Here’s some more examples of packets I make for every order. The book and magazine I have used so far have finished, not a single page left. I was lucky to see a documentary on Joke Lanz and pick some film posters from the free poster basket at the entrance of the cinema. The black and white pieces are from a book on surrealist art which I also used for the cover of the pocket edition of the Paris Tape Run. (Where did I put that book?)
Work has started on a new release: Make Incest Great Again. It’s a C30 with eight tracks by the same artists that were involved with the Kylie Golden tapes and Dear Concerned Employees. I aim at getting the complete run of 40 copies out in the first days of February. All the sideA’s are dubbed so far.
“I guess I have failed to recognise the horse.”
Here’s the complete review.
Every order of a staaltape release will be packed differently. Most of the time I will re-use magazines, tear out pages at random, and find accidental collages.
Here’s five examples of kantoor packets.
Go to staaltape web shop if you are interested in ordering a copy.
kantoor 2+3 for 19€ (plus shipping)
Got to the staaltape webshop for more details
Early birds can fly to Bandcamp and order the new Kantoor3, C90 + zine with found sounds and found recordings, words, pictures and collages by Angélica Castello, Jon Sheffield, Claudio Fernandez and Gavin Morrow. Additional writings by Giada dalla Bontà and Rinus van Alebeek. Zine produced and printed by petrichor, Deventer
A few new copies were made of Dai Coelacanth’s A condemned debtor does not recognise the horse. As with the orignal larger edition snippets and fragments of (found) paperworks that were sent by Dai were used in the artwork. The tapes are re-used commercial cassettes, and the lay-out and make-up of those tapes has been integrated in the artwork.
Idwal Fisher listened and wrote:
“We have a thousand dodgy Dictaphone edits each one half a second long and culled from outdoor situations where the bleed through of buffeting wind sounds like a fireman’s hose directed straight in to your ear canal. Snatches of words appear and budgies and announcements in foreign tongues, radio broadcasts are destroyed, conversations between people with middle England accents come and go, whistles and oh the madness. On yet another piece of paper there comes a type written story in which Nancy at Wiggly Green gets a ray gun or something. My brain was fried by now. That Radio 4 New Weird Britain programme never called at Dai Coelacanth’s door. A missed opportunity for both parties. Maybe they just couldn’t find him. Her. Them.”
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