Volcanic Tongue Catalogue

Charlie Draheim
Legal Crotch Ambient

Chocolate Monk Choc-208

CD-R
£3.99


“DRAHIEM: MONSTER OF THE MIDWEST:Things ive seen Charlie do live: +Play in a dress and record 90 sec loops over and over of vomiting due to a weekend diet of pretzel sticks dipped in premium gasoline (when it was stupid expensive, like you know, three years ago)  +Take on a whole fleet of Michigan Militia dudes at a small bar in Gaylord Michigan for thinking his Manifesto was some Pro-government tome  +Give blood only to have it returned a month later due to "pure red-cell inactivity"  +Throw a half full bottle of After the Hunt High Life at a cop only to realize he owed said cop a master tape going on three years now.  So here is a Chocolate Monk Drahiem experience? As i write this in a dreary Albany Comfort Inn at dusk and hear these horrible sounds = I dont wanna move or open the blinds (mainly cause me & the princess are comatose from parent paid el-massive late lunch at the Cheesecake Factory) cause the soundtrick from this CD makes me think if i open the door to room 216 upper floor we will be launched into a world full of terrible static insects buzzing around scraping wings on salt-dried frozen concrete waiting to lure every ear into a pool of electro-muge. No way hose'. We gotta pool date with Tovah 's sister and her husband to be in an hour and no way if some CD sound is funna gonna stop that swim double date. So until that time comes, we are locked in room 216, waiting. But its like Charlie D is here with us, the determined master fried-mind of electronic frustration, putting his camo boots on to the march of slimes on his own time. He is to Michigan what Clifford Brown was to Max Roach = i guess!  This here CD by CD on CM willR.ock R.ipp and R.oll Y.r W.orld, Who else can be labelmates with the almighty Piss in My Face With Surgery? Slam this silver-recorded-silver bottom recordable cd into yr monster truck, roll over to Corner Brewery, Dour and Drahiem will be there sitting in the corner, most likely in silence, but a MASSIVE WEIRDO SOUND ABSTRACTION  party awaits, soon.” - John Olson

Hospice Janitor Hours
Taxidermy Videos And Modern Step Stools

Chocolate Monk Choc-204

CD-R
£3.99


“Noise cutups by nameless & mute Scumbag Tapes guy, who year after year turns up people, references & objects that no one's ever heard of and then leaves them around the postal system like wreckage. I picture a mincing little oily-haired troll whose fingernails are way too long. He scuttles & picks over the wetlands of Minneapolis. Old tin cans are turned over to reveal forgotten tv & movie samples, which he speeds up, slows down & embalms with bedroom electronics & guitar skritch. Fractured farts, chickens getting strangled, his own pussface and ingrown toes. Guy doesn't make any typical moves, which is great, but the down side is that this will give you his pimples if you touch it.” - Angela Sawyer, Weirdo Records

Roy Montgomery
Inroads: New And Collected Works

Rebis 010

2xCD
£10.99


Warehouse find of this long-gone career overview of key New Zealand underground thinker Roy Montgomery: back in the 1990s when you still had to dig under a few rocks, maybe even write a letter or read a zine, in order to track the sound of the underground (as opposed to just fucking Googling that shit and coming up a wiseass expert on various NZ in-roads in the space it takes to update your Facebook cover photo) many, many ears seeking drugged instrumental paydirt bent their heads towards the work of Mr Roy Montgomery, both as a solo thinker of considerable repute and as a member of such mysterious nada-info groups like Dadamah and his Bardo Pond collaboration Hash Jar Tempo. His solo works were the hardest to track, torrential raga/drone guitar forms that seemed broadcast through blizzards of emotional trauma from a lonely edge of the world in which bedsit dwellers did more than just recite Morrissey lyrics in front of the mirror. His conceptions seemed to combine all sorts of suggestive autobiographical detail that appeared to be as much about space, action and applied sonic representations as they were about specific emotional/biographical detail. They were literate without ever resorting to camp poesy. And here they are: pretty much all of Montgomery's stray solo works compiled in the same place, with two discs that mop up 7" single one-shots and compilation appearances topped of with five previously unreleased gems and an accompanying essay by Bill Meyer to help put it all in place. Take it from me, you lucky dopes have got it fucking *easy*.

Vom Grill
De Vlag Hangt Halfstok

Chocolate Monk Choc-209

CD-R
£3.99


"Some sonic events do not qualify as “music” no matter how hard you shake them. That’s my feeling, anyway, and if it’s not yrs then I suggest that it will be once you’ve been subjected to the sound of this new release by Vom Grill.
The name itself is a trick, since the sounds are generated solely by the evil Belgian, Dennissssss Tyfusssssss. But naturally no one would even consider buying this things it it had Dennissssss’ name prominently attached, so they invented a fucking soubriquet for him – Vom Grill. What the fuck is that supposed to be? The name of Richard Meltzer’s new coffeeshop? Yeah, well – not hardly. This particular Vom Grill abortion is a three track plunge into all that is annoying about Belgian food. The first course is like a melange of simpering, whining children, smeared with mayonnaise, croaking that they only want a peanut. It goes on for less than five minutes, but it feels like a week. The second track is Tyfusssss’ ignorant attempt to “just take a break, people.” He tries to calm the kids down by playing xylophone notes on his own rib cage, but he’s too fucking fat to pull it off, so he whistles mock-xylo notes while the kids fiddle around with some sort of pudding make from bread crumbs and gristle. Great. The final track is the sound of Vom being submerged in a vat of Belgian ale, bobbing to the surface with all his little electric thistles spinning while he burps for help. Like he really fucking wants it. In my day if someone was heard uttering this sort of nonsense we’d shove a little broom up his and/or her ass and make him and/or her wear a rubber glove on his and/or her head. What does Nyoukis do? He actually releases the shit. These laddies richly deserve each others’ company. What the fuck did we do to rate similarly shoddy treatment? Waiter? My check." - Byron Coley

Craig Leon
Nommos

Superior Viaduct SV-017

LP
£21.99


ONE OF VOLCANIC TONGUE'S RECORDS OF THE YEAR 2013!

First ever official, fully re-mastered edition of an LP that ranks up there with The Psychedelic Saxophone Of Charlie Nothing as the weirdest release on John Fahey’s Takoma imprint. Craig Leon is, of course, best known as a producer of some of the central punk rock sides to come out of New York: the first Suicide album, the first Ramones, Richard Hell, Blondie etc. But he also cut a series of albums in his own right that combined primal ‘African’ rhythms (more on that anon) cut through with beams of massively potent cyber/synth destruction, brain-bombing automated steel-tone pulses and euphoric post-Kosmische hypnotic beauty. 1981’s Nommos was the first and still the best. It consists of five massive tracks that start off like Suicide on salvia, with automating rhythms dissolving into pure white light and looping through cycle after cycle of Terry Riley-style heavens before dropping into a psychedelic Italo-disco eternity with what sounds like Klaus Schulze playing angel-tone harmonies over the top. The whole thing takes over where ever it is played, drenching you in man-machine rhythms that feel as steely and proto-Industrial as they do oddly organic. And to tackle the African rhythms question – where exactly are they? Despite the Milford Graves style cover art this is pure electro overload, though I guess it isn’t hard to imagine William Bennett dropping one of these tracks into an Italo/Cut Hands DJ set. But it’s not all relentless psychedelic repetition: there are pools of endlessly elongated feedback tones that sound like clouds of candyfloss evaporating in coloured water, great foghorn drones that could almost be the ghost of Popol Vuh rising up from beyond the horizon as piloted by Martin Rev, even aspects of Simon-Wickham Smith and Richard Youngs play Oneohtrix Point Never.... seriously, this is one of the major secret underground LPs and hopefully this cool reissue will restore its reputation as one of the most mind-blowing psychedelic electro-minimalist LPs ever talked about in the same breath as John Fahey. Seriously can’t recommend this enough: a mind-blower. Comes with a free download. 

Patrick Conrad
Gelukkig Als In Het Bijzijn Van Een Vrouw

KRAAK No Cat

LP
£18.99


Unlikely deluxe LP reissue in a hand-numbered run of only 300 copies of what has been described as “one of the very few psychedelic treasures from Belgium”, Patrick Conrad’s stunning 1972 masterpiece: in 1972 Belgian poets Nic van Bruggen and Patrick Conrad founded Pink Poets, a group of mainly artists from Antwerp that “shared a love for quality restaurants and alcohol.” In 1973 Conrad recorded Gelukkig als in het bijzijn van een vrouw with Roland van Campenhout and two session musicians. Originally pressed in a tiny run of only 300 copies, its reputation has become legendary through its combination of weirdo poetry, downer acid folk and full-on Kosmische dreamtone bliss-out.
Conrad reads his poetry through an echo chamber, giving his voice all of the zonked oracular power of a Walter Wegmuller or a Sergius Golowin, who are probably the closest comparisons. The music is amazing, at points touching on totemic downer folk gods such as Bob Desper or Mark Fry covering the soundtrack to Valerie & Her Week Of Wonders with dosed flute, violin and weirdo narration. Then the album totally flips and Conrad takes off on walls of droning F/X that sound like the brainchild of Timothy Leary and Rolf-Ulrich Kaiser as he power-booms his poetry straight down the throat of the void over some blasted wah-wah guitar that feels like it was squoze out of the third eye of Conny Veit. This would’ve sat just *there* alongside Ultra Eczema’s on-going unearthing of counter-cultural Belgium madmanisms and the presentation is stunning, with hand-numbered gatefold sleeves that present extensive liners over pics of opium smokers, an amazing massive fold-out poster and a large 12” booklet. An incredible archival issue, a true one-off that demands to be heard, very highly recommended!

The Flesh Eaters
A Minute To Pray A Second To Die

Superior Viaduct No Cat

LP
£21.99


First time vinyl reissue w/liners by Byron Coley of this classic side cut by a line-up to die for: released in 1981, A Minute To Pray... brings together Chris D on vocals, Dave Alvin of The Blasters on guitar, John Doe from X on bass, Steve Berlin of Los Lobos on sax as well as Bill Bateman of The Blasters and DJ Bonebreak of X on percussion. The sound is phenomenal, with Chris D’s wordy, gymnastic, epiglottal assaults supported by walls of almost Partch-ian percussion, staggered Beefheart-style rock, narcotic ballads straight out of the Johnny Thunders school of wasted rock elegance, even full bore brass/guitar assaults ala The Stooges’ Funhouse. Byron Coley calls it “the best rock record ever recorded.” You might too. 

Shawn David McMillen
Catfish

Emperor Jones #71

LP
£4.99


Long-time-coming solo album from Ash Castles On The Ghost Coast/Iron Kite/Friday Group member Shawn McMillen. The moves here orbit classic Charalambides/Pelt/American Primitive modes, albeit dilated via huge deserts of UFO tone, percussive bongs that are almost Partch in construction and the sound of railroad lights dancing around the periphery of your brain. Some beautiful low lonesome sound, comes in a swanky black and white sleeve with cover art by Shawn. Recommended.

Tim Coster
Gemini

Bunland Records BLR-14

Cassette
£6.99


Edition of only 50 copies cassette from this Melbourne-based tone scientist and big VT fave: a whole other world of lonely synth hymnals that touch on the distant emotional appeal of Ian Middleton and Andrew Chalk while taking repetitive angel tones into the realms of Charlemagne Palestine’s strumming music. Aspects of a more ‘kosmische’ Mirror give way to heavenly 3am early Aphex-style translucent ambient with a weirdo hazy kick drum and a hazy, slow-motion atmosphere. Hermetic bedroom hypnotics at the apex of high. Highly recommended!

Von Himmel
Rock N Roll Animal/Traum Esel

Donkey Disk No Cat

LP
£18.99


Fantastic new album from this outta space commune w/connections to Aswara/Death Chants et al: this is a wild ride, kicking off with a weird fractured Harry Pussy-play-Can vibe before they part the gates of the lizard mind and make with some lucid six string rip that projects a fantasy Tony McPhee/Manuel Gottsching/Ray Russell hybrid via an Xpressway style pile-up. The drums are stumpy and weird as all hell, with a staggered Jandek/Shaggs/Tori Kudo appeal but the vibe is mind-blotting avant space rock. Indeed, there’s an almost Matthew Valentine/Environments style logic to the way the strings bend all over the known universe of sound. Over on the flip, the second of two side long jams gets more into way-out tone-float with a lucid Roy Montgomery-plays-Popol Vuh vibe cut with enough ‘real people’ muscle that the whole deal somehow had me thinking of Jim Collins and the Music Performed By The High Mass privates. Either way, this is a phenomenal side, balancing full-bore psych moves with a great non-musicianly edge and a totally fractured atmosphere. Artwork by Bart De Paepe of Sloow Tapes. Highly recommended! 

Barton Smith
Realizations One and Two: The Sound Of Barton Smith

Em Records EM-1043

2xCD
£10.99


Chunky double CD set from Japan's Em Records that bundles two collectable Folkways albums from Barton Smith recorded in 1980 and 1982 and scored for various dance groups. The conceptual ground covered here is pretty vast, from wild, nocturnal soundscapes fully populated by electronic insect tones through space blues, avant/primitive guitar works, gorging electro abstraction, Cageian environments and almost Blops/Traffic Sound-styled acoustic folk beauty. Nuts.

Bobb Trimble
Iron Curtain Innocence

Secretly Canadian SC-162

CD
£4.99


One of the most bewitching and genuinely outside broadcast in modern private press history, the twin set of LPs cut by New England resident Bobb Trimble in the early 80s remain unclassifiable in terms of virtually anything else going on in or outside of the decade in which they were cut. Both LPs are fairly late entries in the annals of post-utopic rock-informed vision (Trimble was a fan of Bowie, The Beatles and Queen fer chrissakes) and as such there are some period flourishes that might put off the most clichéd of primitivists: Trimble was a visionary and arranger on a scale with Skip Spence, Brian Wilson and Blonde On Blonde-era Dylan. As such this record is a flashier real-people blat than, say, Kenneth Higney, yet it retains that whole sense of quest and the feel of one lonesome voice up against the wall and in love with possibility. Right from the cover shot, 1980's Iron Curtain innocence comes across like a more militant and baroque Modern Lovers, with a tough-vulnerability that manifests itself in a suburban garage insurrectionist vibe while penning songs that conflate personal and Biblical notions of apocalypse with deep, complex arrangements, a very feminine falsetto and some classy basement psych moves ala classic nobodies like St.Mikael. One of Heather Leigh Murray's all-time favourite private press bombs, the CD edition comes with liners by Eric Weddle of Family Vineyard. Highly recommended.

Carlos Giffoni/The Rita
Two On A Match

No Fun NFP-38

2xLP
£8.99


“The ongoing study and execution of harsh noise by driven artists constantly reinstates the medium via different techniques, concepts, and different artist amalgamations for a collaborative work. For myself, working with the different 'warbling' and generative moving lines of modular synth from Carlos Giffoni offered me a chance to investigate many different 'spaces' of tone and line manipulation. The examination and crossing of the different LINES slowly become their own parallel entity as the adjoined and wavy synth lines are further dirtied, cut repeatedly, and joined with the knife of 'gated' and cutting HN pedal work. To further manipulate and display the different lines and HN stylizations, Giffoni had the opportunity to heavily edit the textural work of The Rita to exude the constantly moving and jutting sense of Giffoni's own pulsing and driving synth decay via the dirtied analog source material of The Rita. Modular synth and pedal work have been long standing tools in the world of harsh noise, but not often are they crossed over with such investigative and crackling tendencies – a virtual criss-crossing of the different technical lines.” - Sam McKinlay/The Rita. Limited to 300 copies.

Chalaque
Switching Center

Golden Lab Records ROWF-44

LP
£16.99


Blazing edition of only 100 copies ultra-crude basement scuzz summit from Nick Mitchell’s amazing UK power trio w/silkscreened sleeves: joined by Dylan Hughes on bass and Pascal Nichols (Part Wild Horses Mane On Both Sides) on drums, Mitchell leads the group through the kind of dissolving steel string heavens that would render a Siltbreeze-scale destructo re-think on the kind of primal ecstasies of Sonny Sharrock circa Black Women or even an unholy Groundhogs take on the opening moments of “All Tomorrow’s Parties” modelled on Harry Pussy’s demolition of Kraftwerk’s “Showroom Dummies”. Two sidelong tracks – “I’ve Got The Control Room At The Teatro Della Pergola” and “I’ve Got The Father Of The Modern Synthesizer” – both recorded direct to Mitchell’s phone (!) make it sound like they have the father of the modern synthesizer kidnapped and secreted in a windowless room while they set out to single-handedly destroy the concept of the non-guitar-based future of rock and roll. Some great smears of wah wah here and Mitchell’s tone has an even bluesier feel – even a touch of country honk - thanks to the no-count fidelity, at points spilling over into the drooling sheets of sound feel of a John Coltrane>John McLaughlin while Nichols gains a little of Denis Charles’s loose, pugilistic style. Hughes derails and redirects the music at will with sudden bass nudges and key changes that reflect on Motorhead as much as Fushitsusha, which almost makes this the insane Motorhead/Peter Brotzmann free music face-off that Bill Laswell attempted but failed to orchestrate back in the day. No one is doing more for the future of the guitar as sonic reducer in the UK than Nick Mitchell and this is another thrilling finger in the eye to tabletop ‘performance’. Make your move – very highly recommended!

Cline/Giffoni/Licht/Ranaldo
Nothing Makes Any Sense

No Fun NFP-28

CD
£3.99


“A constantly shifting and engaging long-form piece of developed drone, foreboding melody, and harsh grit, Nothing Makes Any Sense finds Lee Ranaldo (Sonic Youth), Nels Cline (Nels Cline Singers, Wilco), and Alan Licht pushing their guitars into a cacophonous state that bears much influence from the post-jazz fields they've all cut their teeth in, but also bearing down a forceful brutality that has sometimes eluded their past material. While Carlos Giffoni uses his analog Synth mastery to adequately contend and mesh seamlessly with the trio of strings, letting his analog noise pulsate and pierce with its own sense of contained stampede.” – NF.

Dominik Steiger
Als Kind

Tochnit Aleph TA-124

DVD
£8.99


Edition of 100 copies of a beautifully surreal short experimental film made by Oswald Wiener in Vienna in 1965, one of the founding members of the Wiener Gruppe: the film features musician/artists/bohemian/musician Dominik Steiger dressed as a child and walking the streets of Vienna much to the bemusement and amazement of the local adults while gradually attracting a group of wild, jubilant children to him ala The Pied Piper, and he plays games with them, leads them down streets, rides on the back of a stuffed bear on wheels, the results coming over as a very beautiful, spontaneous and oddly nostalgic action, all beautifully shot and edited by hand with sharp cuts and bursts of over exposure. 

Family Underground
Helium Bug

DNT Records No Cat

one-sided LP
£6.99


Edition of 299 copies limited edition LP w/screenprinted covers from these Danish heads, driving a spike through the sound of post-Velvets fuzz-dosed oblivion and levitating a whole warehouse full of singing drone via electronics, guitar and tunnels of subterranean wow. Heavy Kosmiche-via-UK bedroom vibe to this which is extremely sticky. Long OOP. 

Family Underground
Nightflight To Venuses

U-Sound Vol 15

CD-R
£4.99


Great set of austere fug-trumping slow-mo assault from this European electronics/guitar/vocals heavy drone unit. Recorded in 2003 this is a great example of their early claustrophobic wormhole style. Comes in the usual U-Sound wraparound sleeve package. Recommended.

Fumio Kosakai
Earth Calling

Memoirs Of A Crater Lake MCL-LP-1

LP
£18.99


Edition of only 250 copies reissue of a massively rare cassette from Fumio Kosakai, Japanese noise legend and member of Incapacitants/Hijokaidan: originally released in a tiny run in 1987 (Kosakai believes he sold no more than 30 copies) it documents two early live jams when Kosakai was under the spell of Hawkwind and Terry Riley. The A side features two tracks recorded at the free jazz venue Good Man  in Tokyo using self-made transmitter, mini keyboard synth, cassettes with environmental sounds and delay F/X, with added overdubs recorded layer. This is classic minimalist/black nightmare sound electronics, with tectonic drones threaded through with meltdown UFO sonorities, pained/modulated vocals and that grimy Nord/Pinakotheka ‘feel’. Closer to some of the more austere post-Schnitzler Kraut jams than ‘noise’ per se and it’s all the more mind-blottingly gorgeous for it. The flip is even better, an endless sidelong meditation on the all-night flight style of Terry Riley using a small Yamaha synth and digital delay. The effect is mesmerising, with Kosakai riffing on rippling keyboard patterns that flutter in and out of nada, subtly phasing for maximal brain-tripping appeal. This is a major historical outing, a mainline into the heavy avant/psych atmosphere and radical DIY experiments of the first wave of Japanese noise, beautifully presented with sleeves screened by Mick Flower and an insert with Japanese and English liners from Kosakai. Released by Phil Todd of Ashtray Navigations on his own label, mastered from the original tapes, one more volume of archival Kosakai promised. Very highly recommended!

Incapacitants
Mon, Ma? Mon!!!

Triangle TR-50

CD
£5.99


New edition of 500 copies album from the greatest noise duo of all time, Japan’s Incapacitants. Celebrating 30 years ‘in the business’ Mon, Ma? Mon!!! presents 60 minutes of their uniquely hysterical take on progressive noise with vertical accumulations of vocal/electronics shot to ribbons by pugilistic splats of static, dead machine drones and compulsive chattering vocals. Alongside two new extended studio tracks there’s also a bonus live show taken from Urga on 31st July 2011 and it’s just laugh-out-loud great, moving from backwards head-banging dirges through the kinda explosive crescendos that reflect on Masami Akita’s vision of noise as nothing but the guitar-smashing part of The Who and Jimi Hendrix. Still peerless after all these years – highly recommended!

Joe Morris/Fausto Sierakowski/Nigel Taylor
Part And Parcel

Bug Incision Records BIM-64

CD-R
£3.99


Hand-numbered edition of 123 copies CD-R from the trio of Joe Morris on guitar, Fausto Sierakowski on alto saxophone and Nigel Taylor on trumpet: this is a densely creative set, with the players often moving in a single stream with a tangled smear of non-stop ideas. Imagine a more hyper-active Loren Connors’ Come Night, with Morris playing fast/slow spindly runs and spinning odd circular patterns over which saxophone and trumpet link horns and further extrapolate the brief, barbed architectures, playing classic US free jazz moves but with the kind feel for extrapolated space of the flightiest of UK improvisers. Amazing amount of detail in here, with the players working speed-of-thought transmutations of whole jazz histories – country honk, cool, free – into endlessly whizzing Moebius strips of pure tongue joy. A blazing set from these three, very highly recommended. 

John Hughes/Alberto Braida
Mobile

Brokenresearch No Cat

CD
£2.99


Hand-numbered edition of 500 'real' CD on Graveyards' own imprint that documents a ruminative series of duets for piano and acoustic bass from Hamburg-based bassist John Hughes and pianist Alberto Braida, who was part of the late Peter Kowald's last recorded trio. Braida is an inventive player who channels earlier modes like swing and ragtime into constructs that ebb and gush with a rigorous - though never too angular or overbearingly brainy - logic and are executed with a feel for subtle nuance and the more sublime mathematics of melody. Hughes moves between running huge steel poles right through the heart of Braida's inventions and carving beautiful coronas around the variously implied arcs. Something else from Editions Brokenresearch and a something that sits fine with their defiantly individual free aesthetic.

LSD-March
Big Jar Solo Sets

Archive DVD-2

DVD
£6.99


DVD set that compiles three solo sets - one each from LSD frontman Shinsuke Michishita, ex-Fushitsusha/Kousokuya drummer Ikuro Takahashi and ex-Broomdusters/Miminokoto frontman Masami Kawaguchi - recorded live at the Big Jar bookstore in Philadelphia in Autumn of 2006. All filmed in black and white and real close up, Michishita's set combines velvet balladry with explosions of wasted acid guitar while Takahashi presents one of his oscillator performances where he strings a series of alarms along a microphone stand and generates a constantly shifting assaultive field of surging overtones. Kawaguchi's set is the best of the bunch, with his amazing, languorous vocal style gobbling up classic Japanese acid folk chords and luminous lead guitar scorch. The release comes packaged in a half fold heavy stock cover with a pressing size of 550 copies with design and silkscreen work by Jason Killinger from Birds of Maya.

Matthew De Gennaro
Cabin Stories

Epigonic Recordings #7

CD-R
£4.99


Limited edition self-released CD-R from De Gennaro, who has worked with Alastair Galbraith, Pumice et al. This one is the third part of a trilogy that also included the previous Lightworks and A Guide For The Perplexed. Another luminous set of American primitive string wrestling and oddly unsettling melodies with the intimate atmosphere and the extremely subtle use of hand-cranked drones combining to make you feel like you're trapped inside a box of light deep in the black of night.

Matthew Nidek & Anthony Guerra
NB

The Seedy R

CD-R
£3.99


Drums/guitar duo splurge recorded live in Sydney, Australia on 2nd January 2005 that works trashed fuzz and fists of percussion into a post-Vampire Belt tribute to Sound Of Confusion-era Spacemen 3. Fuck!

My Cat Is An Alien
Alien Blood

Opax Records OPX-030A

Art Edition LP
£18.99


Beautiful liminal soundtrack work from the Opalio brothers, originally scored to accompany Roberto Opalio’s Alien Blood film that was shown as part of the Sonic Youth: Sensational Fix museum exhibition in an art edition of only 220 copies: a heady, nocturnal trip from MCIAA with distant pin-pricks of light singing beyond the horizon like orchestras of tiny angelic insects. Very minimal weeping single note guitar reveries that come over like an emotionally catatonic Loren Connors give way to choruses of shimmering cymbal work and subtle almost-Nurse With Wound style automating small instrument sci-fi. The piece builds and expands with smaller gestures and F/X modulated percussive tattoos giving it the feel of a Harry Partch or Harry Bertoia sound sculpture, slowly spinning in space, as single notes flicker like lonely satellites and bright constellations pulse in the mouth of soft, droning tunnels of heavenly reverb. One of the most eerily beautiful MCIAA releases in art paper sleeves with paste on art and insert. Comes with a download, recommended. 

My Cat Is An Alien
Folclore Alieno

Opax 018

CD-R
£3.99


My Cat Is An Alien album that rolls back the usual primitive sci-fi glitz in favour of a more earthy, hand woven style with both brothers on acoustic guitar and Roberto doubling on vocals and cymbal. Also includes a solo Roberto track. The use of pregnant space and the way that they balance full-articulated single notes with a melt of muzzy tones sounds a little like Tetuzi Akyiama’s more liminal form but the addition of a metronomic pulse gives it a nice Reichian repeato dynamic. And this time we ain’t taking orgones. Hand-numbered edition of 150 copies in individually painted wraparound card sleeves.

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The Seedy R

CD-R
£3.99


Densely clustered fan driven chord organ drone from a quartet of drug-aware New Zealand hippies: Anthony Milton, Campbell Kneale (Birchville Cat Motel et al), Sam Hamilton and Stefan Neville. Somewhere between Hermann Nitsch's celestial hymnals, an orchestra of Nicos perform instrumental versions of Richard Youngs's “The Sea Is Madness” and Popol Vuh's long-lost DIY 7” from 1979. Recorded live at Enjoy Gallery.

Orphan Fairytale
My Favourite Fairytale

Aguirre Records Zorn-10

2xLP
£14.99


Gorgeous double LP that compiles a bunch of off-the-radar releases from Eva Van Deuren aka Orphan Fairytale: My Favourite Fairytale sinks the gonzoid approach of earlier releases in favour of a more elegiac, stately, though still beautifully fucked series of tone hymns. Eva still makes use of toy instruments and primitive loops but there's a weight to the material that makes it feel even more personal. Gathering releases from Taped Sounds, Rampart, Blackest Rainbow and an obscure self-released CD-R, the set spans the years 2008-2011. The set runs from thin, glassy tones forming into detailed helix patterns in a way that evokes the more minimal Mirror sides as well as the sound sculptures of Harry Bertoia through lilting/falling keyboard patterns which in turn parts to reveal the kinda hallucinatory tonal percussive weave you might associate with Spencer Clark's work. The side-long “Neverending Waves” is exactly that, a mesmerising/haunting keyboard choral that laps at the gates of heaven like nothing this side of James Ferraro’s epic Marble Surf. Huge fans of Eva here at VT and this may just be the apex of her catalogue to date, personal, weird, gently seductive, if anyone ever re-makes the soundtrack to Valerie & Her Week Of Wonders let it be Eva, very highly recommended! 

Owl Klub
s/t

Feed & Seed No Cat

CD-R
£3.99


Debut release by a new backporch hillbilly psych/drone group that features Daniel Presnell (Astral Blessing/Hildegard), P. Mulchay (Hildegard) and Ed Yazijin (Dredd Foole & The Din/Cul de Sac et al). The instrumental armoury includes guitar, fiddle, organ and drums and the music spans droning folk dirges that reference Pentangle, Steeleye Span and Fairport Convention and punk primitive jams that reconcile psychedelic power trio blats with cracked avant-Kraut weight and some Velvets-style amphetamine heat. Comes in a fold over oversize screened card sleeve with insert.

Praxinoscope
Epocsonixarp

Opax OPX-023

CD-R
£2.99


Second album from the duo of My Cat Is An Alien's Roberto Opalio and Ramona Ponzini of Painting Petals On Planet Ghost, special private press edition of only 130 numbered copies, with heavy textured cardboard sleeve, and sticker on cover. "This work is even more lyrical and ecstatic than the debut; here Roberto's use of a mini-keyboard and astral effects collides with Ramona's hypnotic use of several handmade wood percussions and her Japanese wind chimes and bells, creating such an infinite and intimate 'space' so that you cannot but loose yourself inside. A whirlpool of Roberto's whispered wordless vocals will live till the evening dies, and the black of the night will come to surround everything. As the duo asks, 'Play it in the dark'." - Opax. OOP. 

Radiant Husk
Micromegas

Recital #2

CD
£3.99


Hand-numbered edition of 200 copies on Sean McCann’s new Recital imprint that sees Radiant Husk aka Matthew Erickson of Sudden Oak laying out a series of wild overdriven saxophone drone pieces bookended by a pair of stately, almost Nitsch-esque chord organ works. Erickson works by looping and overdubbing saxophone lines that range from single Industrial fog-horns to smoky blasts of vibrating brass in a way that comes across like Barefoot In The Head as re-worked by Terry Riley for maximal all-night flight potential while at points recalling the composer Ingram Marshall’s eerie recordings of San Francisco in the fog. Imagine Roxy Music reduced to nothing by Andy Mackay and Brian Eno or the Sauter/Dietrich frontline after way too many psychedelics recorded in a natural amphitheatre several miles beneath the surface of the earth and you’re close to the kind of fantasy territory this major side traverses.

Roberto Opalio
Aurora Coelestis

Opax Records OPX-036

LP
£18.99


Beautifully presented private press LP from Roberto Opalio of Italian avantists My Cat Is An Alien in a hand-numbered edition of only 200 copies: Aurora Coelestis is Roberto’s first non lathe cut/CD-R solo LP and it is an absolute monster. Sounding quite unlike anything he has done before, it consists of two extended tracks. The first is a beautiful slice of ghostly holy music made using nothing but glockenspiel fed through his patented ‘alientronics’. The glockenspiel playing is spectral and minimal, little puffs of cosmo tone that dance in angelic shapes somewhere just over the event horizon and as they are drawn through the cracked electronic gulf of Roberto’s F/X they are effectively shredded by dunts of huge metal teeth, with the kind of cracked cosmo violence of a Michel Waisvisz or a heavy metal Terry Riley working all-night flights from interplanetary radiation and reality-warping industrial steel. Alternately meditative and mind-breakingly harsh, this is a major statement of modern minimalism. The second piece, “Hic et Nunc”, applies the same cracked alientronics to vocals, with tunnels of disembodied angel vox flexing deep bass tones and hovering register leaps to the point of pure body ecstasy. A major release, beautifully packaged with a full-colour fold out insert, original mounted photograph, heavy duty vinyl, a download coupon and beautifully printed liners from Byron Coley (“like a golden shower delivered by Harry Partch”), this one comes very highly recommended!

Roberto Opalio
Whispers Of The Last Light

Opax OPX-020V

DVD-R
£3.99


Beautiful short film by Roberto Opalio that casts a warped eye deep into the void of the sky with the lens occasionally obscured by various out-of-phase techniques. Heavy analogue electronic soundtrack from Roberto too. In individually-decorated art paper sleeves with insert, hand-numbered edition of 100.

Rory Storm and The Invaders
Lone Nines

Celebrate Psi Phenomenon

CD-R
£3.99


Big band blank space navigations from a group led by punk/primitive psych artist Rory Storm and bolstered by a group of hired hands including ex-Double Leopards Jon Chapman. Classic post-Velvets clatter and zone in the higher-minded mode of peaked pilots like Rain, Flies Inside The Sun et al. Another thrilling NZ scene report.

Sachiko & Rinji Fukuoka
Void

Musik Atlach MACDR-001

CD
£8.99


Stunning new self-released album from the Japanese underground duo of Sachiko (Kousokuya/Overhang Party et al) and Rinji Fukuoka (Overhang Party/Majutsu Ni Niwa et al): recorded in startling hi-fi at Showboat in Tokyo in June of 2011, Void is the perfect name for this mind-blowing wall of relentlessly peaking black hole sound, with Sachiko’s angel vox and heavenly electronics bisected by Fukuoka’s vocals, electronics, bass, percussion and shortwave radio work. Sachiko has a way of generating hugely organic walls of feedback that still scream like sheet metal and here she is on particularly devastating form, building ghostly shapes and witch cries from ectoplasmic electricity that Fukuoka threads with haunted shortwave voices and ghost tones. Soon the whole piece is vibrating like a gridlocked Parson Sound, with Fukuoka’s electric bass pushing the whole thing into full-on nod-out/brain-dunt mode. Another peerless release from two of the leading lights of the contemporary Tokyo psych sound. Highly recommended. 

Simon Rose and Pascal Nichols
Sombrero Galaxy

Bug Incision BIM-49

CD-R
£2.99


Epic series of free jazz improvisations from the horse-killing UK underground duo of saxophonist Simon Rose and drummer Pascal Nichols (Part Wild Horses Mane On Both Sides) in an edition of 75 copies: Rose is perhaps best known for his trio playing alongside Steve Noble and Simon Fell as part of Badlands but his playing here seems to have more in common with the Wildman style associated with Peter Brotzmann’s FMP circle than anything coming out of UK improv. He has a fast, throaty style that means he can smear fragments into knotty drones that almost sound like arco bow work just as easily as testifying in a sing-song post-Frank Wright style. Which is all just so much gravy for drummer Pascal Nichols, still the most interesting ‘young’ drummer on the UK scene. He responds with rolling, pugilistic rhythms that are the closest he has come to paralleling Chris Corsano’s explosive style while cutting it with the kinda lunar tonal activity that regularly take Part Wild Horses to the moon. Their last duo set was a blast and this one might be even better, so make your move. 

Stern/Guerra
Outdoor Bowers

Pseudo Arcana

CD-R
£3.99


Major investigation of various occult topographical aspects of London from a duo of deep-listening Australians, Joel Stern (field recordings, manipulated objects, electronics) and Anthony Guerra (guitar and electronics). Guerra’s guitar embraces some beautifully mesmeric loops and microtone-laden bow-work while field recordings of birds and frozen autumn air situate the whole of the proceedings in some kind of reverse English capital. With titles like “Old Whitechapel Silence” this would work as the perfect zoned soundtrack to your next re-reading of Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell’s From Hell. Recommended.

Sun Stabbed
Des Lumieres, Des Ombres, Des Figures

Doubtful Sounds Doubt-06

LP
£16.99


Full-length LP in an edition of 300 copies from this amazing French destructo rock/amplifier worshipping duo that features members of La Morte Young: taking their name from a classic Dead C track, Sun Stabbed pretty much signal their intent. This is the sound of feedback as the keys to the goddamn kingdom, with long held tones and smears of guitar violence extended to the point of smoking ruins, touching on aspects of the more planetary-scale NZ sound thinkers – Sandoz Lab Technicians/Doramaar/Flies Inside The Sun/RST et al – while generating a very sad and melancholy noise, a music of memorial perhaps, that touches on almost classical arcs of phantom melody while using extreme lo-fi recording techniques up against widescreen drones to expose the grainy, tactile quality of disembodied guitar song. Guitars kissing and the contemporary bliss? Uh, yeah! Recommended. 

Tabata Mitsuru
Lumrapideco

Utech #014

CD
£3.99


“Japanese sound artist Tabata Mitsuru (Boredoms, Zeni Geva, Acid Mothers Temple, 20 Guilders, Leningrad Blues Machine) is a musician who has claimed his solo voice and skilfully hones it with each release. Lumrapideco (speed of light) is a collection of spaced-out electronics, bleak feedback and sedate guitar passages. Sometimes oppressive sometimes heart stirring, it is never less than astonishing.” – Utech.

Talweg
Nos Doubles Errent Dans La Nuit Duelle

Up Against The Wall Motherfuckers!/Up Against The Wall Motherfucker! UATWM-004/UATWM-004

LP
£13.99


Last copies: More new moves from the contemporary French underground: Talweg is a duo that features one third of big VT faves La Morte Young and they describe themselves as a “free metal duo” influenced by “black metal, free jazz as atomised/energized by Tight Meat Duo and Borbetomagus, the crude sound of Le Rock Non as played by a lot of New Zealand sociopaths... and Bruce Russell’s writings”. It’s true: Talweg take the black slow-motion electricity and garbled vocal incantations of Euro death/doom and bisect it with swathes of thrifty free jazz percussion and nod-out flat-lined drones, conjuring the kind of hallucinatory end-of-the-world drone of Sandoz Lab Technicians in corpse paint and with a fleet of Rashied Alis on percussion. Indeed, the tortured, throat-shredding vocals and the moments of simply gorgeous tonally complex distant melodies surging straight out of the void ala classic 20th century minimalism make this sound most like a cosmic dub/doom visioning of massed battlefields as broadcast via celestial shortwave and received in a small cave near Qumran. A stunning set that blends radical avant stylings with pure Cro-magnon grunt and communal/cultic energies to birth something deep in the heart of the wood. Beautifully packaged too in gold sleeves and pressed on heavy vinyl. Recommended. 

Tetuzi Akiyama & Greg Malcolm
Brombron 12: Six Strings

Korm Plastics KP 3027

CD
£4.99


“Korm Plastics is proud to present the eleventh release in the Brombron series. Originally a co-production between Staalplaat and Extrapool, it is now hosted by co-curator Frans de Waard. In the year 2000 Frans de Waard and Extrapool started the Brombron project. Two or more musicians become artists in residence in Extrapool, an arts initiative in Nijmegen, The Netherlands, with a fully equipped sound recording studio. These artists can work in a certain amount of time on a collaborative project; a project they always wished to do, but didn't have the time or the equipment to realize. For this twetvth installment all the machines were switched off, microphones installed and duets for two acoustic guitars were recorded by Tetuzi Akiyama and Greg Malcolm. Improvising along the way, along set theme's as well as new ones, they have come up with the most unlikely release in the Brombron series thus far. Greg Malcolm has been around for ages performing unusual music in variety of contexts and combinations. His current obsession is solo simultaneously played multiple guitar performances. Tetuzi Akiyama plays the guitar with primitive and practical implications, by adding a desire of his own to the instrument's characteristic nature in minimal and straight method. He delicately and sometimes boldly controls the volume of the sound from micro to macro level, and tries to quantize his physical system.” Korm Plastics

The A Band
Amphibian

Bug Incision BIC-01

CD-R
£2.99


“A new set of studio recordings from the latter day version of the A Band. As noted in previous musings (check out David Keenan's article on The Wire site) on this collective, the A Band follows in the tradition of the People Band, Scratch Orchestra, and Portsmouth Sinfonia (and oddly enough, Calgary's own Street of Crocodiles), ditching traditional notions of instrumentation and ability for a more disparate and unique flow of ideas and sounds. Standard instruments (piano, clarinet, electric guitar) sit alongside makeshift/found percussion, weird electronics, and vocal utterances, the elements shifting in and out of focus, often seeming as if players are walking in and out of the studio at their leisure, adding something then moving along. The first track is largely acoustic, featuring a swirling marriage of its rag-tag odd and ends, while the second main track (actually the third) features a much different feel and heavier usage of electric sounds. Totally bizarre, singular, and unlike anything else on Bug Incision. Treated white card sleeves with colour & b&w stick-on art, edition of 119.” – BI. 

The Contemporary Jazz Quintet
Actions 1966-67

Unheard Music Series UMS/ALP250CD

CD
£4.99


Wild out-of-nowhere document of the sound of four European free-thinkers blowing the beards offa entire theatres full of unbelievers with some immaculately squoze free jazz of the classic post-Eye & Ear Control vintage. These five played alongside Sunny Murray and a bunch of em made their mark as members of John Tchicai's Cadentia Nova Danica and Manfred Schoof's European Echoes group but they rarely sounded as beautifully out to lunch as they do here. Hugh Steinmetz on trumpet, Frank Beckerlee on alto sax, Niles Harrit on saw (giving the music a beautifully eerie high Industrial/gospel feel), Steffen Andersen on bass and Bo Thirge Andersen on drums. Liners by John Corbett and a bunch a pics. Highly recommended.

The Dead C
The Damned

Starlight Furniture Company #21

CD
£8.99


2004 album from The Dead C that works to consolidate the kinda brut rock song destruction of ‘classic’ Trapdoor era with the kinda extended gunned-up machine noise of Tusk. Great, wasted performance by Morley, while Russell and Yeats stagger through the wreckage. Every release is, of course, mandatory.

The Piss Superstition
A Themepark For Whatever Happened Before

Memoirs of an Aesthete MOALP-5

LP
£12.99


Rare vinyl outing for Phil Todd of Ashtray Navigations’ Memoirs Of An Aesthete imprint with a solo album from Julian Bradley. Bradley has been a mainstay of the UK underground for a while, a member of Vibracathedral Orchestra as well as the name behind diverse projects like The Negative Kite, A Companion As Glamorous As Sleeping On Wheels etc... this is Bradley’s first vinyl outing since his mid-90s Giardia LP and it’s just as enigmatic, with massive guitar compositions that move from static gravities of doom/drone through Matthew Bower-esque ecstasies and odd string tectonics that would dissolve the fact of the guitar altogether. A great side from a consistently interesting UK underground player. Edition of only 250 copies with full colour sleeves. 

TMPLS
s/t

Don’t Fuck With Magic DFWM-010

CD-R
£9.99


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!

Tonal Shrine
Live 1999

Silver Current Records #05

CD-R
£6.99


Hand-numbered edition of 300 copies CD-R from Ethan Miller of Comets On Fire’s new micro-imprint that presents the only recordings of this pre-Six Organs band led by Ben Chasny: Tonal Shrine is pretty much the missing link between Chasny’s amazing Plague Lounge and his arrival in Comets On Fire and it is the motherlode. The group channel the kind of levitating pugilism of the early PSF sound, with the kind of dunting/gravity-defying rhythms of a Kousokuya or a Fushitsusha giving way to pure string bleed. Indeed, if you had dropped a track from this somewhere in the middle of Tokyo Flashback 3 you wouldn’t have blinked but you would have been scouring set sales for more of this kinda third-eye hustling raunch. Hard to believe this has remained hidden for so long. Usual swanky Silver Current packaging, highly recommended.

Uton-Courtis
Flokka Kur

Musik Atlach MA-011

CD
£6.99


New set of “shamanic music in urban context” from the duo of Uton (Finland) and Anla Courtis (Argentina) on Sachiko’s (Kousokuya/Overhang Party) label: Courtis is of course best known as a member of Reynols and here he re-works original drone material from Uton using guitar, homemade violin, organ, plastic trumpet, metal, horns and tapes. The results are beautifully confusing, with a deep miasmic dronescape ala Zeit-era Tangerine Dream give an aggressive hands-on tactile appeal, confusing the masses of Herman Nitsch with the metal meditations of Philip Corner or Ferial Confine. The way that discrete, distant melodies seep into the foreground like snatches of children’s musical boxes is almost unnerving but it’s the physical, aggressively formulated soundings that really give this set much of its immersive power. Nice full colour fold out packaging too.

Yong Yandsen
Disillusion

Doubtful Sounds Doubt-10

LP
£16.99


Staggering set of Industrial strength solo tenor saxophone from this Malaysian sound-thinker, much praised by Jim Sauter of Borbetomagus: Yandsen plays as part of Emacm and SiCKL, collectives that promote freak vectors in Malaysia, but this solo side is the sound of naked and ferociously lonely. Yandsen has a tone that is comparable to Peter Brotzmann, especially on similarly stripped-down sides like No Nothing but in terms of conception his style feels closest to the late Kaoru Abe, especially in the way that he wrestles quicksilver blats of high, emotionally fraught lines, factoring in smears of ballads or deconstructed sing-song violence as he shoots for a sound that is quicker than planets. Indeed, take the hallucinatory phantom register excess of the whole Abe/Urabe school and marry it to the locomotive Wildman rama-lama of a Brotzmann, a Sauter or even a Gustafsson and you’re close to the kinda worlds that this guy straddles. One of the major solo saxophone statements of the decade? Very highly recommended!

Bill Orcutt
VDSQ Solo Acoustic Volume Ten

Vin Du Select Qualitite #10

LP
£16.99


Stunning limited edition set of new solo acoustic guitar work, Orcutt’s first set of all-new compositions in years, part of the on-going VDSQ series of all acoustic albums: Orcutt is of course best known as a string-mangler par excellence for Harry Pussy but since then he has diverted the ferocious form-gobbling amphetamine style of his group work towards new vectors of epileptic American Primitive visioning and I can’t think of a side that better represents the metamorphosis than this. His melodic invention – as it was in Harry Pussy – is true speed of thought, unloading all sorts of gloriously tactile string detail over extended, epic compositions that run from rolling, obsessively repeated folk fanfare ala Albert Ayler through the kind of rhythmic ticks and moments of wildly diverted temporal brutality that would re-wire acoustic blues as radically and definitively as Fushitsusha reconstructed psychedelic rock. Orcutt’s great automatic vocal accompaniment is on full display here too, power moaning and singing/crying into knots of barbed overtone w/the kind of lowdown rapture that feels fully sanctified. Imagine Orcutt’s power/punk instants fully dilated and vibrating like a ghost in the corner of a barren room then throw in a hallelujah choir and a commitment to dissonance that goes way beyond the long blank and you’re at least orbiting this wild free/folk music satellite. Peerless, genre-gobbling six string excess, highly recommended!

Borbetomagus
Snuff Jazz

Agaric 1988

LP
£26.99


Original copies of this signature side from the apocalyptic Industrial-strength jazz trio of saxophonists Jim Sauter and Don Dietrich and guitarist Donald Miller, originally released in 1988. The eloquent title perfectly sums up the brutal nature of the sonics, with incredible post-Ayler destructo saxophone fed through jaws of electricity.

Hive Mind
Untitled

Alt Vinyl AV-016

8” Lathe
£6.99


Limited edition of 100 copies hand-cut lathe direct from Peter King’s workshop in NZ. Hallucinatory slow-motion landscapes of minimal electronics from Greh Holger. Square cut lathe.

Human Skab
Thunder Hips And Saddle Bags

Family Vineyard FV-27

LP
£8.99


Limited LP that restores a really obscure real people/disobedient kid/nascent punk rocker cassette that was issued as part of a prodigious run of weirdo documents recorded by an out-of-control 10 year old in Elma, Washington in the mid to late 80s. This is the first full release of his best known cassette, Thunder Hips And Saddle Bags, the one that put him on the weirdo radar after it made it through to tastemakers like Bruce Pavitt of Sub Pop. The Skab recordings are much more interesting than just some maniac kid goofing off. His lyrics are funny, sharp and often inspired and there’s a precocious confidence and irresistible energy to the tracks, with inventive non-musical settings and primitive interventions on various instruments and household appliances. This album features a buncha classic tracks, including “John Wayne Is Dead”, “Throwin’ Rocks At Windows”, “Playin’ Guitar Best I Can” and “We Need To Destroy The Soviet Union”. The whole package comes with liners from a bunch of heads, including the Skab himself who contributes an extremely poignant version of the Human Skab story based around the track “Dead Baby Blues” – you won’t be able to listen to it again without cracking up. Think of a pre-Red Cross/Redd Kross goof-off by a teen OD-ing on hamburger culture and with a precocious grasp of the DIY ethos and energy jag of punk rock.

Jonas Reinhardt
Music For The Tactile Dome

Not Not Fun NNF-230

LP
£8.99


Devotional keyboard beamed straight from the mystery zone with padding rhythms and an eerie electro High Mass atmosphere from Jonas Reinhardt who transposes Nosferatu-era Popol Vuh to abandoned 3am expressways and illuminated backlots to birth a particularly eerie form of urban American kosmische: “The hermetic kosmische lexicon of San Fran-based synth synthesist/composer Jesse Reiner (Jonas Reinhardt’s founder and principal architect) has been simmering and swelling at a steady clip the past few years (2010’s Powers Of Audition was def a highlight), but the added talents of drummer Damon Palermo (Mi Ami), bassist Diego Gonzalez (Citay, 3 Leafs), and guitarist Phil Manley (Trans Am, more) has levitated the JR Experience to a whole new head-music hall o’ fame. Recorded in Berlin, mixed in SF, then mastered/cut back in Berlin at Dubplates, Music For The Tactile Dome is easily the most deep-trip micro-focus Jonas odyssey to date, nine technicolor fractals of glittering synthesizer skyways and master-crafted pulsing kraut terrariums. A handful of tracks (“Smokey Jotus,” “Hander Zader,” etc) invoke more of the classic live JR vibe, with propulsive cold-grooved rhythm sectioning, but by and large Dome is designed for heavy headphone communion, an expanding magic eye tapestry of brainwave activity constellations. Those who caught their Euro tour last year with Rene Hell know how expert this crew reigns in the live environment so go see them if/when they pass through your area code; on tour with Cloudland Canyon currently. Black vinyl LPs in jackets with beautiful spectrum-assemblage cover art by Sean Patrick. Edition of 650.” – NNF. 

Le Quatuor De Jazz Libre Du Quebec
1973

TNZR 051

LP
£10.99


Historically potent unearthing of this amazing underground free jazz ensemble, reputedly Quebec’s first free improvising group. These guys had a very obscure LP on London in 1969 but this later set blows even that out of the water, recorded at Radio Canada’s Studio 13 on 13th May 1973. Consisting of Jean Prefontaine on tenor saxophone and flute, Yves Charbonneau on pocket trumpet, Jean-Guy Poirier on drums and Yves Bouliane on double bass, the group were also involved in radical politics and contemporary avant garde art, at one point purchasing some land with the intention of establishing an artists’ commune. The music is simply phenomenal, played with the kind of otherworldly energy of the original Albert Ayler Trio, with the brass scraping the goddamn ceiling while bass and drums hook up with alla the ferocity of Han Bennink and Maarten Altena on Marion Brown’s wild Porto Novo side. Some of the more spacious pieces have the ghostly orchestral aspect of Bill Dixon’s compositions cut with a feel for genuinely radical sonics and mournful testifying brass w/long breathy tones punctuated by martial explosions of percussion. Indeed, this is up there with Eremite’s amazing Aboriginal Music Society box set in terms of uncovering major lost fire music ensembles. Fans of New York Eye & Ear Control, Duo Exchange, Babi, Sonny’s Time Now et al *need* a copy of this in their collection. 180g vinyl. Phenomenal and very highly recommended!

 

Loren Connors/Vapour Theories
Split

Carbon Records CR-216

LP
£10.99


Edition of only 300 copies ‘RSD only’ LP that pairs a desolately beautiful solo guitar piece from Venusian master Loren Connors with a twin guitar testimonial from Vapour Theories aka Michael and John Gibbons of Bardo Pond: the Connors piece is drawn from a 2011 live show at London’s Cafe OTO and its stunning. It starts off in aching single note style, with heart-fluttering vortices of fuzz and heartbreak that touch on aspects of Keiji Haino’s early Fushitsusha work before exploding into a mesmeric chord ascension that marries a heady emotional momentum with some radically extended technique, as he attacks the body of the guitar, tearing percussive explosions and heavy textural gravities from six singing strings. Incredible. The Vapour Theories side is the perfect compliment, with both Gibbons wrestling heavy meta forms from twin guitars that sing with e-bow drones and that match Swastika Girls-style otherworldly electricity with the kinda mangled approach to free form of Charalambides circa Joy Shapes. Two sides of inspired electric guitar instrumentals that would reinvent the goddamn form. A beauty; comes with a download code, very highly recommended! 

Lust Ionics
Live Singles In Providence

Colour Sounds Recordings/Quodlibet Recordings Recordings/

3" CD-R
£1.99


Live Singles In Providence aka Bloody-Fucking-Gore-Improv-No-Wave-Skronk-Meltdown presents a limited to 49 copies 3” of ecstatic-free-metal blowouts from these liberated-to-the-point-of-psychosis New York heads, featuring drummer Adam Kriney of Owl Sounds et al, Ed Chang on homemade reed instruments, ‘demonized’ alto sax, toolbox percussion and ferocious noise guitar and Motoko Shimzu on post-Patty Waters/Junko styled high/death vocals. 9 short blasts of primitive Hijokaidan/Abe-Takayanagi attack strategies played by punks that don’t know any better. This is as crude as all hell. Packaged in over-sized colour paper wallet.

Mark Alexander McIntyre
Grapes

One Kind Favor OKT-009

LP
£18.99


Staggering new limited private press LP from out of nowhere by a no-name Canadian loner with the kind of power-crying/void staring vision of a Simon Finn, a Nicodemus or a Roky Erickson: Grapes was apparently an unsolicited demo sent to the label a few years back and it feels like a genuine postcard from the void. McIntyre previously snuck out a tiny private press LP in 2010 in an edition of only 100 copies but this is his first fully available recording. The songs are incredible, with a high cracked vocal style that could be the ghost of Bobb Trimble and the lyrics are so bleak and spirit-crushing they could almost be from Bob Desper, touching on the humility of pain, factory work, stomach problems, cancer, dying suns, darkness and light. Grapes starts out all-solo guitar/vocal, with wavering/echoing tape work capturing McIntyre power-beaming visions of all-alone before kicking in with the kind of fuzz-encrusted ballads that would somehow reconcile goddamn Randy Alvey with Neil Haggerty and Jakob Olausson. The songs are unforgettable, desperate man hooks delivered with an edge of the bed feel for personal oblivion and as the record progresses it builds to full band soundings that touch on the apocalyptic biker gang feel of Sweet Kelley and Nicodemus. Seriously, this is one of the premier outsider all-alone folk/psych burnout albums of the goddamn decade. Hard to believe this is in any way contemporary, with a feel that could just as well have been beamed from the nightmare of 1969 or 74 as from a small, lonely satellite somewhere out there in space. Seriously, every one that has heard us blast this in the shop has immediately gripped a copy so make your move. Beautifully presented in classy full-colour ‘Folkways’ paste-on sleeves this is a mind-blower and gets VT’s highest possible recommendation!

Ora Iso
Bathcat

Ba Da Bing Records Bing-101

LP
£10.99


Killer set of beatbox damaged No Wave destructo rock and feedback soaked reverie: Ora Iso is the Malaysian-born, recent transplant to New York via Australia, Kathleen Malay alongside Jason Kudo, guitarist with VT faves Modra, working with Lary Seven, a fixture of the NY underground since the 1970s who has worked with Tony Conrad, Jarboe and Foetus. Bathcat marries Malay’s haunting vocals with the kinda guitar savagery that would reconcile the jacknife/flamethrower style of Rallizes at their most garage band relentless with the kind of no-technique Hendrix-isms of a Bruce Russell and Michael Morley. Indeed, Ora Iso seem to be channelling a similar kind of devolved electro rock violence as Ut or Jacqui Ham’s Dial, combining pugilistic rhythm programs with moments of barbaric string wail and dark vocal hymnals and nursery rhyme melodies, tying up Chrome and Minimal Man while making with the kind of dramatic reverb/fuzz damaged song work that you could almost imagine Meat Whiplash channelling if they had a bit more New York muscle. But it’s the guitars and the staggered rhythms that really do it, endless single note shots that peel the patina from the sky and that wrap the songs in complex webs of pure scorch. A massive side from this group, convincingly taking the whole No Wave blueprint somewhere else entirely. Comes with a download. Highly recommended.

Peter Brotzmann/John Edwards/Steve Noble/Jason Adasiewicz
Mental Shake

Otoroku ROKU-010

LP
£13.99


Deluxe 180g document of this outrageously high-energy date from Cafe Oto in August of 2013 that sees Brotzmann’s amazing duo with vibraphonist Jason Adasiewicz combined with his trio with UK heads John Edwards and Steve Noble to generate the kind of a-historical power-visions that would run an umbilical all the way back to the MJQ while formulating a real-time juggernaut dreaming the future. Adasiewaicz and Noble really do sound great together, with the vibes adding a certain alien musicality to Noble’s punked/non-flowing approach to swing. Edwards was apparently wrestling with a broken in-house double bass and a faulty amplifier all night but this somehow only adds to the drama and breakneck invention, at points sounding like he has stepped inside the bass and is fighting his way back out. Brotzmann is on fiery, lyrical form, shredding reeds and chasing the sound to polyphonic peaks while moving between alto and tenor sax, clarinet and taragoto. A fitting 10th release for Cafe Oto’s Ototroku imprint, with full colour offset print sleeves, very highly recommended!

Pita
A Bas la Culture Marchande

No Fun #11

LP
£6.99


Album from Pita aka Mego founder Peter Rehberg that moves from junked percussion process through pulverising beats, barbed wire rhythms and great proto-symphonic drones assembled from extended, languorous rainbows of breath. B-side features some classic electro-squelch mirrored in long, silent hymns that are illuminated by nothing but digital scrabbles. "Pulsating inhuman sounds, minimal drone work, silence, harsh layered electronics and total death. Explorations into the infra-worlds with a few tool boxes and a fucking gigantic drill of destruction manned by a single man, Mr. Peter Rehberg-A sick man and 20th/21st century Pioneer of evil electronic music with all the secret formulas to create artificial breakdowns of space and time. Hail primal electronic darkness. First vinyl from Pita in several years. Limited to 300." - NF.

Pool Water/People Pollution/Imaginary Unit In Electronics
Learning For Insipid Zeal

American Tapes AM-830

one-sided LP
£8.99


Excellent LP from American Tapes with tracks from three new units from the Michigan zone. Pool Water is Mike Connelly, Zone One and Mike Collino. People Pollution is Heath Moreland of Sick Llama/Fag Tapes with John Olson. Imaginary Unit In Electronics is Olson solo. Hand-painted sleeves, all different, with collaborative visuals from John Olson and Raymond Salvatore Harmon. Recommended. “Whoa! Hold on now! Here's the big one! All recorded in a one week in late April, here's the line up: Track One ) Pool Water:  Super new heavy unit with Connelly, Zone One and Mega Mike Collino. Violin, kitchen percussion, slow tapes - every ingredient to make your pulse quicken/slow- en!!! The track sounds more akin to a Cook Labs recording of a train journey thru a snow covered mountain at midnight rather than three mug blokes in ultra concentrated jam mode.... Will make your skin stand at attention, soldier!! Recorded in Inzane-Dimension sound with the IZTF in full effect mode. Mad style: File Under: Misshapen Jam Growths. Track Two ) People Pollution: What the? Ultra distorted retardo basement rock trio with Juice & Raddix (AKA Raven Strain Matt and Fag Health AKA Sick Llama Heath) on guitar and bass and Inzane on plodding go nowhere drumming. Was meant to be a Justice-style garage unit turned Frankenstein- style into a twisted distorted Mega-mess! Recorded under the influence of afternoon sun, left over Milwaukee Beasts from the Aries Assault party, and the shadows of the dank interiors of the Frying Pan. WARNING! = worst guitar/bass tone on earth!! Would make Joe Young, Vorkriegphase, and Wretched sell they kitty littered amp speakers for opening a Baskin and Robin's Franchise. Just a stinking rocking mess of a track!! More to come by this mutant unit! Name taken from a strange puzzle the puzzler master Tovah found in a rotten Lansing thrift store. Track Three ) Imaginary Unit in Electronics: Im sure ya'll are like "Why not just call the jam J?" Well, Im not quite sold on the concept of being that you cant take the square root of a negative, but you CAN call it a J and then next thing you know it has a value of 1 or-1. Huh? When rad Instructor Max got asked the question by a stunned Electrical Math class, he just looked down, counted his voltage, current, and resistance markers and said, "Well, that's a discussion for Carl Jung." Shit, lost me too. Like the button my crazed mom had (no ya turkey, not the OVERSEXED one) , = "Ninety Percent of Life is Just Showing Up." True. Soundtrack for confusion, included. So what the hell else for this heavy pack? How about a stupid-colorful overload hand painted collab jackets with artist Raymond Salvatore Harmon, painted in Automatic Writing Style. Why? Cause Tyfuss once told me "Zines and Collaborations keep the underground scene together and alive" You got it!!! Killer flow and strange new sounds will leave your day inzanity haunted with this new comp platter!!! Go nutzo young player. Edition of 100, numbered, hand done, THE WORKS.” – John Olson.

Poor School/Wiggwaum
Split

Killertree Records No Cat

LP + CD-R
£4.99


Edition of 300 LPs w/bonus CD-R of extra metal, pairing two killing thug-psych-jazz units from outta nowhere USA. Poor School is a trio led by Bryan Ramirez ex of Universal Indians that features him on guitar, Nathan Hoyme on reeds and John Niekrasz on drums. Their side long piece starts out in a kinda hyper-focussed Neil Young/Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere style, with Hoyme loading the lead guitar with a coupla lungs of steel before the trio explode into full-on sucker punch Sonny Sharrock/Black Woman style, screaming and wailing through peak after peak after fucking peak. On the flip, the SF-based Wiggwaum duo of Douglas Katelus on Rhodes and Randylee Sutherland on drums play Industrial strength improvised crank, with a Doc Marten in the Sun Ra back catalogue and a buncha fingers that stretch all the way from LA to Japan. LP comes in screened sleeves with an insert.

Praxinoscope
s/t

A Silent Place ASP-08

Pic Disc LP
£4.99


Vinyl/picture disc upgrade for the debut release from a brand new satellite launched from the My Cat Is An Alien mothership. Praxinoscope is the duo of MCIAA's Roberto Opalio on vocals/sounds and Ramona Ponzini (renowned cineaste and Edwige Fenech authority) on "Japanese percussions". Recorded live on July 27th 2005, this is a beautiful recording, with distressed pre-articulate vocals rising in spooks of tone ala Basil Kirchin's autistic tape work or Sun City Girls at their most heavily channelled, while plinks of celestial percussion fall like shards of bloodied glass. Parts of this almost sound like Goblin soundtracking Eraserhead. Originally released on the group's own Opax label in an edition of 125 copies, this run of 500 copies makes this key release a little bit more available.

Prurient/Kevin Drumm
All Are Guests In The House Of The Lord

Hospital Productions HOS-201

CD
£3.99


CD edition of the very limited cassette collaboration between these two modern masters of extreme electronic architecture. But it’s not the 100 mile head-fuck that the combination of these two names might suggest, with long passages of electronics and hand-drums that almost touch on the endlessly still waters of Popol Vuh circa Affenstunde all cut up with portentous narration and glissing drones. Later tracks combine almost Neu Wave-styled Industrial ritual with peaking Penderecki-esque tone annihilation and the sound of heavy machinery dreaming itself.

Psychatrone Rhonedakk
Early Free-Form Waveforms

Qbico #70

LP
£6.99


“One side is a synth/guitar duo with WFMU's music director Brian Turner, while side B is a solo synth affair. Both tracks rec. in the mid 90's. Psychedelic waveforms with a free-form sound that grows on you... subtle and mesmerizing.”

Purling Hiss/Puffy Areolas
Split

Permanent Records 025

12” EP
£6.99


Scored a bunch of these Record Store Day-only 12” EPs, an inspired split between two of the hottest street-walking cheetahs outta nowhere: “Philly's Purling Hiss have quickly made a name for themselves and in just over a year have already released 3 critically acclaimed LPs on Permanent, Richie, and Woodsist in addition to an upcoming 12" release on Mexican Summer. They've toured with Kurt Vile and the Violators and share members with Birds Of Maya. Purling Hiss' side is an epic (nearly 9 minutes long) psychedelic noise rock burner complete with Mike Polizze's signature shred all over it. Ohio's Puffy Areolas have been destroying PA's and blowing minds at DIY venues for a couple years now. They are one of the best and most dangerous live acts going these days. They've released a handful of 7" singles and a well-received LP on Siltbreeze within the last year and are still raging across America leaving nothing but crushed beer cans, empty pill bottles, and roaches in their wake. Puffy Areolas' side of this split is a doom-y noise psych annihilator that clocks in at just under 8 minutes.” – PR. 

Putrefier/Romance
Live Interlacing

Harbinger Sound/Birthbiter 011/063

LP
£9.99


Edition of 250 collaboration LP between Mark Durgan’s Putrefier (whose history goes right back to the Broken Flag label) and Dean Glaister’s Romance. This set has much more in common with European electronic improvisers like Voice Crack, Hugh Davies and Michel Waisvisz than any contemporary UK ‘noise’, with minimal, low-level circuitry making allusive crackling connections between sudden pin-points of fuzz and architectures of pure current. Recorded live in Newcastle in 2007, all different paste-on sleeves.

Radio People
Hazel

Mexican Summer MEX-082

LP
£8.99


Brand new album from Sam Goldberg’s always-fantastic Radio People project with one of their most gloriously technicolour productions. Hazel features a guest appearance from John Elliott of Emeralds/Outer Space et al and the feel is of America Endless w/a synth music that relocates European notions of continent and space to the American landmass, a music of eternal expansion, of constant evolution. Tracks build from simple drum machine hypnotics into great vistas of overlapping synthesized heavens as melodies cohere in flat-lined pulse-based beams of pure electricity. God knows there’s a lot of mediocre synth-action out there but once more Goldberg (and Elliott!) prove themselves to be way ahead of the game. Hand-numbered edition of 750 copies on virgin vinyl with a download code. 

Ragtime Frank
I’m A Rocketship For My Lord

Little Big Chief Records LBCR-013

LP
£8.99


Stunning new avant blues rip up from the Oz underground duo of Ragtime Frank on vocals and guitar and Leighton Craig (Primitive Motion et al) on drums: was hearing comparisons to the Ascension duo of Stefan Jaworzyn and Tony Irving’s classic Five Titles recording and it’s true that the combination of convulsive/collapsing hypno guitar, fully in the red deadtone feedback production overload and scything drums comes over like a blunt post-Bailey boogie session cut by UK thugs but imagine that cut with a one-chord Sister Ray style hillbilly hump that was mainlining the ghost of Reverend B way the fuck past even the reducto distorto hunch of a Tetuzi Akiyama. Ragtime Frank lurches and hee-haws all the way over the top like he’s doing the goddamn crusher over post-Billy Childish no-chord ugh. Craig keeps the whole thing lurching drunk from start to finish, coming over like Abner Jay’s dysfunctional sons jonesing for a reformed Red Transistor. Fuck what The Cramps taught us, it’s time to re-learn the goddamn songbook. Insane and very highly recommended!

Ragtime Frank
Live At St. George’s

Negative Guest List NGL-036

LP
£16.99


ONE OF VOLCANIC TONGUE'S RECORDS OF THE YEAR 2013!

Raging edition of only 100 copies LP from one-time member of legendary Australian underground group The Lost Domain: Live At St. George’s catches Frank screamin’ and hollerin’ his avant one-band-man-isms live in Hobart, where he has relocated from Brisbane. Tearing through a set of all ‘gospel’ ‘traditionals’, Frank comes over like a post-Xpressway Abner Jay, with feral blats of feedback harmonica accompanied by stomping Hasil Adkins/Shaggs style rhythms and a way out vocal style that is part Lux Interior/Wild Billy Childish chicken hunch and part devotional sound poetry. Putting the primal back in American Primitive, this comes over as set of true free folk, with a liberated approach to form and true believer vocalisms married to the kinda insane guitar refusals that would’ve given DNA the big itch. Another monster from Frank that won’t be around forever. Recommended. 

Richard Youngs
Barbed Wire Explosion In The Kingdom Of Atlantis

Sonic Oyster Vinyl SOV-002

LP
£10.99


ONE OF VOLCANIC TONGUE'S RECORDS OF THE YEAR 2013!


LIMITED VT-ONLY EDITION SIGNED BY RICHARD YOUNGS!


Massively anticipated brand new album from Richard Youngs in an edition of only 250 copies, with all VT copies coming with a lyric sheet individually signed by Richard while stocks last: this one has been gestating for a while. Youngs was a big d-beat fan back in the day and has been working towards a vision of an ultra streamlined hardcore record that would combine the protesting/apocalyptic aesthetic of Discharge/Rude Kids et al with the heavenly song-stylings/‘Church of England’ edge that defines the best of his back catalogue. Well this is it. And it’s a monster. The Rotten Masters EP that he cut with Andrew Paine and that was the debut Sonic Oyster Vinyl release points the way but oddly enough the style is less aggressive than on there while still shadowing the whole early-Public Image Limited ‘feel’, especially in Richard’s vocals, which come over like a home counties take on Lydon circa Metal Box. Drum machines kick in with the classic d-beat rhythm and Richard shreds on lead guitar, playing in a fast amphetamine-metal style that trades technique for tectonics. The lyrics are genre-perfect with classic tracks like “More Fucking Stuff” coming over like a typically textually convoluted yet two-fingers pithy assault on consumerism – “more fucking stuff/high rise wilderness/more fucking stuff/these briars of prefabrication/more fucking stuff/random dystopias of regeneration/more fucking stuff” – and classic choruses like “feeling no feeling/feeling no feeling/feeling no feeling/feeling no feeling/feeling no feeling” that marry the hypnotic, bardic style of tracks like “Summer’s Edge” from Summer Wanderer to urban street-fighting aesthetics. Yet despite the potentially generic trappings this is a classic Richard Youngs album with beautifully rendered songs and some truly stirring vocal performances, with his voice given a new sense of urgent delivery, somehow linking his own particular English DIY tradition to parallel currents like Public Image, Crass, A Flux Of Pink Indians and Rudimentary Peni. With perfect scrabbly/messy DIY cover art and an atmosphere that is a confounding mix of strident avant rock radicalism, hardcore refusal, high energy free metal and nostalgic teenage memorial this is at once a defining Richard Youngs side and a massive step outside. Another amazing instalment in one of the most fascinating and unpredictable trips in underground music. Very highly recommended, you need to hear this one...

Sexual Assault Rifle
s/t

American Tapes AM-850

one-sided LP
£8.99


“Rolling early to a gig can be problematic or amazing or a weirdo combo of both. The boyz rolled WAAAY to early to gig in Richmond VA only to get chased outta a strange bar (and sure enuff: same thing happened at the gig later at a piece of shit bar we jammed), but sometimes, rolling early into a city can be mindwrecking:
In Philly, some years ago, we rolled in hyper early and found (and waited in the van until it opened) a killer mega-bowl complex and posted up for HOURS. Brew flowing, pins knockin, no one there but the crew. RULED. After a way too long stretch of horrible double digit bowling, I wandered outside and called my main homebox PUCK to see if there was anything to peep before we roll onward to the R N R business hours. Puck thought for a second and said:
"Ya'll already busted that cheesesteak local spot...so... if you feel up to something REALLY intense...naw. ..forget about it..."
"Naw man, f-that- what is it?"
"Well, I had a super heavy sess there, if you feel up to the internal challenge: its right by the bowling alley- hit up JONATHAN & SUZIE's PSYCHIC SHACK"
Blown away by the prospects, I hung up, put out my cigarette on the bottom of my Red Wings, straightened up my coat and walked two blocks to the spot.
After finding it easily enuff, I rolled into the lobby and was first shocked by the decor on the walls: intense blood-sex-soaked paintings of zombies and horrible gore all done with the perfection of a pro graphic artist. Whoa! What did PUCK roll me to? Is he getting me black for the time I spilled pink clothes dye on his fav jersey? This place is too strange. I rang the bell, signed in on the sheet, and waited in silence in an empty lobby staring at a painting of a zombie chewing an ear of a bikinied lady. Tired from the brew session at the bowling alley and arm aching from trying to get the ball speed cam up to 87 mph on the lanes, I dosed off.
Feeling a slight nudge on my elbow I perked up and met JONATHAN, a huge welcoming dude with long blond hair and a SWANS "MONEY" tour long sleeve shirt and followed him into the reading room. I was ah...psyched! ! I came into the small black room, shook hands with SUZIE, who was decked out a TG shirt, also long sleeve and was ready for the reading...
The magical couple stared at me for what seemed like 15 minutes and then nodded to each other and said, almost in unison:
"I see you are from Michigan, and therefore are probably uncomfortable with a very personal reading."
"Ah, right on." I said, thinking to myself that Puck had found a player a PERFECT spot.
After another stretch of awkward but easy silence Suzie said:
"Well, you have a gig tonight, how about a glimpse into the future, not you, but what the world be like in say 10,000 years?"
"Man, whoa, hit me up!!!!"
"First, put both yr finger tips into this small pot and close yr eyes. There will be no words spoken but you feel the future, good or bad..."
Feeling the energy for a new situation and also the coming excitement of telling Puck/the boys about my PSYCHIC SHACK experience, I rolled up my sleeve, and put my fingers into the warm oily magic liquid and sneaked off...
What happened next or rather what I experienced just can be put into INZANE words. The future was: INTENSE.... fully of evil machines grinding onward on terror business, clangs disappearing into space, huge planets full of strange sounds delay into the deep atmosphere. It was strange, horrible, and super ace all at the same time. Man was I stoked.
So I walked out with Suzie and Jonathan, mind blown/shown by the future, ready for the present and ready to thank the crub outta my main man PUCK for the psychic tip. As I was walking out the door, Suzie says,
"Wait I forgot something... Here is a box of 100 records that was the soundtrack to that evil future.... we had em pressed while you were out cold, live at that studio that did the CRUDE PA comps...."
"OMG- no way...the sounds...were. ..too much.... and on wax????"
Jonathan says, firmly: "Yeah man, and jamm it at any speed, I know yr crew digs that...slower the better...cant be slow enuff....." And then stared at the floor.......
"Well, we know NONE of yr crew will believe you so here is some proof to show em...."
So here it is. TRUE STORY, yo. THE FUTURE...10, 000 yrs from now.... SEXUAL ASSAULT RIFLE. ON WAX. Edition 100, handmade covers, numbered.” – John Olson.

Sir Richard Bishop
VDSQ Solo Acoustic Volume Eight

Vin Du Select Qualitite #8

LP
£16.99


Latest limited edition instalment in VDSQ’s world-beating series of Solo Acoustic albums, this time from Sir Richard Bishop of Sun City Girls/Rangda et al: this is a stunning set of guitar pyrotechnics from Bishop that confuses American volk forms with fourth world melodies and moments of singing string drone that would re-think the Guitar Soli style of peak Fahey as a conduit through which to channel spiritual esotera and extended non-Western modal strategies. The set unfolds with a logic that is at once circuitous and perfectly nuanced, with each track pushing further and deeper into tight note clusters and endlessly obsessive vectors of string-think. Still one of the unparalleled masters of the guitar soli idiom, at the very apex of his powers. Very highly recommended. 

Skullflower
White Wolf

Cold Spring Records CSR-12S08

one-sided LP
£10.99


Edition of only 100 copies one-sided LP from UK underground legends Skullflower: only ‘officially’ available direct from the label,  White Wolf presents a torrential side-long epic from Matthew Bower and co that takes off where Fushitsusha circa Tokyo Flashback 3 left off, with buzzing armies of transparent guitar oblivions dissolving in endless vectors of fuzz to the point that they generate hallucinatory arcs of classical string elegies, sounding a symphonic threnody w/a distant euphoric metal backbone. Bower’s recent work has been particularly amazing and the combination of classical scale and full in-the-red guitar violence is exceptionally potent here. Limited supply, obviously, comes in a white sleeve with a hand-stamped obi strip. 

Starving Weirdos
Land Lines

Amish Records AMI-044

LP
£8.99


These guys have been busy with a bunch of uniformly great side-projects – Ensemble Economique, RV Paintings et al – but it’s great to see them back with the mothership for this major new release. Here the duo of Brian Pyle and Merrick McKinlay are joined by a host of collaborators for an album that drifts with alla the allusive logic of dreams through a series of spectral drone works and environmental improvisations. The opening “In Our Way” is stunning, conjuring the ghost of Skip Spence from the kind of tape and electronic fuckery that could almost be Dome. Later tracks have an improvisatory feel that is equal parts ghostly gamelan orchestra, Maya Deren soundtrack and SME circa Karyobin with breathy reed sounds and melodica over fourth world jungle environs and great ascensions of devotional keyboard drone. Indeed, there’s a spontaneous orchestral quality to the music that lends it a particular grandeur, building on the kind of phantom scale that Pyle first formulated on the Ensemble Economique sides, with a scope and a sonic palette that is well beyond your average F/X jamming droner. Modern devotional music never sounded so widescreen. Recommended. 

The Dead C/Rangda
Dead C Vs Rangda

Ba Da Bing Records BING-081

LP
£17.99


Massive two-header that presents unreleased archival recordings from legendary NZ underground group The Dead C paired with new tracks from the trio of guitarists Sir Richard Bishop (Sun City Girls) and Ben Chasny (Six Organs Of Admittance) and drummer Chris Corsano: the Dead C side is a particular revelation, with the discovery of previously unreleased tracks that were under consideration for inclusion on their masterful 1992 album for Flying Nun, Eusa Kills. On the flip Rangda make with some dazzling power trio moves, re-thinking rock dynamics with drooling polyrhythms and overdosed modal guitar histrionics that take off on Sonny Sharrock circa Monkey-Pockie-Boo. 

Paul Dunmall/Chris Corsano
Identical Sunsets

ESP Disk 4058

LP
£10.99


Raging free jazz duo blat from saxophonist Paul Dunmall (here doubling on border pipes) and drummer Chris Corsano, marking Corsano’s first –fated! - appearance on ESP Disk. Following in the tradition of ESP’s first classic free jazz run, Identical Sunsets is an ass-blasting high energy side. The title track is a particular monster, with Dunmall’s ululating border pipes conjuring the ghost of Albert Ayler’s bagpipes with psychedelic overtones and raw folk passion. Corsano is, of course, amazing. One of the first releases from the revived ESP Disk that feels worthy of the label. Highly recommended. 

Sapat
A Posthuman Guide To The Advent Calendar Origins Of The Peep Show

Sophomore Lounge 06

LP
£13.99


Long-time coming follow-up to this Kentucky-based big band’s Siltbreeze debut: featuring members of Virgin Eye Blood Brothers, Son Of Earth, Valley Of Ashes, Kark and more, Sapat mint the kinda big band thunder of your favourite Northern European drone orchestras while marrying it to a ton of thrifty brass and weirdo song forms that cross male/female vocals, Magic Band rhythms and a cracked glam/thug vibe that is somewhere between Roxy Music and Alex Harvey. Fists of power chords are pounding into monomaniacal climaxes while lumbering brokedown minor-keyed ballads give way to moments of almost Chrome-styled zombie glam. 

The Cherry Blossoms
Live In Amsterdam

Hairy Spider Legs No Cat

LP
£10.99


ONE OF VOLCANIC TONGUE'S RECORDS OF THE YEAR 2013!


Staggering new live album from this legendary underground post-Velvets country –honk outfit and big VT faves: only New Zealand’s The Garbage & The Flowers come close to the narcotic, brink-of-falling apart VU bliss of Nashville’s Cherry Blossoms, who mainline classic American song-forms as part of a wonked historical umbilical that runs from The Godz and The Fugs at their slum goddess peak through Cordell Jackson, NRBQ, Smegma, Henry Flynt and The Legendary Stardust Cowboy.
Live they are an absolute dream, as anyone who witnessed their legendary – and completely incongruous – set at Glasgow’s Instal fest back in the day. Vocalist Peggy Snow can re-think traditional folk phrasing with alla the heartbreak of your favourite Christmas carol, power-beaming visions of angel choirs into the simplest two chord folk lament as on the staggering “Lay The Cloud Thin”, with its stratas of female vocal bliss. Their mutant take on Doctor Ross’s original Sun recording, “Boogie Disease”, pretty much re-locates it to Saturn, with glorious New Angloid Sound-style kazoo hysteria and a Half Japanese-plays-Diddley-beat feel. It’s jaw dropping. And when the sound of “Roman Aqueducts” comes marching in it feels like the Albert Ayler jug band playing hallelujah in the face of the final judgement. Peerless American goodtime music straight out of the mystery zone and a major contender for one of the last-minute records of the year. Love this group so much – highest possible recommendation!

A.M.
Dragonfly

Trensmat Records TR-041

LP
£6.99


Massive limited new solo album from big VT fave, New Zealand’s Anthony Milton aka AM: Dragonfly is an epic of fuzz-worshipping/groove mutating monolithic psych rock. The opening “Fake Union Of Uplifted Charlatans” is a mind-blower, with a fucked-up dub bass and handclap percussion over twin six-string all-soloing  fuzz guitars, coming over like a tone scientist take on The Savage Resurrection or a rubberised-Rallizes re-mixed by Matthew Bower. The electro-threat continues across the first side, with pulsing circuitry over spurts of pure wah-wah ecstasy. The set culminates with “True Believers (Live)” that takes the whole Dead C dead amplifier worship run out groove style to new levels of flat-lined guitar/rhythm box violence. Another massive side from Anthony, pressed on blue vinyl, highly recommended!

Aaron Dilloway & Jason Lescalleet
Popeth

Glistening Examples No Cat

LP
£18.99


Edition of 400 copies LP from two masters of tectonic psycho-acoustics: this is a highly anticipated summit and doesn’t disappoint. Both Dilloway and Lescalleet are adepts at foundation quaking sonics but both marry their structural tectonics to invasive, psychologically eviscerating subliminals and the combination is spectacularly powerful, with a throbbing/fluxing hollowed-out drone core sending and receiving coded shortwave blats of information-thick static while the whole thing regurgitates itself again and again, generating a Moebius strip –like singularity that moves through endless re-statements of itself. This is the most haunted set from the duo yet, with an eerie depth of scale populated by wraiths and ghost tones over which some truly savage and bodily invasive electronics pulse like alarm codes. The production is especially dizzying, the way the sounds are set deep within the tracks, touching on Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christopherson’s production work with Coil, complete with uncanny EVP-style vocal manifestations and the kind of paranoiac/Berlin bunker atmosphere that is pure Conrad Schnitzler. But it’s not all occult soundings; Popeth presents some of the duo’s most get-down fucked up riff-based synth punk anthems to date, channelling the second Suicide album as re-thunk by Maryanne Amacher and Klaus Dinger. Classic electro-threat in true circuit-shredding style, pressed on 150g vinyl, highly recommended. 

Ben Hall’s She Shells String Trio
Negatively Complicating A Procedure That Is Already Flawed

8MM 060

LP
£12.99


Edition of only 150 copies LP with handmade covers that documents a killing free trio led by percussionist Ben Hall (Graveyards/Bill Dixon et al) and featuring violinists C. Spencer Yeh (Burning Star Core) and Mike Khoury: this is a massively psychedelic side, with two void-gobbling violins that flutter in and out of corporeal reality with alla the grace of the heady string side of Albert Ayler’s Greenwich Village masterpiece while touching on aspects of Keiji Haino’s hurdy gurdy work, Ornette’s power-sawing and some truly alien, speaking in tongues power droning. Hall has a lightness of touch and a knitting needle speed here that gives the nod to Rashied Ali’s navigation of Interstellar Space but truly this is a profoundly alien music and a radical new trio line-up. Very highly recommended!

Circuit Des Yeux
Portrait

De Stijl IND-093

LP
£6.99


LP from Haley Fohr aka Circuit Des Yeux. Her last few releases have been almost perfect articulations of the ESP-Disk singer-songwriter style, with almost Suckdog-scale tape goofs alongside dark communal jams w/a heady cultic edge. Portrait moves more definitively into dark singer-songwriter territory with an atmosphere that could almost be Nico circa the Cale/Eno productions all cut-up with a weightless/devotional aspect that is almost Scorces. Her cover version of Bruce Springsteen’s “I’m On Fire” situates her music alongside the liminal Americana of US Girls but whereas Megan Remy’s particular brand of magick is channelled via occult 60s pop stylings Circuit Des Yeux seem more kind of high gothic complete w/downer rural strings that come out of the whole Aryan Sample/Tommy Roundtree school and power vocals ala early Zola Jesus. 

Coum Transmissions
Home Aged And The 18 Month Hope

Dais 051

LP
£10.99


Another amazing instalment of ear-popping archival sonic works and documents from the workings of Genesis P-Orridge’s pre-Throbbing Gristle actionists, Coum Transmissions: some truly revelatory material here, kicking off with a great radio interview with a young Genesis P-Orridge (“famous for walking around Hull with long hair and a beret”) on Arena Radio Humberside from January of 1973. Also includes an interview with Genesis and David Mayor at 50 Beck Road, a rare live outing from Coum supporting Hawkwind (!), wild poetry readings by early member Fizzey Peat, piano and violin jams from Genesis and some supremely crude tape work. An amazing and necessary time capsule, beautifully assembled, edition of 1000 copies. Comes with a download. Highly recommended!

Greg Malcolm & Eugene Chadbourne
Jazz School

Monotype Records Cat-3

LP
£8.99


Edition of 250 copies LP that documents a duo performance by New Zealand guitarist/inventor Greg Malcolm and American improviser/polymath Eugene Chadbourne. Consisting of inspired demolitions of tracks by Steve Lacy and Eric Dolphy, the duo play droning, fragmented avant garde string dunt that occasionally echoes the thematic material but mostly extrapolates into string constructs that are as otherworldly as Susan Alcorn’s pedal steel work and as radical as Keiji Haino’s strings. The interaction is genuinely odd, with a feel for structure and form that is highly personal. Malcolm’s playing always has a tactile post-drone appeal and to hear him tangled up in Chadbourne’s shockabilly stylings is a treat. Radical, beautiful guitar music.

James Ferraro
On Air

Underwater Peoples Records No Cat

2xLP
£12.99


Deluxe vinyl edition of what was originally a self-released CD-R from James Ferraro complete with reworked and re-recorded material and specially commissioned airbrush artwork. On Air feels like a luminous update of Ferraro’s early Lamborghini Crystal sides, with the atmosphere of a shortwave broadcast from a parallel universe where arpeggiated synths function as transports to a future that feels like a lonely technicolour version of the past. Deep space morse code patterns orbit bursts of triumphal garage band guitar, simple euphoric melodies that feel like the soundtrack to your adolescence are re-imagined as a series of psychedelic instants, smears of DJ voiceovers are beamed straight from Venus... On Air is the perfect trip into Ferraro’s Multitopia. Also features an insane cover version of “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” which sits nicely alongside Mama Baer and Kommissar Hjuler’s version.  Titles include ‘Pleiadian Channel Surfer #1’, ‘Remote Control Under The Couch’ and ‘Heaven’s Bathroom’. Recommended. 

Jason Kahn
Noema

Editions 003

2xArt Edition LP
£23.99


Stunning 2xLP 180g art edition LP from composer/sound thinker Jason Kahn, with deep connections to the Australian/Breakdance The Dawn underground as well as NZ avant-thought, in a hand-numbered private press edition of only 250 copies, all copies of which are individually hand-painted by Kahn himself: a departure from Kahn’s last celestial big band working and somewhere altogether from his jams with Bruce Russell of The Dead C and Richard Francis, Noema documents a three month stay in Kyoto in Japan in 2012. Across 37 short piece Kahn creates an hallucinatory and very personal sound journal by using field recordings culled from shopping centres, deep haunted pools, subway sirens, conversation, snippets of popular and traditional song, street noise, temple rituals and more, cutting them together in a way that expands on how the sounds of social spaces work their particular magic while riffing on fragments of sound and sight that work as nostalgic jumping-off points for the process of memory. The set comes with extensive liner notes and track-by-track commentary and it works best when read alongside the record, mapping Kahn’s movements and memories of the city via “a rain of nunchuks splintering the hot summer night”, melting in the summer heat, dropping microphones into secret waters and other geomantic workings across his stay. The tracks themselves are deep, laminal constructions that conflate environmental sound and song, the drone of the city asleep at night with minimalist composition and the sound of madmen on the streets with the music of the spheres. A beautiful set, endlessly replayable and a truly magickal transport – very highly recommended!

Les Rallizes Denudes
Naked Diza Star

Bamboo BAM3CD7014

3xCD
£16.99


Another jaw-dropping archival release from Bamboo of obscure/unreleased material from the most enigmatic of underground Japanese psych groups, Les Rallizes Denudes. Naked Diza Star, originally issued via the shadowy Univive label, runs the length of Rallizes' career in order to compile an incredible three discs worth of peak unreleased performances. Disc one features live garage bombs from 1973 through 1976, including the legendary "Last One '70" recording from 1976. Disc two has material from 1976 and '77, including ravaged takes on "Enter The Mirror" and "The Last One", while disc three runs from 1981 through a final "Last One" from 1987. It makes for a fantastic and informative listen and works to document how their sound evolved through all of their various incarnations. Still one of the premier Rallizes discs and one that captures the group in all of their aspects, from endless flamethrower solos through ginchy post-Velvets two chord pop through icy austere black folk balladry. Comes in a chunky jewel case with an 8 page booklet in English and Japanese. Very highly recommended!

Leslie Keffer
Feels Like Frenching

Ecstatic Peace E#105b

LP
£3.99


New edition of 500 copies solo album from one-woman noise orchestra Leslie Keffer. The whole record feels caught up in a dense blizzard of barely-legible noise tectonics, with noxious clouds of day-glo psych/noise oblivion that seem to gradually mutate into melancholy atonal nocturnes. Comes with a double-sided laser print-out insert. "When Leslie Keffer lived in Athens, OHIO she was asked about the noise scene there. "You're looking at it", she responded. Indeed. Leslie is one of the more fascinating proponents of homegrown Middle America noise music. A single girl drawn to the more ravaged and magical aspects of noise as source music, art and lifestyle. She has since moved to Nashville where she has been developing and progressing her personal take on what is basically a highly marginal genre of music. Her inputs are radio transmission wave-noise, the living aura of Lindsay Lohan, punk, pop, Madonna, her amazing girlfriends and defiltering the terror of male-centric Power Electronic depravity and goon-ism. Her last two No Fun festival performances, in duo with Thurston Moore in 2006, and the Noise into dance beat into 'Where's The Party' slumber party freak out where all the noise girls fem-exorcised an already somewhat de-clawed noise misogynist is already legendary. Leslie's sound has been heard on various cassette labels (Rampart, Gameboy, I Just Live Here, Epicene, Cherried-out Merch) and most recently her own imprint Action Claw. She has issued a number of hand-made CDRs with her own touch of knitted fabric pouches. She has two tracks on the 2XCD Tarantula Hill Benefit (Ecstatic Peace E#107), one with Baltimore's Nautical Almanac who have been championing Leslie's work for years now. We are only too happy to release this premier full-length LP of Leslie's demonstrating where she's been and where she's going." Ecstatic Peace

Our Love Will Destroy The World
Jet Plane Joy

Reckno REC-009

Cassette
£4.99


Killer cassette from Campbell Kneale’s (Birchville Cat Motel et al) ecstatic psych/noise project: haven’t heard from Campbell for a while and Jet Plane Joy feels like a step beyond, pulling back on the overloaded electronics in favour of hi-jacking straightahead rock riffs and amphetamine punk energy in the service of psychedelic oblivion. It kicks off with a weirdo pirate radio/Broken Flag/Conet Project setting for shortwave hysteria but when the actual riffs kick in it feels closer to La Dusseldorf’s vision of endless German ring-roads than an occult noise sounding. Might be Campbell’s most glam side to date, loving it...

Oyauchi-Deku Duo
Now’s The Time?

Armageddon Nova AN-R1

LP
£10.99


ONE OF VOLCANIC TONGUE'S RECORDS OF THE YEAR 2013!

Staggering edition of 250 copies 180g vinyl debut for this legendary Japanese underground free jazz duo, incredibly their first ever official studio recording: we have been working on this release for a while and are super excited to finally launch it. Partnered with Armageddon we’re the exclusive source for this major unearthing outside of Japan. Aishi Oyauchi is a radical alto saxophonist in the tradition of Kaoru Abe and who hails from the same first generation of Japanese free improvisers while Deku is a bassist who comes out of the whole Motoharu Yoshizawa school of radical free improvisation and rigorous sound art and was a student of legendary percussionist Masahiko Togashi. Due to having little interest in documenting their thought the duo have remained unrecorded despite both players being in their 60s and playing out for several decades so this is the first recorded evidence of the kind of ferocious invention these two are capable of and that has attracted regular collaborators to them over the years like PSF recording artist and folk-sprit Kan Mikami and drummer Sabu Toyozumi (who the duo are reconnecting with for a special record launch show in Japan).
This is a studio recording and it is diamond-sharp, allowing you to get all the way inside the players’ uniquely psychedelic and subtly brain-bombing style. Deku really gets into the grain of the strings, drawing thick black overtones and droning harmonics out of cold, silent space. Oyauchi plays soft, breathy tattoos, touching on aspects of Bill Dixon or Donald Ayler before breaking into phantom testifying and odd folk/traditional fragments that would reconcile the screaming, high/lonesome style of the late Kaoru Abe with the love cry of Albert Ayler and the mutant jazz feel of Moondog complete with choruses of small singing bells.
And it’s not all reed torture; there are long sections of soft, intimate exchange that recall the romantic midnight reveries of Frank Lowe and Phillip Wilson’s Out Of Nowhere side and high-wire sections of tense negotiation and silence carving that could almost pass for a post-PSF small-group take on the universal music of the Celestrial Communication Orchestra. Indeed, there’s a genuine ‘out of nowhere’ feel to much of this stunning session, with an advanced approach to form that fully internalises the radical leaps that thinkers like Togashi, Abe, Yoshizawa, Toyozumi and Masayuki Takayanagi made while incorporating moments of extended textural exegesis and an expressive use of stasis and silence that makes most ‘lower case’ improvisers sound like furniture polishers.
This is a signal side, a key missing part of the whole Japanese free music underground finally restored and an amazing document of two players from the furthest margins of the scene who have worked a very particular vision of the potential of free music in a comparative personal and cultural vacuum. We’re proud as hell to be a part of bringing this gorgeous release to light, presented on massively heavy 180g vinyl, 250 copies only and “recorded on 100% full analog”. Not for digital consumption, this is the archival free jazz/Japanese underground release of the year. File it alongside Paul Flaherty, Loren Connors, Jandek, Kaoru Abe and Motoharu Yoshizawa in the section of your record collection reserved for solitary mavericks. Highest possible recommendation!

Philip Corner
Italian Air: Wind, Water & Metal

Ricerca Sonora RS-1

LP
£10.99


Phenomenal collection of environmental sound pieces from the composer and Fluxus thinker Philip Corner in an edition of 300 copies. The first side is taken up with a beautifully recorded piece for Korean cymbals in water outdoors accompanying the midnight bell from San Marco on the Fondamenta Giudecca in 1994. The combination of traffic sounds, passing boats, wind, water and bells generates a densely vibrating soundworld that touches on aspects of Mirror and Ora while presenting a seemingly pastoral scenario as something intensely resonant and at points extremely heavy. On the flip there’s another great outdoors ritual combining sounds of thunder and rain with heady gong sounds and a revelatory action for alphorn and gong recorded in the open air that touches on aspects of Albert Ayler and Yoshi Wada. Comes with two inserts, recommended.

Sacred Product
EP

Alberts Basement AB-48

Cassette
£4.99


Release on Michael from Mad Nanna’s Australian underground imprint: Michael describes Sacred Product as being somewhere between The Satanic Rockers and Encounter Group and they sound almost like a more primitive (!!??) Afflicted Man, with nod-out rhythms and some totally lumbering/growling fuzz/bass riffs cut with classic oiky vocals that give the nod to the whole Swell Maps/Steve Treatment saga. 

Skullflower
Draconis

Cold Spring Records CSR-190CD

2xCD
£15.99


Massive new occult noise working from the duo of Matthew Bower and Samantha Davies complete with a 16 page booklet in a fold-out digipak: pushing deeper into Bower’s formulation of ritual sonics and orchestral post-death metal industrial tectonics, this is a triumphal set, with melodies torn apart before they even get airborne and translucent electricity deforming squalls of melody so that the very air itself seems to be coming apart as phantom harmonies and odd distant overtures bleed from the background.  Hypnotic loops and the kinda pulsing, overloaded electronic of the recent Black Sun Roof outing add to the feeling of amphetamine catharsis as the tracks keep on peaking to the point of total sensory overload. Bower is on a roll of late and alongside the Black Sun Roof disc this makes for the very apex of his catalogue to date. Highly recommended. 

Birchville Cat Motel
Alpine Pacific Triangle

Don’t Fuck With Magic No Cat

CD-R
£10.99


One massive 42 minute blow-out of growling bass tectonics, Industrial sonorities, metal percussion and dark eviscerated space from Campbell Kneale’s legendary New Zealand monolithic drone/rock project: aspects of Corrupted, the Mukai/Urabe duets, Kousokuya... combine in one of Kneale’s deepest passes through the mystery zone, with various unidentifiable instrumentation bowed, dragged, and left to sing for eternity in great arcs of black rainbow tone. Comparatively hi-fi sound makes this one you can really get your head inside. Very limited, on Kneale’s own private press imprint. Recommended.

Our Love Will Destroy The World
Frigid Antichrist

Don’t Fuck With Magic No Cat

CD-R
£10.99


Massive two track blow-out from Campbell Kneale’s gravity-defying drone orchestra: this one is truly eviscerating, with choirs of mangled electrics and overloaded microtonal protests vibrating in the air, generating all sorts of phantom trajectories and hallucinatory classical/metal melodies. The second track sounds like Fushitsusha jamming Love Cry Want in the middle of an air raid and makes for one of the supreme reality-buckling jams of Kneale’s run. Very limited, on Kneale’s own private press imprint. Recommended. 

S.S. Cretins
New England’s Newest Hitmakers

Sa SA-006

Cassette
£7.99


Great, crude set of classic lip-curling teen punk channelled by a group with connections to big VT faves Herbcraft: S.S. Cretins take the uber-crude stomp aesthetics of The Standells, The Elevators, The Haunted, Gravedigger V et al and channel it via crude basement aesthetics and straight to tape snot. Imagine a Jim Shepard-produced Pebbles bootleg featuring a buncha heartbroke guys in love with The Stones, Hooker, Heat and LSD. Then let it spit. Totally great, highly recommended. 

Wonderfuls
Only Shadows Now

Bruit Direct Disques No Cat

LP
£15.99


Much-anticipated full-length vinyl LP from this fantastic Australian underground group: no one does the sound of lonely and of near total emotional dislocation like Wonderfuls and their approach has developed from crude jack-off garage blues to a majestically bleak and beautiful amalgam of Buckley/Underwood style elegiac folk/junk, the dreamtime post-Velvets heartbreak of prime Felt and the most broken of the Gun Club sides. Only Shadows Now is their greatest side to date, with black, minor key ballads cut with peaking slide/e-bow guitar solos straight out of Mother Juno, tumbling slow-motion chord patterns and that singing-while-talking style perfected by Lawrence. A classic late-night spin and one of the most beautifully lonely and baroquely beautiful acid folk albums of the year. Highly recommended. 

D. Charles Speer & The Helix
After Hours

Black Dirt Records BD-3

LP
£16.99


Deluxe vinyl edition of the album from this No-Neck Blues Band satellite, piloted to the ends of the desert by Mr Dave Shuford and released on Jason Meagher of NNCK’s swank new imprint. The feel of the territory is still pretty much dominated by the kind of men-with-no-name country downs previously trafficked by strangers like Townes Van Zandt, Steve Young, Leonard Cohen and Michael Hurley but the settings are a goddamn treat, combining the kind of laconic drug-bruised energy of The Stones circa Exile On Main Street with some endless, hypnotic steel shapes and the kind of cracked vocalese that would bridge hillbilly phrasing with hiccupping avant garde style. Haven’t heard a record that so convincingly crosses folk forms with a deep understanding of the joys of pure sound-as-sound since, uh, the first US Saucer album? Terry’s Rovji? Recommended.

Deviation Social
From End To Beginning Vol.1

Dais 012

LP
£14.99


Great compilation of stray tracks form this obscure North American Industrial group. Deviation Social formed in 1981 after Arshile Injeyan tuned into a radio station playing experimental music and first encountered Cabaret Voltaire, Non, Decayes, The Fall, the whole LAFMS cabal, The Residents and – most importantly – Throbbing Gristle. On a quest to uncover more oddball music, Arshile contacted Monte Cazazza through an article in Slash and he became an unofficial live member of the group. The group’s sound soon evolved to reflect influences like Harry Partch (in the use of odd acoustic percussive sounds and shapes), Suicide, Faust and SPK. From End To Beginning collects a bunch of tracks only available on compilations and it makes for a fascinating window onto the revolutionary years of Industrial music. Alla the signifiers are in place – a song about Manson, a guest appearance by the notorious Mary Dowd, a track called “New Right” – but the palette is so radical, with aspects of DIY tape composition, electro-acoustic improvisation, primitive synth -  it’s a reminder of just how wide-ranging and creatively accelerated the Industrial revolution was, eclipsing the pub-rock radicalism of punk and providing a blueprint that is still unravelling. Arshile’s vocals are particularly great, giving the music an apocalyptic Chrome/Non styled edge that at points (as on the fantastic “Multitado Humanus Tabesco”) almost sounds like a garage Whitehouse. The set is beautifully put together with a large booklet featuring new liners, fliers, texts and a piece on Deviation Social by Seymour Glass of Bananafish. One of the best collections of primitive Industrial experimentation yet uncovered. Highly recommended.

Hobo Sonn
Wary The Mind

Amen Absen 003

LP + 3” CD-R
£12.99


Second full-length vinyl from Brighton’s Ian Murphy aka Hobo Sonn. Hobo Sonn’s glorious self-released debut floored pretty much everyone who heard it, drawing comparison to everyone from Nurse With Wound and Aaron Dilloway through Total and Heemann/Chalk. This new album, released by the Canadian Amen Absen label, is just as consummately out, with a sound that’s as deep as a thunderstorm and as exactingly detailed as Steven Stapleton’s obsessive studio work circa Spiral Insana. The palette is fairly minimal, with thin feedback tones, bells and Morse code tattoos suspended above a gulf of black electronics populated by slow tectonic shifts that sound like a more planetary scale Whitehouse complete with phantom/hallucinated melodies that come across like phantom snatches of processed choirs with a single guitar dissolving simple repeating folk motifs in reverb somewhere just beyond the horizon and hypnotically reductive two-tone pulses gradually fading to silence. The sound is as empty and oppressive as a wall of overheated amplifiers singing softly to themselves but it’s the surreal feel for detail, for odd sonic topography, that makes this a deeply psychedelic trip and a must for in-depth headphone investigation. File alongside classics like Heemann/Akita’s Sleeper Awakes On Edge Of Abyss, the Nord LPs, Alan Lamb’s Night Passage, Bernhard Gunter’s Un Peu de Neige Salie et al. Edition of 330 copies but all VT copies come from the special 120 copy sub-edition that features a bonus 3”. Highly recommended. 

Konrad Sprenger
Miniaturen

Choose Records Choose-15(14)

LP
£14.99


Beautiful series of short thematically linked miniature compositions from this sound-thinker with connections to long-string minimalist Ellen Fullman: Sprenger was responsible for much of the musical settings on his and Fullman’s amazing Ort album and here he digs deep into his quizzical use of archaic instruments, ranging through guitar, piano and wood blocks through bird organ and a bizarre violin-piano invention known as a Phonoliszt. At points the short tracks have all of the otherworldly whimsy and melancholy of a Return Visit To Rock Mass or even Go Hirano’s recordings but with more of a baroque, European air. Slight, complex melodies unravel with alla the knotty sophistication of a Mayo Thompson, with movements built on unravelling alternately simple and ornate gestures. Timeless, quizzical, simple and complex, this is a beautiful set of instrumental song and subtly brain-rearranging composition. Recommended. 

Makoto Kawabata
We Don’t Know Where We Came From

Important Records Imprec-205

LP
£13.99


Solo album from the Acid Mothers leader Makoto Kawabata in screenprinted sleeves, edition of 500 copies. This is a fantastic distillation of alla his various modes, from Inui-styled dreamtone psych through refracted Japanese folk and in-the-red distorto worship. Recorded live at Kaccho-Buu Matsuzaka in 2004, with Makoto switching between electric and acoustic guitars, it’s also his best solo side for an age and a timely reminder of his PSF pedigree, just in case you forgot. Recommended.

Malkuth
Mutus Liber

Hospital Productions HOS-179

LP
£12.99


Edition of 300 copies in fold-out screened sleeves from this new necro black metal group featuring Matt Heyner and Pat Murano of The No-Neck Blues Band. Epic sense of darkness to most of this that combines bold almost Morricone-esque themes with breakneck amphetamine-fuelled litanies, massively symphonic dual guitar hallucinations, cracked vocals and endlessly black riffs that are heavy with luminous microtonal detail. One of the best of the recent deluge for sure. "Raw dual guitar necro black metal in the vein of Moonblood and Blackdeath with its own sense of harmonic tension. No bullshit. No intros. Occult four track assault." - Dominik Fernow.

No Guru
There’s No Guru

Hashram Audio Concern Hashram-040

LP
£18.99


Stunning edition of only 200 copies full-length LP that culls a series of confoundingly beautiful jams from an Australian underground supergroup that features members of Sky Needle, Greg Boring, The Lost Domain, Mad Nanna, 6majick9, Brothers Of The Occult Sisterhood et al: No Guru were working cover for an itinerant group of musicians in the late 2000s in Brisbane based around a crumbling old mansion that Joel Stern (Sky Needle/Greg Boring et al) describes as closer to a halfway house, populated by musicians, artists, druggies, alcoholics and dysfunctionalists of all stripes. No Guru were essentially a jam band for everyone who lived in the building or passed through, functioning as a creative ground zero for the next wave of the Australian underground. Their formative inspiration was one Jeremy Nuske, who plays on the album and who appears on the cover, and who Stern describes as “a very awkward but brilliant weirdo and a great budding scholar of folk music from around the world, especially Javanese gamelan, which you can hear come through on the record”. Tragically Nuske dropped out of the scene and eventually committed suicide in 2010, after which No Guru never played again. This is a stunning memorial to one of the truly great short-lived groups of the era with recordings culled from a single night’s session in 2006 and featuring Nuske and Stern alongside Ian Wadley (Lost Domain/Mad Nanna), Chelsea Charlton (Brainbeau), Eon Phyre and Michael Donnelly (6majik9/Brothers Of The Occult Sisterhood). No Guru beautifully transmute and deform world folk music styles without any sense of awkward appropriation, filtering it through their own very specific underground aesthetic. The basis is percussive and melodic – hence the gamelan aspect – but the specific contours of the instrumentation, from invented DIY constructs through guitar, thumb piano, bass, keyboard, electronics, trumpet and walls of thrifty percussion touch on so many totemic sources – Moondog, The Godz, Tori Kudo, The Shaggs, International Harvester, even an electro-acoustic Sunroof – while sounding quite unlike any of them. The opening brass salvo is truly beautiful, like an orchestra of weeping Kaoru Abe’s hymning the country brass bands of old and from there we move through hypnotic half-familiar melodies that are always just slightly out and circuitous enough to be endlessly slippery. The guitar is super-poignant, inverting nagging melodic fragments ala Albert Ayler even as it’s sighing through broken down free rock constructs. No Guru made music that was as futuristic as it was primitive, as optimistic as it was heart-breakingly sad, as sophisticated as it was naive and now all we have left are the recordings. But what a memorial: very highly recommended!

Rakhim
s/t

Qbico/Qbico #46/#46

one-sided LP
£12.99


One-sided marble vinyl LP from this duo offshoot of mantric Finnish psych/rock group Circle, featuring Jussi Lehtisalo on vocals and Janne Tuomi on percussion generating a whole basement full of black, ritualistic energy and vocal ecstasy.

Robert Ashley & Walter Marchetti
October 25, 2001 Merkin Concert Hall NYC

Choose Records Choose-011

2xLP
£26.99


Massive double LP set documenting this signal concert event from 2001: Robert Ashley – composer of Private Parts, Automatic Writing and more – invited his long term friend and collaborator Walter Marchetti to collaborate across as series of performances for this one-off event and the results are suitably dazzling. Marchetti contributes three works - Nei Mari Del Sud. Musica In Secca, De Musicorum Infelicitate Una Variazione Dolente and Musica Per Un Bicchiere Non Molto Grande (actually an early ZAJ piece, performed here by Ashley) – while Ashley presents a vocal piece performed by Thomas Buckner, Yes, But Is It Edible? and Practical Anarchism. While Practical Anarchism, a homage to Marchetti, was previously published as a text by Alga Marghen in the Antibarbarus CD, this is its first ever recorded version, a solo vocal piece by Ashley himself. Yes, But Is It Edible? evokes the ghosts of Ashley’s Once group, with references to players like Pauline Oliveros, Alvin Lucier and Terry Riley while flitting between rock/roll iconography, showtunes, country music, mariachi bands and more. Marchetti’s Nei Mari Del Sud...  presents a 25 minute excerpt of a deranged tape piece alongside a wild, ear-splittingly barbarous take on De Musicorum Infelicitate... Beautifully packaged in a gatefold sleeve, this is a major document, recommended.

Tom Karlsson
Pojknacke

Lystring 10

LP
£12.99


From the label that brought you the last Brainbombs LP, this solo LP from European record collector/thinker/musician Tom Karlsson is an unexpected jewel. I’ve seen this described as a harsh noise record a bunch of places but that’s nowhere near the truth. Pojnacke is a collection of work that inhabits the universe of the Nurse With Wound list so completely that in a blindfold test you’d swear it was recorded sometime pre-1980 by some nut in a hut in the mountains with nothing but a chip on his shoulder, a bucket of acid and a buncha weirdo avant garde LPs. Some of the cut-up spoken Euro tongue over hovering electronics sections connect directly with the Nurse With Wound catalogue but there are other parts that just as well go beyond it, zoned folk-psych miniatures that have me thinking of Joakim Skogsberg, tape work worthy of Sperm, even some lush psychedelic tonefloat in the mode of early Ash Ra Tempel. But it all hangs together really well, and it has the feel of something that was very carefully put together. If you’re at all attuned to hermetic European avant garde weirdness and your idea of a frontman is closer to Walter Wegmuller or Jac Berrocal than some skinhead bozo in combat pants then this is a perfect shot of surrealism in sound from outta nowhere. Comes in a gatefold sleeve.

Aran Ruth
The Dark Lord

Tarot Tapes 001

Cassette
£6.99


Edition of 100 copies 2009 cassette from Aran Ruth: another beautiful set of home-conjured lo-fi acid folk majesty and occult acoustic drone time. Hand-drawn/hand-lettered sleeves. 

Christina Carter
Masque Femine

Root Strata RS-093

LP
£18.99


Beautiful vinyl upgrade for what still stands as Christina Carter’s (Scorces/Charalambides) greatest solo side, originally self-released as a CD-R in 2008: the original edition of Masque Femine was a VT Tip Of The Tongue, prompting this deluxe revisiting. Masque Femine represents one of the most radically beautiful and confusing releases from Christina Carter to date. The music is all based around Christina's interpretations of a clutch of old-time standards and ballads, none of which she had actually heard at the time of the recording. Working from simple lyric transcriptions, she moulds spontaneous melodies and intricate guitar stylings from the disarticulated raw material of 17 tracks like "Love Letters In The Sand", "Memories Of You", "I Fall In Love Too Easily", "End Of A Love Affair", "Quiet Nights", "All Alone" etc in a way that is completely different but just as radical as Derek Bailey's Standards and Ballads recordings. The atmosphere is as up-close and intimate as her classic Many Breaths releases, with some tracks so phonetically deconstructed they consist of virtually nothing but strained, breathy syllables suspended above a huge void of throat. The more emotionally distressed readings come closest to Jandek's all-vocal trilogy, especially the claustrophobic diaristic environs of Put My Dream On This Planet, but elsewhere the closest parallel would be Patty Waters at her most formally advanced, space-whispering her way through jazz standards that combine soft, velvet settings and distressed vocal breakdowns. Her guitar playing is gorgeous and super-minimal, supporting her spontaneous channelling of song-forms with two-chord downs and spectral, minor-key substitutions. The combined context seems to be designed to raise questions over the nature of beauty (as something always essentially 'beyond' and therefore only fully 'knowable' via proxy), manufactured versus spontaneous female personas, the nature of the aura etc, all rendered with that amazing lightness of touch and genuine emotional weight that accompanies all of Christina's greatest work. Still sounds completely singular, a necessary vinyl upgrade, highest possible recommendation!

Junko/Michel Henritzi/Rinji Fukuoka
Billion Years Of Sighs

An'archives An’07

LP
£16.99


Beautifully assembled limited to only 150 copies LP with silkscreened sleeves and obi strip: Billion Years Of Sighs features two duo workings by French avant guitarist Michel Henritzi, with Henritzi playing infinite tones on an aggressively articulated lapsteel. The A side is a duo with Junko, vocalist for Hijokaidan and it kind of has to be heard to be believed, with Henritzi combining long, doomy, pregnant drones of malevolent steel strings alongside some tactile, percussive fist assaults while Junko makes with some of her most emotionally chilling and hysterically disruptive free vocal shrieks and imprecations. It’s hard to believe that such a frail frame can generate the kind of high phantom electric tones of Junko without permanently damaging herself and somehow Henritzi’s more minimal (though still explosive) style brings out a quality of terror and despair in her vocals that sound like deep post-Patty Waters body sound blues. Incredible. Over on the flip Henritzi is joined by Rinji Fukuoka of Overhang Party/Majutsu No Niwa on violin, voice and percussion and the sound is closer to the amazing split LP Fukuoka cut with the late Jutok Kaneko back in the day, Searchin’ For My Layline, with Fukuoka’s dark, distant vocal drones and fuzz-punk eternal music stylings creating void-gargling zones of pure black tone that Henritzi blows apart with almost Charalambides-scale desert blues assaults and walls of pure Velvet thunder. Totally fantastic, beautifully packaged, highly recommended. 

Terror Of The Deep
Death Of The Gideon

Selection Records SR-011

12” EP
£10.99


Debut vinyl from this unbeatable contemporary New Zealand underground unit in an edition of 300 copies: recorded in Wellington in 2011, Death Of The Gideon combines the kind of euphoric Sixties pop moves of The Chills and Able Tasmans with organ-driven garage moods and a weirdo/geeky pop style that should appeal to anyone who has ever wept over The June Brides. Throw in a hint of The Velvets circa “Ocean” and some irresistible pop hooks complete with ginchy three note guitar solos and it’s enough to make you swear off power electronics for life. Highly recommended!

Chalaque
Helderberg Howl

Golden Lab Records ROWF-35

7"
£3.99


Great set of barbarous solo guitar/vocal invocation from Nick Mitchell, recorded live at the Helderberg House in Albany, NY in March 2013: Chalaque's last release saw a trio formation that featured Pascal Nichols of Part Wild Horses Mane On Both Sides on drums and Eric Hardiman of Rambutan on bass but this solo set lets you get deep inside Mitchell's furious six-string conception, with a dunting, almost autistic approach to barbed wire modalities and breakout freak that comes over like an automating No Wave re-think of the early Guitar Roberts takes on moanin' after midnight. Sterling work. 

 

Fortune Teller
Inner-City Scream

Anazitisi Records ARLP-70-29F

LP
£10.99


Amazing deluxe reissue from the label that brought us A To Austr: Fortune Teller were a gloriously out-of-time Baltimore garage band who recorded this classic private press LP pretty late in the game – 1978 - in a single 12 hour session. The atmosphere is flawless temporally adrift heart-on-sleeve teen basement jams, with a feel that’s closest to the sainted Shadrack Chameleon and songs to match. The cover snap is to die for and had a buncha people in the office bringing up O-Type (!!) – a classic college loser/rock fandom vibe that perfectly fits the music, moody minor-keyed paeans to messed up love with alla the gravity of Rayne with looking glass worlds illuminated by the kinda fuzz pedals that you would have thought were all but illegal by ’78. The chops are minimal enough to get beautifully confused on occasions while the atmosphere is classic black and white suburban basement. The title track talks as tough as George Brigman’s classic Baltimore-as-urban-wasteland 1975 album, Jungle Rot and at point the street-fighting vibe is just as cranky but deep down you get the feeling that really these guys are a bunch of sweeties and Inner-City Scream is more about personal heartbreak than political highjack, even while the fuzz wails like sirens and the mistaken copyright date on the sleeve – 1968 – points to revolution in the air. Flawlessly presented with 180g vinyl and a glossy booklet with an interview, snaps and a complete historical rundown. Love this record – highly recommended!

Heather Leigh
Nightingale

Golden Lab Records ROWF-48

LP
£14.99


Stunning new amp-destroying solo pedal steel album from Heather Leigh: in the tradition of classics of the form like Fushitsusha’s The Caution Appears, the recording for Nightingale was so intense that it left no room for vocals whatsoever, and as such it stands as the premier document of the outer reaches of free pedal steel instrumentalism ever bled to wax. Recorded in Mono, direct to tape, the sounds has a dense, grainy, overloaded aspect that touches on Terry Riley’s tape-trance works while mainlining the guitar smashing part of Jimi Hendrix and pushing further into the free metal/third ear soundings that Leigh minted in collaboration with Stefan Jaworzyn as part of their Annihilating Light duo. Clusters of Takayanagi-scale tone violence flash in dense, gridlocked signatures of pure psychedelic overload, with obsessive, microtone thick motifs repeated to the point of oblivion and a raging country-billy feel that exceeds a fantasy Nanjo-produced Akiyama/Flynt summit in terms of the sound of true American Primitive. In the lineage of Sonny Sharrock, Rudolph Grey, Donald Miller and Keiji Haino, Nightingale may just be the heaviest slice of female ever channelled via savagely protesting strings and lays down a whole new now for the future of guitar as guitar. You never heard such sounds. Comes in a dazzling glammed up Richter-style sleeve with silver on black printing, edition of only 250 copies, won’t hang around for long, so make your move! Very highly recommended, naturally! 

Kevin Aprill
Sunset On An Imaginary Beach Of Latent Energy

Del Val DV-11

LP
£29.99


Staggering reissue/rediscovery of what existed only as a single-copy acetate cut in New Jersey in 1971: this discovery was so momentous that it brought the legendary Del Val label out of hibernation after 10 years (they were the first to reissue The Bachs’ sainted Out Of The Bachs in 1992) in order to make it public. It’s a revelation. Aprill was a massively bombed-out American Primitive guitarist with a vision of the sound of the cosmos and this revelatory album combines aching acoustic guitar laments with the most fucked-up drone/sound environments ever to make it out of the real people 1970s void. Aprill and partner Mary Parshelunis use vocals, guitar, mandolin, dulcimer and kazoo – albeit kazoo soaked in OTT psychedelic F/X. The first side is epic, three guitar soli excursions that match Fahey’s Days Have Gone By in terms of temporal dislocation w/heady use of F/X. But it’s the b-side that will truly blow your mind. It starts off with an insane improvisation for solo dulcimer before dropping into an almost side-long suite called “On Tour Of The Solar System” that breaks down into three ‘movements’; “Plutonian Airwaves”/Improvization Upon A Traditional Martian Scale/Rocket Waves”. You never heard such sounds: the wailing echoed kazoo is equal parts Cherry Blossoms and Richard Youngs circa New Angloid Sound while the combination of harsh noise, wowing drone work and tactile fuzz-damaged folk/punk brut somehow reconciles the communal improvisatory appeal of Taj Mahal Travellers and CCCC with a homemade UK underground/DIY ethos (think the whole Bower/Campbell/Youngs orbit) and some massively crude would-be-concrete Industrial improvisations. Just incredible. Indeed, Sunset... pretty much encompasses alla the historical strands of the Fahey back catalogue in one goddamn session. The sleeve art is just gravy too, with titles written in pen and a beautiful reproduction of the original sleeve, complete with tears and tape markings. Amazing that at this stage of the game something so completely unparalleled can still be uncovered. Wow – very highly recommended!

Merzbow
Nezumimochi

Cold Spring Records CSR-200P

Pic Disc LP + CD
£18.99


The 200th release from Cold Spring and one of the absolute highlights of recent work from Masami Akita aka Merzbow in an edition of 500 copies: Nezumimochi presents a picture disc vinyl and CD, both of which have different material, and that touches on late period Whitehouse, wretched Industrial takes on the motorik of Giorgio Moroder and the austere non-music of prime Conrad Schnitzler, all given a flamethrower production. Some of the densest/deepest ‘noise’ from Akita this side of the amazing Noisembryo here, with sudden drop cuts to pure hissing static, loops of lung-shredding vocal and a massively hypnotic, technicolour atmosphere. Some of the more minimal passages are as body invasive and brain tangling as Maryanne Amacher’s third ear soundings. A signal release from Merzbow, very highly recommended!

MV & EE
Home Comfort Sound System: UK/Europe 2012

Child Of Microtones COM-40

9xCD-R Box Set
£39.99


Massive/deluxe 9xCD-R set in an edition of only 99 copies: Home Comfort Sound System is a stunning document of the major shows they played across the UK and Europe in 2012 when they travelled with their own hand built PA sound system and analog visual environment. This is the full live Spectrasound experience for the first time ever and the results are dazzling, with massively extended shows that range from far-out navigations of the apex of the country-punk duo incarnation through almost orchestral psychedelic trio settings with Mick Flower of Flower-Corsano/Vibracathedral Orchestra et al on electric bass. Single and double disc full shows from Madrid, Manchester, Gerlesborg, Amsterdam, Campsea Ashe and Leeds. The set comes packaged in handmade fold out art packaging with every disc with its own sleeve and a beautiful 20 page book filled with interviews, photos, track notes etc. A massive labour of love and a stunning instalment in the on-going COM saga, still one of the key private/artist run imprints of the modern age. Highest possible recommendation!

MV & EE
Space Homestead

Woodsist 060

LP
£14.99


Stunning LP from the duo of Matthew Valentine and Erika Elder with a revolving cast of guest players that includes Mick Flower (Vibracathedral Orchestra/Flower-Corsano et al), Doc Dunn, Coot Moon, Asa Irons, Jeremy Earl (Woods), John Moloney (Sunburned), Rafi Bookstaber (Aswara et al), Willie Lane and J Mascis (Dinosaur Jr). Space Homestead feels like the ultimate pulling-together of a buncha conceptual threads that have run through recent MV sides, with a mix of atmospheres and production styles that best showcase the range and depth of the duo’s vision. There are haunting feedback/choralse scored for twin lap steels that mix Kraut drones with the pointillist kosmische of Scorces, acoustic barn-burners with vocals that are as narcoleptic and F/X dosed as anything on Spacemen 3’s Perfect Prescription, harmonica/jug band stomps and hollers and a buncha massively extended jams that trade rhythmic confusion for the feel of laminal environments that confuse live jams with brain-boggling studio/tape creations. Indeed, some of the heaviest tracks – “Sweet Sure Gone”, “Porchlight>Leaves” – are credited as being recorded across several studios and several time periods, giving the set a parallel Anthem Of The Sun feel, with a sidereal production style that blends hallucinatory studio spectra with bandstand rocking live jams. Best of all, MV gets plenty of solo space and by this point the arc of his trails lead all the way to a re-formulation of fuzz that owes as much to Sonny Sharrock, Ray Russell and Masayuki Takayanagi as it does to Crazy Horse and Quicksilver Messenger Service. Space Homestead feels like the apex of the MV trip to date and is very highly recommended!

Peter Brotzmann/Jason Adasiewicz
Mollie’s In The Mood

Bro Records BRO-5

LP
£31.99


Stunningly produced limited edition vinyl in a one-time only run of 600 copies with hand pulled screen printed covers on heavyweight Stoughton laser disc sleeves by Alan Sherry of SIWA: only the third LP on Bro since the label’s revival, Mollie’s In The Mood is the follow-up to the duo’s tour-only CD, Going All Fancy and it is a monster. Adasiewicz is the most original voice on the vibraphone this side of the MJQ and his playing with Brotzmann has been a revelation for both of them. Recorded live at the Hideout in Chicago in September of 2012 and engineered by Michael Ehlers, this staggering set presents three tracks, with Brotz flitting between alto and tenor sax, b-flat clarinet and tarogato. Brotz’s tone is wounded, reminiscent of the amazing Never Too Late-era, with Adasiewicz flitting between fuzzy single note batteries and clattering percussive clusters. Rather than leaning back, Brotz pushes deep into the overtones of the vibes, playing rough and pleading and testifying w/all the gospel force of a Frank Wright. The sidelong “Mollie’s In The Mood” may be the most ‘romantic’ Brotz performance of recent years, 19 minutes of pure lover man sex and outrageously beautiful black blues that are so lewdly suggestive and body centred that it makes you forget that anyone ever invented the term ‘improv’. A monster set, beautifully assembled, two musicians at the peak of their powers, very highly recommended!