Radio On welcomes yet again Agnès Pe on her modern day travel through the mirror and beyond. Riddles are disguised as truth. Truth is disguised as sound. Sound is disguised as a riddle. There's no way to solve it. The merry-go-round is at an eternal standstill. Your head is not even spinning. Don't trust record … Continue reading Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté (It’s not Fair)
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 … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Love Station Yaba
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 … Continue reading Agnes Pé – Mitt Paté (DeWorm)
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 … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – A French Corpse is a delicacy on Mars
- 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 … Continue reading Mitt Paté by Agnès Pe – Sales!
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 … Continue reading Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté 21 (Fuck You the People)
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 … Continue reading Agnès Pe – Mitt Paté #20 (memories of 1937)
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 … Continue reading Mitt Paté #19 by Agnès Pe – I Hear a Symphony