone