Deep space gloomp and wind-tortured drone-silence from the duo of Bill Wood - sometimes member of Campbell Kneale’s Birchville Cat Motel orchestra – and Jules Desmond. Huge lungs of void cut up with diamonds of percussion and lone metal tone in classic globe-gobbling style. Mastered by Campbell Kneale.

First ever collaboration between these two international electro-thug psych units. Recorded live and in the studio in New Zealand, it features two long tracks with Campbell Kneale on guitar, electronics and "harsh noise", Pete Swanson on electronics and vocals and GMS on guitar and electronics. First track moves from irresistible swells of tar-thick electronics to classic death/doom iconoclasm with deep bass runs that are as epic as your favourite block-busting Japanese guitarist. Second track is a torrent of pained electricity, tortured circuitry, lung-scraping vocals and power electronics that feel extremely tactile cut-up with Fushitsusha/Haino-esque brain-searing power blues. Sounds great.

Two new vertical tone ascensions from Campbell Kneale’s post-Birchville Cat Motel project, with a particularly barbaric ecstatic noise/death edge. Edition of 500 copies.

Ferocious new project from Campbell Kneale (Birchville Cat Motel/Our Love Will Destroy The World et al) on his own private Don’t Fuck With Magic imprint in an edition of only 100 copies. TMPLS takes the torrential aspect of the early Broken Flag sound and rewires it w/a psychoactive post-drone appeal, creating cacophonous barbed wire symphonies that threaten to re-wire your brain while speaking in tongues of pure thunder. Hard to think of anyone that can make such a brutal attack seem so euphoric and oddly musical, with all sorts of tormented spectra inhabiting relentlessly overdriven clouds of steel tone in a way that balances a controlled compositional feel with the instant satori of all-improvised power-tone ascensions. Listened to at the correct volume this one ranks alongside Metal Machine Music as one of the essential formulations of form out of freedom and is a massively addictive spin. Campbell Kneale’s half-hour still beats your life. “Annihilating Harsh Noise Walls (TM) that find their inspirational core in traditional Chinese waterfall paintings. Sorry kids, no prostitute-murdering, throat-slitting, rape-porn to be found here... TMPLS would rather pretend it doesn’t happen. Tones so chunky and micro-detailed you can drive monstertrucks through the pockets of air between the godalmighty cRRRRRunch. Speaker destroying blankness of asteroid-like heaviosity that tunes me in to a plain so high I only have Sherpas and goats for company. Oh yeah... it’s pronounced 'Temples'...Y'geddit?” – DFWM. Recommended!