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Dai Coelacanth – Linda Harris and the Paranoid Lungs

Local kids burnt down the school. Got the jitters. Sought a necromantic solution. Nancy promised them a hundred years of rain. Too late. She was busy unspooling the tapes. Doing a job on the memory bank. Fans of the program found their conversations deteriorating. The space between words was becoming damp and humid. The main character had never known anything different. She sat in her bucket and grew a single hair. Buy Dai Coelacanth’s new cassette here.

Dai Coelacanth – Return of the Cosmic Scorpion

Do Dai Coelacanth’s contributions to Radio On evolve into a sci-fi radioplay, a discardable walkman’s alternative to all paytv’s series? Be your own detective. Read his words. Maybe they sound familiar. Susan had joined a show band. I was asked to play trumpet. Not in the band. They wanted me to stand in a shop doorway. They liked my tone. They said it was undecipherable. We had been on the planet for twenty years and had failed to establish ourselves. We were there. We were alive. We were regressing. Susan’s…

Dai Coelacanth -Crime Boot Rumble

One of the surprises to wait for is the sound that leaks through. Dai records over commercial cassettes. The other surprise to wait for is the way he treats or maltreats his walkman. Noises recorded at random places and spoken fragments from a sci-fi book for children are the other ingredients. But, as always, you, the listener, are the cook. In Dai’s words I think your seeds are dead. Crocodiles in the lake all they want is a cup of coffee and some love. Keep away from the edge. It’s…

Dai Coelacanth – Pure Country Magic

“Are you just going round and round. There are better ways to travel. The captain struggled with his boots they were never happy. Ironic. As a boy they called him ‘lucky feet’. She was singing in town. Had a nice set of irregular talons. Nearly tore my face off. I had to stop the flow of blood with dirty leaves. Made me look like a tree creature. People pushed coins into my pocket. They didn’t think I would notice. I’m allergic to metal. It makes me sprout. March is a…

Dai Coelacanth – Crude Crayfish vs Cosmic Scorpion

Dai Coelacanth tells stories. You can’t tell where he is. The television signal is distorted. No telescope can find him. He lives on a distorted tape. He is one of the dust particles. He lives on the streets of Bangkok. He is friends with a woman called Suzy. She feeds him spiders. You want to submit your works or tapes/CDs/Vinyls released by you or your label? Learn how to submit. * Please check the Schedule for broadcast hours/days The most modest fundraising campaign you can imagine

Dai Coelacanth – Suzi threw her Panther into the Weeping Well

in the trenches they can’t find a decent tape machine. It was hot in there I was sweating like a pig. The director wanted more action but he expressed himself at half speed. Panther Bird ignored him. We had been filming the same scene for thirty years. There was nothing I could say. I have never felt so utterly useless. Like a hat. Like gravy. Gasping for breath. Adjusting my wig.   You want to submit your works or tapes/CDs/Vinyls released by you or your label? Learn how to submit. *…

Dai Coelacanth – Nancy talks to the Crayfish

Nancy is back again. But who is she? Words. Phrases. Chants. Sounds from a distinct world. The Supremes…why? Follow Dai on his new adventure. In his own words: “Nancy was always forgetting who she was. Sometimes she thought she was a large caterpillar crawling along the surface of an apple. She was drowning in bad habits but she was good with eggs. Growths are growths. Rats are rats. Rats have been in my pocket. I’ve got nothing left but eggs. I was cutting my hedge with teeth. It’s Sunday morning….

Dai Coelacanth – Don’t lick the coins they will weigh you down

Dai Coelacanth arrived at Radio On in the year 2018. What is it? A prophet, a poet, a consumer gone mad? Is this the voice of Brexit? Is this a man who walked out of a Shakespearian play centuries ago and who still hasn’t found a stage that fits his words?Maybe his own words can illuminate you:“Last recording of 2018 and I say goodbye to my Cassette-corder TCM-150. The speaker was already broken. The microphone was bashed in. The motor was wheezing. And now there is nothing. It’s dead. I…

Dai Coelacanth – Distant Aphid turn the wheel of scabs

Dai Coelacanth: “Elizabeth hated her brother. The family bought him at auction. When they got him home he was covered in a noxious dust. He had to live in the barn for the first three years. And now he was in the house. He had a room filled with rare antiquities. He drank blood straight from the sack. Mother gifted him shares in a successful worm farm. Father begged him for his blessings. What did Elizabeth get, as the true born, the rightful heir? They hired unskilled thugs to pull…