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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…

Agnes Pé – Mitt Paté (DeWorm)

In the beginning is the beginning, but it is not always that obvious. I had to listen again. Observing my primal thoughts I was quite pleased with this radio of ours. We always tell our radiomakers to envision it as a laboratory. Agnes Pé is with us for almost three years, with every month a new show. And somehow these shows have become one and they have become a crystal ball. Look deep into the vague and bright colours and you will see something is taking shape. Back to the…

Dai Coelacanth – A French Corpse is a delicacy on Mars

A knock on the door. At this hour. Who could that be. Full moon peeks in through the attic window. The plant recites Kierkegaard. Red light ceiling. A muted comedian. More insistent knocking on the door. Get up from the chair. The bottle falls down. Shock-relief: It’s empty. Ear to the door. Someone goes down the stairs, fast. An empty milk carton on the doormat. Apparently empty. A cassette tape wrapped in a piece of paper. It’s a letter. Dai Coelacanth is back from somewhere. But from where? And who…

Mitt Paté by Agnès Pe – Sales!

– explosions in the suburb – aircycling with ET – a ventriloquist suffers from hyperventilation – dinosaur dance in a nike commercial – the lovely rubber alien who lives in the bubblegum machine – gps for cocks – and then, on the way home, lost in thoughts, the streets lose their way, walk, think, dream talk, the night goes the other way, no time to say goodbye, the entrance to the flat, the entry hall is a desolate place, the headphones are the only safe place, sleepwalk up the stairs…

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté 21 (Fuck You the People)

Where does she find all these songs and sounds? How does she manage it to put them in this order? Sensational, impressive, late night walk, mickey mouse t-shirt, kim jung un mask and private chicken too. Mysterious, picknick at hanging rock, chinese new year, a bar full of voices and everybody feels good Yes, we are angry as well, but that doesn’t change our mood. Red socks I am running out of words on how to describe the Mitt Paté’s Visit Madrid Go see Agnès Pe in action Always.  …

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté #20 (memories of 1937)

Have a look at the playlist. Knowledge has many sides. Knowledge is like a car. Go from A to B. Once you arrive, get out, go, explore, don’t forget your car keys if you want to get back home. Throw the keys away, or just forget about the car, if you are sure you have arrived. Forget about knowledge just as easy as you forget about the tracks you hear, and the tracks you followed. The earth burns. Small houses stand white in the hot sun. Nothing moves. The people…

Mitt Paté #19 by Agnès Pe – I Hear a Symphony

Running around, wide-eyed, open circle-boingboing, we hang from a rubber belt. The world is a bad whisper. The Queen anthem, finally, here’s the version that should be played in every stadium. The motorgang argues over a quarter-pounder hamburger. Stomach moves, dub-step burbs, that’s how we pray nowadays. The merry-go-round dropped acid. My first Vespa. Rome is so great. When gypsies walk backwards they look like arabs disappearing in the rain. The real estate agent showed the bathroom and sang ‘Eye of the Tiger.’ You should have seen him move. But…

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté in Buenos Aires

This edition of Mitt Paté was made in Buenos Aires. Agnès was there for an artistic enterprise. It meant of course that she had to leave her natural habitat, Madrid, and encounter new impressions. She had to experience winter during summertime. It took her a bit longer to construct a new collage. But it was well worth the wait. I come to be convinced that Agnès is unique in her approach. She connects a high sensitivity to the current Zeitgeist, changes observations into moods, and picks from a rich palette…

Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté, Life Forms

I tried to listen to this edition of Mitt Paté while I was doing some work. In fact, I tried twice. It was impossible. This made me think. To understand what I thought, you need to know that one of my fascinations is the process, how from dead material, life forms came into existence, indeed, the origins of life. Molecules splashing around in primordial soup, not bothering about being alife or not, suddenly got together, some elements got a different meaning, and see: within the structures, all was different. And…