Category Archives: RadioPhonics

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

Juan Angel Italiano – Sounds from Uruguay

Juan Angel Italiano lives in Maldonado, Uruguay. Seen from Berlin it is at the other side of the world. The world has many centers. One of those centers could be a simple spool. As Juan Angel puts it: Open reel spools, bought at a street garage sale. Sounds dirty, interspersed. Sermons and locutions of evangelist pastors, tango music, radial advertising. As Discépolo recited in Cambalache: “the Bible next to the heater. You are tuning channel 246, frequency modulated in stereo, Montevideo, Uruguay. There is also a handwritten date that says…

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…

Agnes Pé – Mitt Paté, Now It’s Christmas Time (This Year Again)

An amazing mild mix of sounds and christmas songs in this, yes it’s that time of year again episode of Mitt Paté. Agnès got rid of all the ear wurms. It is safe to listen. You will not come out damaged. The thirty minute mix is also like an open letter. I am afraid that it will never arrive. But you can help. Try to read and understand, and once you understand, you might want to support the idea. Owners and rulers of warehouses, shopping malls, cultural institutions, big office…

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…