Electro Haram and Beyond, part two

With Electro Haram, a collective from Moscow, other Russian sounds will reach your ears. Sounds that evoke images which bring us back to Soviet times. The poetic language of Tarkovski, the sense of an other not yet explored world or the sense of the unknown is are amongst the expressions that electro haram brings together … Continue reading Electro Haram and Beyond, part two

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 … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Love Station Yaba

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 … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – A French Corpse is a delicacy on Mars

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