Rupert Cole presents a new album of electronic songs for release with

ADAADAT Autumn 2017.


In the thrall of data-cult-agent-contagion-doxa-bot  things are

unraveling. In a rush of transfusion the mind is being un-selfed,

reconfigured at the artificial⇆human synapse junction and things are

going a bit animal.


THWUNK is a digital ventriloquist and dialog agent bot, it creates metadiegetic

dithyrambic prose songs in full view of its own plight.


Everything we hear is made of sound, 

everything we listen to is made of thought.

Smell radio will soon be broadcast to your home. Methods of delivery are being tested, but in the meantime through hylopathic psycho-infusion, which is:

1. close your eyes

2. imagiine the notes and sonic textures to a song,

3. attach in your mind a scent to each of these, 

4. let them pass by in time.

You will have created you first smell song.

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The only thing to solve is the problem, which then only leaves the thing.

Take Part In This Song


I was asked if i would like to take part in making this song,

It's easy they said, just pretend to make up the words as I go


they told me, there's no worries, we’d be fine, we’d get along.

I listened, and now, I wish it would never end, perhaps I

could just tell someone, maybe a friend.

It feels like I’m in a documentary,

to see all those moments close up and hairy, I remember

hearing this once before,

l just cant remember why or what for, I heard it once, twice

perhaps even more.

When I think about it i start to ascend,

but they wont tell me how much longer before the song will


It feels like a memory but I cant be sure,

I think I heard it once, twice perhaps even more.

I made up the words like they asked me but it seems they all

just swipe past me. Each time I watch it it plays on my

mind, a song with no reason only a rhyme. 
























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