Category Archives: Dai Coelacanth

Dai Coelacanth – RANDOM SEWAGE FROM A STRANGERS WIFE / YOU’RE A WIG, Mr MALIGNANT

Dai Coelacanth arrived a year ago. He had been on a holiday in Greece. It started then. Thinking while listening. Something happened. A man who was there when Mr. Sony sent his walkman to earth. They fell on every shop and in every home like children’s balloons who had gone the reverse way. He still has a walkman. Other people have a smart phone. Both walk the streets and talk freely into a microphone. Both transmit messages. Dai makes cassette walkman art. And I wonder if he is the only…

Dai Coelacanth – Greek Seance / I’m your psychic

We don’t know anything about the person who calls himself Dai Coelacanth. The best thing you can do is to believe that this tape came to us as a message in a bottle, or rather as a tape in recycled and sealed wine box. Recorded in Greece, it said. On a Greek Island, observed by the Gods and the tourists visiting the home of those Gods. A tape almost ruined by the heat of the sun. And its content an onomatopoeic attempt to sound like the undertow that drags all the…