Category Archives: RadioPhonics

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté #30, MP5

sparrows on the wooden floor of my balcony. bread crumbs. their beaks hit the boards. an empty honey jar next to the plants. wasps get drunk and lay motionless on the bottom. A grey day A day for a something A something to remember A something that hurts. Sounds live behind walls. the good thing about the internet is that it erases all the information of the non-internet world. a new era of great explorations draws near. Sounds live in headphones. mute. Playlist MITT PATÉ #30 MP5 UV – exp…

Alan Dunn & Derek Beaulieu – (drowned out by traffic noise): a, A Novel

Alan Dunn, based in Leeds, works with students, teaches and produces great works of sonic art. His students learn how to make radiophonic works, radio plays or plain sonic weirdness that after all is not that weird at all. Alan’s solo works and his work with students are regularly broadcasted by our radio station. For this production he teamed up with Derek Beaulieu. Also in a, A Novel Alan evokes the sehnsucht that was so typical of 1980s post-punk music in the UK. Other elements are added that will make…

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 – Love Station Yaba

Dare to listen. Dai to listen. Scraps, magnetic tape filth, hoarse voices, 21st century leaks, brutalist tapes, concrete footprints, yesterday’s news. A huge new collage, harsh sound poem by Dai Coelacanth. Your speakers never sounded so true to life. in Dai’s words “There’s something I forgot to tell you. It’s about a memory. The fair was in town and I was going to go with a neighbour … but she died in a horrific accident. Down by the river where the construction work is going on. New buildings for new…

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté #29 (FEAR NO MUSIC)

This will be a cinematographic experience, you think. Agnès Pe will take us to the pacific, wartime pacific where big warships slide slowly through the waters. The wind carries a song. A Japanese soldier washes his clothes on the beach. Soft seats, the darkness of the cinema, faces light up in the glow of a sunny day a long time ago. The lie of watching something truthful. Something happens. You are no longer in your seat. Colours and sounds dissolve, flow around, merge into images and become abstract again. Does…

Dai Coelacanth – BEETLE-LIKE CREATURES IN A SMALL SPACECRAFT / SHAPE-SHIFTERS WORK IN TELEVISION

Any student at an advanced academy for music and assorted experimental sonic behaviour should be given a cassette walkman with an inbuilt microphone. Not to play all the sweet cassettes that grow from the big rose of audio tapes. It would serve as a recording tool. It would open new perspectives; it would open the ears to the very far end of lo-fi recordings. The recordings could reveal secrets of the mystic and the obvious and how these two worlds can meet. The works of Dai Coelacanth could be a…

MA/68 by Alan Dunn and Students

Alan Dunn, our man in the UK, does a lot of sound works with students of various academies or universities, often young men and women who have no experience in sound art. The present collage is close to a re-enactment of the Paris student revolt of May 1968. Enthusiasm, agitation, poetry, street riots, political statements, manifesto’s, but also eery imaginary scenes from dark sci-fi movies are part of the composition. Does this give the listener something to think about? Is there something to think about at all in these times?…

Agnes Pé – Mitt Paté Number 25

This is episode 25 of Agnes’ series of mixes wherein music hallucinates its own existence and dreams of its future. It is a joyous new show, this celebrative moment. All the windows are open. Sunlight streams in. The last residues of last night’s tear gas tickle the trees and the birds: coughing birds, crying birds, birds that laugh through their tears. The King awakes and looks at his city: splendid city, golden flags and open windows everywhere. His crown still doesn’t fit. Agnes dances around in her room, dances around…

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté (Revolution)

The past and the future are like a blank canvas. You can put as many colors and images and abstract designs on it as you like. You can repeat this every day again, and every day the past and the future will look different. In a hypothetical past designs and icons, ideas and legends, belief systems and people had the power to give sense and guidance to individuals, a community or a population. In a hypothetical future none of this will happen anymore. In a hypothetical here and now, I…