Volcanic Tongue Catalogue

75 Dollar Bill
Olives In The Ears

No Label No Cat

Cassette
£8.99


Killer new limited cassette from the winning duo of Che Chen on electric guitar and Rick Brown on percussion: here the duo are joined at points by Karen Waltuch on viola, Andrew Lafkas on bass and Sue Garner on vocal and maracas. 75 Dollar Bill play extended ostrich guitar minimalism, taking the repeat-o hillbilly raunch of a Henry Flynt or even a Bill Orcutt and hypnotising it to the point of what sounds like barbed wire boogie versions of “Black Angels’ Death Song”.  Or think a headier, more raga/modal focussed Dead blat where the group have retreated into the kinda caveman minimalism of a Parson Sound. Still some of the best radical guitar minimalism on the planet right now. Limited cassette, comes with a download, very highly recommended!

Dead Gum
K-Hole As In Kellogg’s

All Gone Records No Cat

Cassette
£8.99


Great set of damaged fidelity space rock from this Greek underground project: Dead Gum play the kind of pastoral drone violence of a Flying Saucer Attack cut with the endless tremolo ascension of Heaven’s End-era Loop all cut up with interstellar broadcasts, odd communication relay samples and the kind of devouring tape automata of live Psychic TV. There are long sections of flashing keyboard work that take the Vega/Rev aesthetic to almost Nitsch-ian realms, giving the whole deal the feel of an unfolding Space Ritual. Works great on tape, love this.

Freind
Share The Joy

All Gone Records No Cat

Cassette
£8.99


Ultra-crude bled to muffled tape home-beamed alien folk narcosis from Travis Galloway: imagine Bob Desper with the kinda two-finger technique of a Weird Paul or Calvin Johnson’s Go Team and then imagine it recorded onto a caved-in condenser mic that gives everything the sound of interstellar syrup and you’re close to the kind of deeply dysfunctional non of this lonely recording. The guitar is all buzz and staggered notes and pure wow while the voice just growls in the throat somewhere in the background. Loner folk from way the fuck beyond the long blank. 

Greymouth
As You Do

All Gone Records No Cat

Cassette
£8.99


Killer return for the euphoric NZ/garage downs duo of Mark Sadgrove and Mark Anderson: both players are ex-NZ and they play the kinda dramatic post-Velvets avant garage of a Pin Group or Victor Dimisich or This Kind Of Punishment with martial guitars, desperate man vocals and nada in terms of fidelity but the slash of steel and the wind in their throats.  Other tracks sound like Daily Dance tackling the best of Pebbles with a feel for drum/guitar hypnotics that is so far past “Sister Ray” it’s Simply Saucer. Excellent, recommended. 

Johannes Rod
Free Jazz And Improvisation On Vinyl 1965-1985

Rune Grammofon RBK-2160

Hardback book
£29.99


Beautifully presented discographical guide to free jazz, fire music and improv: put together by Rod but with input from saxophonist Mats Gustafsson and Rune Kristoffersen and with an interview with Rune conducted by The Wire’s Rob Young, this necessary book pretty much eliminates the memory of alla those shoddy ‘free jazz’ books thrown together by Soul Jazz, with complete discographies for key labels like Incus, FMP, BYG/Actual, ESP-Disk and deeper, touching on Emanem, Bead, Centre Of The World, SAJ, Hat, India Navigation, ICP and many more. Each label entry has commentary (in-depth on some labels like ESP, Gustafsson on Bird Notes etc), complete discography (including scrapped/planned sides) and a gorgeous colour mid section with lots of beautiful shots of rare free jazz vinyl. A total drool fest, a necessary resource and beautifully printed in hardcover, highly recommended!

Manuel Mota
Blackie

Headlights CDH-22

CD
£12.99


Hand-numbered art edition of only 77 handmade copies of this new solo electric guitar set from Portuguese sound thinker Manuel Mota: presented with a wraparound fold out poster sleeve and hand-written postcard insert, Blackie features two live recordings of heart-stopping gravity from Mota. A little less knotty and more melodic than some previous work, Blackie sees Mota launching single shimmering notes into a void of darkness, each note shimmering in a shiver of F/X before melting into the black. There are some similarities to mid-period Loren Connors but Mota steels his guitar conceptions with the kinda blips, string wow and attention to microtonal nuance of a Derek Bailey. Think a more choral focussed Aida or an early music setting of the guitar music of the late John Fahey, and then feed it through the kinda blasted emotional territory of a Hisato Higuchi and you’re at least in the same universe. Very beautiful, highly recommended!

Misplaced Cult Of Balvack
Clochnahill

Les Enfants Du Paradiddle ENF-63

CD-R
£6.99


New self-released mystery zone album from this underground drone faction with connections to Alan Davidson of Aberdeen’s Kitchen Cynics: dedicated to the memory of the poet Robert Burns and his father William Burnes (there’s a setting of Burns’ “Cock Up Your Beaver”) Misplaced Cult Of Bavarick features a series of deep folk-blasted ritual drone workings that match zoned wordless vocals and oracular broadcasts with the kind of Moungod atmospherics of Ghost circa Temple Stone. Features alchemical “Cynical Mixes” alongside re-thinks of almost Harvest-scale progressive tonefloat. 

Pip Proud
A Fraying Space

Em Records No Cat

LP
£16.99


Beautifully assembled compilation, put together by Proud’s biographer David Nichols, including tracks reissued for the very first time: during the 1960s, in a particularly satisfying example of major label madness, the late Australian poet and singer-songwriter Pip Proud was signed to Polydor for a couple of folk albums that combined a blunt and expressive self-taught guitar style with an approach to self-revelation that stood in total opposition to any form of artifice whatsoever.  Re-discovered in 1995, Proud went on to release a clutch of discs that reflected the terrible ups and downs of his own life including Catch A Cherub, a duo with Tom Carter of Charalambides that he completed before a stroke rendered him blind and unable to play the guitar.  Lyrically, Proud veers between heart-breaking optimism in the face of everything that has conspired against him through scabrous nihilism and these amazing recordings sound as if they could have been recorded anytime during the 20th century, with solo tracks that cross primitive Syd Barrett/Madcap-isms, a frailer take on the vocal stylings of Pete Perrett and radical settings of avant rock that capture the VU-worshipping Shadow Ring sound circa “Interstellar Overdrive” combined with a haunted desperate man appeal that could almost pass for unreleased cylinder recordings by Jandek. Absolutely amazing, a window into a singular musical universe, features an inner sleeve with liner notes by Nichols and lyrics, very highly recommended! 

Pip Proud
A Fraying Space

Em Records No Cat

CD
£16.99


Beautifully assembled compilation, put together by Proud’s biographer David Nichols, including tracks reissued for the very first time: during the 1960s, in a particularly satisfying example of major label madness, the late Australian poet and singer-songwriter Pip Proud was signed to Polydor for a couple of folk albums that combined a blunt and expressive self-taught guitar style with an approach to self-revelation that stood in total opposition to any form of artifice whatsoever.  Re-discovered in 1995, Proud went on to release a clutch of discs that reflected the terrible ups and downs of his own life including Catch A Cherub, a duo with Tom Carter of Charalambides that he completed before a stroke rendered him blind and unable to play the guitar.  Lyrically, Proud veers between heart-breaking optimism in the face of everything that has conspired against him through scabrous nihilism and these amazing recordings sound as if they could have been recorded anytime during the 20th century, with solo tracks that cross primitive Syd Barrett/Madcap-isms, a frailer take on the vocal stylings of Pete Perrett and radical settings of avant rock that capture the VU-worshipping Shadow Ring sound circa “Interstellar Overdrive” combined with a haunted desperate man appeal that could almost pass for unreleased cylinder recordings by Jandek. Absolutely amazing, a window into a singular musical universe, CD features three bonus tracks and a 20-page book with liners by Nichols and lyrics by Proud, very highly recommended!

Quilt Boy
No Problem Too Big

All Gone Records No Cat

Cassette
£8.99


Another great set from Quilt Boy: here we get the kinda lonely power tape crying of a Sentridoh crossed with what could almost have been a demo tape that fell into a vat of oil outback of the Takoma HQ circa 1968. Beautiful, ornate drug ballad styles cut with a home-baked weirdo edge. Recommended. 

Quilt Boy
Tom Tape

All Gone Records No Cat

Cassette
£8.99


Weirdo tape work, environmental sound and un-identifiable, almost Sick Llama-isms from Quilt Boy, segueing into what could almost be a Shimmy Disc boot of unheard Manson Family Jams complete with massed vocals, acoustic guitar and reality-warping F/X.

Quilt Boy
You And Your Baby Need Food

All Gone Records No Cat

Cassette
£8.99


Great set of fully-illuminated toytown garage folk with high vocals that are pure Wimple Winch (circa “Bluebell Wood”) over the kind of keyboard, toys and guitar stylings that would launch em out on waves of Familiar Ugly-plays-teen-TV-themes-of-the-1960s. Magical. 

Roachclip
Calmer In This Town

Quemada Records 010

7"
£8.99


Great set of teen-punking organ-driven garage folk from this big VT fave: here Roachclip manifest the full band quartet sound with Heath Moreland of Fag Tapes/Sick Llama on organ. The sound matches Rising Storm/Music Machine/Pebbles style bandstand rocking with an almost Kim Fowley circa Outrageous swagger before tunnels of hypnotic keyboard and guitar push the overload into post-Sweet Sister Ray vectors. Fantastic. The flip comes over like Jim Shepard circa Picking Through The Wreckage With A Stick cut as a demo by Spacemen 3 circa “Walking With Jesus”. Highly recommended!

Roy Montgomery
Inroads: New And Collected Works

Rebis 010

2xCD
£13.99


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*.

Thurston Moore & Margarida Garcia
The Rust Within Their Throats

Headlights LPH-21

LP
£21.99


Stunning new limited edition LP on Portuguese avant guitarist Manuel Mota’s private imprint in an edition of only 299 copies that pitches the mile-deep bass stylings of Portuguese bassist Margarida Garcia against Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth’s electric guitar: this is one of the most radically styling of free improvised face-offs from Thurston in an age, with Garcia’s incredible earth-shuddering electric bass stylings evacuating all sorts of doomy sonic sub-spectra that opens up a weird vortex that is part classic guitar-smashing EVOL-style improv, part avant cosmo gobbling ala the tactile string work of Dumitrescu or the early music sawing of a Third Ear Band and part the kinda naked on the lip of the void free jazz drone of the classic Barefoot In The Head side cut with Sauter and Dietrich. Thurston plays in a textural style but with a whole lot of actual bite, drumming up venomous string combinations and hovering over halos of electricity while Garcia sounds like she is burrowing her bass straight through the floor, creating the kinda polmorphously perverse shapes that suggest deep, organic activity. But really this one feels like the between song jams of the EVOL years extended to the point of full free compositional motherlode, with a psychedelic depth that could almost be Tokyo. Love this, beautifully packaged, very highly recommended!

Torlesse Super Group
s/t

Rebis 011

CD
£10.99


Warehouse find of this album cut by the New Zealand duo of Roy Montgomery and Nick Guy: recorded 2004-2007 at the Port Company Lounge of Lyttelton Museum and in a bunch of Guy’s flats, Torlesse Super Group works as a beautiful showcase for the xtended, bleary post-Velvets drug damaged sound of Montgomery’s electric guitar, moving from endless blissed wave of ululating fuzz over beatbox damage through the kinda epic scorch that would marry the modal furies of Eight Miles High-era Byrds with an out-of-focus Blue Humans w/a proto-Grouper approach to euphoric fidelity. 

Anton Heyboer
Rules Of The Universe

Kye #25

2xLP
£23.99


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

Amazing double LP that fully documents the span of Dutch visual artist Anton Heyboer’s audio works for the first time: Heyboer’s reputation as a visionary visual primitivist, print maker, holy fool and life-long bohemian is secure but his challenging soundworks remain a fringe part of his oeuvre, thanks in no small part to EMI’s trashing of their run of his sole 1976 LP She And She As One. Still, the Heyboer Foundation released a trickle of CDs and CD-Rs throughout the 1990s culminating in this, a beautifully presented and fully authorised double LP set compiled by Graham Lambkin (The Shadow Ring et al) that bundles the cream of the CDs with previously unreleased material. This is raw, personal, extremely intimate song and sound art, with an atmosphere that is directly comparable to Jandek’s singular Put My Dream On This Planet recording, with a similar automatic/dark personal reverie feel as Heyboer sings to himself about life and death and vision direct to tape while accompanying himself on radically non-tuned guitar, lonesome harmonica and harmonium. Imagine an art brut recording of an outdoor Hermann Nitsch/Jandek live jam with nothing but the sound of the wind in their ears and the occasional stray dog for accompaniment, channelling the level of cosmic heartbreak that would marry Gavin Bryars’ Jesus Blood Never Failed Me Yet with a wild Jack Smith-signs-Bob Desper appeal. Amazing crude minimal guitar dunt, post-Abe/Dylan harmonica vistas, heavenly chord organ blues, this is just an amazing, super-personal document of the sound of a human being speaking in tongues in the face of the goddamn void. Simply stunning, comes with a full-colour poster, highest possible recommendation!

Good Area
Cubic Zirconia/Bad Karlshafen

Kye #707

7”
£8.99


Edition of 300 copies 7” from this amazing Philadelphia-based avant/WTF duo: building on their debut Kye LP and recent cassettes, Cubic Zirconia crosses domestic field recordings, intimations of bedroom space and an approach to form/fidelity and collapsing universe dynamics that could almost be The Decayes. Amidst the sound of DIY trash rituals and classic clanging guitars ala Slugfuckers/Shadow Ring there is some twisted brass that sounds like someone swallowing a Donald Ayler solo while six strings re-think Rudolph Grey’s roadblock axe style. But the whole thing is squoze through the kind of blunt/blurry fidelity that makes it seem almost hermetically loaded. Still, nothing remotely like these two, ultimately, and this is another premier side of outward bound sound. Very highly recommended. 

Good Area
French Antarctica

Kye #24

LP
£16.99


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


Beautifully perplexing debut album from this Philadelphia-based duo on Graham Lambkin’s Kye imprint: Lambkin compares Good Area’s endlessly wayward guitar/beatbox/cornet/room sound jams to “bastions of shoe-box cassette culture” and NWW-listers like The Decayes and Semool as well as Vanity recording artists like Nishimura Alimoti and they certainly orbit the more cracked ‘beyond technique’ modes of the sub-underground. French Antarctica consist of one constantly mutating jam across two sides of wax that combines the kind of fractured atonal guitar and room sound riffing of one of Derek Bailey’s letter-cassettes with heroic non-musicianly chops that are somewhere between Royal Trux circa “Strawberry Soda Pop” and Slugfuckers. The mangled cornet is resolutely ‘post’ Cosey Fanni Tutti while the crude beatbox-isms give it a weird sci-fi appeal that is true teen scientist. As the piece unfolds the guitar gets into some wilting six string barbarism before its interrupted by an advert or a public information broadcast or some kind of television overspill before the microphone pulls back and the sound of the room comes flooding in. Suddenly you’re perched on the end of a bed, in a small room in nowhere USA crying straight to tape in the dark. Nothing remotely like it, with an equally confounding sleeve and insert, feels entirely appropriate that it would have some kind of historical link with The Shadow Ring. One of the premier left-field releases of the year – highly recommended!

Graham Lambkin
Came To Call Mine

Penultimate Press No Cat

Art Book
£18.99


Stunning new full colour art book, the latest beautiful presentation of the visual/text work of Graham Lambkin (The Shadow Ring/Kye et al) from Penultimate Press: 108 pages on gorgeous art paper with the right hand pages reproducing Lambkin’s paintings that cross a weird kinda of bio/dystopian future malaise feel with strange wildlife, mythic creatures and natural process sprung to mutant half-life. Accompanying each painting are short prose-poems that read like gnomic modern fables or surreal children’s stories, further bolstering the mythic future folk appeal. The run of art books by Lambkin from Penultimate has been uniformly revelatory but for my bucks this is the highlight of the set, an art book, a collection of short stories, an hallucinatory novelette, with art that touches on vectors as diffuse as Wassily Kandinsky and Rudolf Bauer while remaining quintessentially Lambkin. “For tailors and dummies and sons, and grocers, bakers, road sweepers and plums.” Very highly recommended. 

Half High
Shapeless Advice

Altered States Tapes AST-035

7”
£8.99


New jams from the inspired Australian underground duo of Lucy Phelan (Naked On The Vague/Lucy Cliche et al) and Matthew Hopkins (Naked On The Vague/Vincent Under The Sink/The Bowles et al): even less corporeal than their recent LP on RIP Society, Shapeless Advice is a beautiful slice of shimmering holy music, with disembowelled drones giving way to moments of slow-burning harmonic hallucination in a way that directly parallels Mirror’s alchemical use of field recordings and sigilised electronics. The flip is particularly malevolent, with a minimal organic pulse beat that feels supremely unsettling up against background hums and deep dark space in a way that comes over like a minimal wave derive through Current 93’s In Menstrual Night. Excellent. 

Manuel Mota
Sings

Headlights CDH-11

CD
£15.99


Mota is an improvising guitarist from Lisbon who works emotive improvised magic from six strings with only the ghost of a Derek Bailey influence. Sings is a self-released album featuring nine solo guitar pieces – no singing – that have an up-close, intimate personality, tying up sighing melodies and cross-wired harmonics with gentle tweaks of string and the occasional blue note. Some of the more lunar playing here seems to pick up where Loren Mazzacane left off on his ‘big band’ record, Come Night, but Mota is even more involuted than Loren, his playing style almost a drawing-in as much as a teasing-out. Still, each piece feels like a full investigation of the guitar, fuelled by an inquisitive, exploratory logic that is just as open to straightahead tonal and melodic statement as it is to tying the whole thing up in a ball of twonk. Excellent.

Margarida Garcia
The Leaden Echo

Headlights LPH-18

one-sided LP
£21.99


Portugese bassist Margarida Garcia remains one of the most distinctive improvising voices on her instrument even as she moves well beyond contemporary improv praxis with an umbilical that runs deep into the contemporary psychedelic underground. This new LP, released in an edition of only 200 copies on guitarist Manuel Mota’s Headlights imprint, sees her exploring some darkly dramatic arco drone space with enough F/X to sink the Titanic. The territory is murky, sub-aqueous, giving the nod to her recent collaboration with Marcia Bassett (Zaimph et al) while moving into the kind of occult headspace previously occupied by Tokyo zonesters like Toho Sara, Keiji Haino’s Nijiumu et al. There’s a magisterial arc to the sonics that means it has as much to do with Conrad Schnitzler’s mile-high cello work on the first Tangerine Dream album as it does with William Parker and the way she bridges huge gulfs of silence with distant tectonic fragments and single weighted notes will have you lining this up next to Yasushi Ozawa’s Some Fragments Of Bass Performance for maximum drone dislocation. Recommended. 

Sachiko & Rinji Fukuoka
Void

Musik Atlach MACDR-001

CD
£10.99


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. 

Astor
Inland

Kye #26

LP
£17.99


Edition of 400 copies LP from Mark Harwood and Maja Larsson aka Astor: using tapes, bells, gongs, piano, autoharp, TV, organ and dry ice pellets, Inland takes inspiration from Gerard Murnane’s 1988 novel of the same name, creating an ever-shifting paranoiac landscape that trades instrumental detail for inchoate visionings of atmosphere and place. This is DIY concrete music in the tradition of the early United Dairies label or thinkers like Christoph Heemann and Timo Van Luijk, moving from malevolent granular drones and huffing textural chorales before jump-cutting to low-level orchestral fireworks and the kind of aural confusion that could almost pass for a hi-fi/hi-brow Sick Llama. Excellent. 

Dry Mouth
Gone Troppo

Vir Rash VR-13

7"
£8.99


Massive F/X damaged follow-up to their Albert’s Basement cassette from this Melbourne duo: less crude cosmo psych and more midnight mirrorshades phantom, Gone Troppo sees the group mainlining the kind of ghostly narcotic post-Velvets jams of a Simply Saucer while all sorts of synth noise and dub-scale quakes threaten to loose it from the planet altogether. The second side is particularly deep, with a sound that somehow reconnects the flatline drone dream of groups like Sandoz Lab Technicians with thousand mile visions of the sounds of machines singing to themselves at the bottom of the ocean. Singular and recommended. 

Matthew P. Hopkins
Vent

Penultimate Press PP-9

LP
£15.99


Beautiful new solo LP from Australian underground stalwart Matthew Hopkins, a member of Naked On The Vague, Vincent Over The Sink, The Bowles and Half High: Vent was originally released as a micro-edition CD-R and it’s a massively potent work that combines the semi-static drone work of his previous Nocturnes LP with all sorts of luminous low-level detail including distant wraiths of classical tone ala William Basinski, odd concrete compositions that use crude sonorities and home recorded effluvia as ways of animating interior landscapes, compositions for distant bells and keyboards that would somehow reconcile the hallucinatory arctic wastelands of Thomas Koner with the faraway visioning of Andrew Chalk and the Industrial tectonics of Organum... imagine a screwed and chopped take on the DIY impossibles of Vincent Over The Sink or imagine a heartbroken Prats recording a homemade drone requiem with nothing but cassette recorders, voice and random domestic appliances. Inexplicably moving, intersecting with the whole Kye/Krefting/Melchior tape music cabal while taking it somewhere else altogether, contemporary devotional music with a puzzling hermetic edge and a heady emotional undercurrent. Absolutely love this, beautifully packaged too, very highly recommended!

Moniek Darge
Crete Soundies

Kye 06

CD
£8.99


Atmospheric new collection of field recordings, installations and area sonorities from Moniek Darge, all captured on the island of Crete and released by Graham Lambkin: "Kye is pleased to announce the release of Crete Soundies, the major new work by Moniek Darge, and the follow-up to last years Soundies (1980-2001) CD. Crete Soundies presents three new pieces -- Magnesia (2006), Anemos (2007) and East Crete (2008-2009). These works were born from two years of Levka Ori sound research, and an additional year in east Crete in collaboration with fellow sound artist Francoise Vanhecke. Moniek Darge was born in Bruges, 1952 and studied music theory and violin at the Music Conservatory of Bruges, painting at the Ghent Royal Academy of Fine Arts; Art History, Philosophy and Anthropology at the University of Ghent, Belgium. She is active as composer, violinist, performer and audio artist and has built light and soundsculptures, installations, musical instruments and for many years has been constructing a series of alternative music boxes, with which she also performs. Darge has specialised in both soundscapes and live-art performances in which visual and musical aspects are combined and in interactional improvisation on violin. Since 1970 she has performed around the world and has been active on stage, first with the Logos Ensemble, then with Logos Duo (together with Godfired-Willem Raes), and more recently with the M&M robot ensemble. She also founded Logos Women, a small group specialised in intermedia improvisations performing their own compositions for various instruments, voices and music boxes. Crete Soundies comes housed in 6-panel digipak, in an edition of 500, and is released with the support of the Flemish Government." - KYE.

The Shadow Ring
Remains Unchanged

Kye #21

2xLP
£19.99


Last copies of the massively anticipated double LP retrospective from this legendary UK underground group featuring Graham Lambkin, Darren Harris and Tim Goss: Remains Unchanged presents all completely unreleased material from the two - almost mutually unrecognisable - phases of this group’s unlikely non-career. Originally hailing from Folkestone, their early records – City Lights, Put The Music In Its Coffin – are unique in the history of UK DIY in the way that they combined obsessive diaristic monotony and resolutely no-chops instrumentalism w/a particularly English brand of surrealism in order to create a totally compulsive and uniquely expressive soundworld. Vocalist Darren Harris could read the goddamn phone book and he would make it sound oddly gripping and slightly unnerving and the first two sides of this collection present some great Harris moments, mining out-takes from the City Lights, Put The Music In Its Coffin, Some Of Us 7”, Wax Work Echoes and Hold Onto I.D. sessions recorded 1993-1996. The music sounds startlingly original, with acoustic guitars played percussively, bowing and squeaking melodies and those vocals providing some of the most unlikely reportage from the fringes of nowhere England outside of The Fall. The second LP focuses more on the band’s later less-vocally obsessed electronic incarnation, where the loneliness and surreal/inane domesticity that they pushed to the fore in the early records gives way to a more overtly lonely and alienated soundworld, with grey washes of synth and deconstructed song-forms that go well beyond the long blank, moving from the bedsit setting of the early records out to the bleak coast of England, where the water and the waves fade into the same dismal hues of England in the rain and for a little while at least Folkestone became the DIY equivalent of Warszawa. This set works as both the perfect introduction to their hermetic soundworld and as the ultimate bookending collection for anyone who has ever enjoyed a deep personal relationship to this amazing group over the years. Like Harry Pussy and The Dead C, The Shadow Ring created their own universe through restriction, necessity and intuitive inspiration and although they sound nothing like the aforementioned bands their legacy is every bit as important. Still one of the most inexplicably great groups to come out of the modern underground, nothing else sounds remotely like them. The set comes with a great gatefold sleeve featuring classic snaps of our heroes sitting round in depressing living rooms or in suburban back gardens, drinking cheap beer and looking downtrodden. Also comes with a great, huge full-colour poster of the group ‘in action’ in the bedsit of your dreams. We’ll be framing ours. Highest possible recommendation! Sold out at source.

Various Artists
Yesterday, Perhaps: Songs Of The Kitchen Cynics

Les Enfants Du Paradiddle ENF-100

LP + CD
£16.99


Fantastic compilation celebrating over a quarter century of legendary one-man Scottish psych-folk/DIY project The Kitchen Cynics: Yesterday, Perhaps sees a host of contemporary heads playing tribute to the song-writing genius of Alan Davidson and the line-up is pretty dazzling. Josephine Foster turns in a striking, high-wire reading off “Winter In Her Bones” while Tom Rapp’s (of ESP-Disk recording artists Pearls Before Swine) apocalyptic reading of “Richard In Bedlam” is a mind-blower. Alasdair Roberts takes “The Horseman’s Word” as a full on ritual psych blaster while Kathleen Baird’s “Lichen” is pure heartbreak. P.G. Six takes “The Heroine, Jane Whyte”, Sharron Kraus sings “When Father Hanged The Children”, Jeffrey Alexander sings “Restless Morning” and there are also tracks from Major Matt Mason USA, Adam Leonard, Adrian Crowley and Rory McIntyre. The set comes with a bonus CD that replicates the album in full but that also includes all the original Kitchen Cynics versions alongside them. A fantastic celebration of one of the last bastions of home-grown DIY psych in Scotland, highly recommended. 

Pumice
Worldwide Gullet

Nyali Recordings 5

CD-R
£7.99


Dunno how Nyali Recordings do it but as anyone who picked up their phenomenal Masami Kawaguchi New Rock Syndicate CD-R will tell you, they consistently succeed in scoring the best material from whoever it is they’re working with. This time round it’s Stefan Neville aka Pumice, with a collection of unreleased radio sessions from around the world that is so perfectly balanced between classic NZ/Flying Nun singer-songwriter-isms and blasted Dead C/Fushitsusha style black hole rock that it’ll have you lining up your King Loser wax before you’re even halfway done. Neville is one of only a handful of performers on the planet – Wooden Wand, Jeremy Earl, Alastair Galbraith – that is capable of combing classic songwriting moves and a feel for higher-minded melody with the aesthetics of scorch, invigorating the singer/songwriter blueprint with a ton of outside junk, with warped fidelity, Dictaphone hymns and mangled feedback instants co-habiting with great, great songs just like they used to ‘back in the day’. Worldwide Gullet draws on tracks from Neville’s last bunch of recordings – Pebbles and Quo - and also includes a buncha covers, two Gfrenzy tracks and one by CJA, both unreleased in Pumice form. Also included are a string of tracks labeled “etc” which Neville describes as “traditional extended live Pumice variations for endless cassette and intercom. Super fans might notice loops from albums being reused and buried in amongst those.” Some of the songs are so blasted that the only real comparison is early This Kind Of Punishment or even Galbraith’s Morse LP. Cross that with instrument destruction that’s as nod-out beautiful as any Dead C fade-out and you’ve got the go-to Pumice album of choice. Hand-numbered edition of 107 copies. Highly recommended.  

Desmadrados Soldados De Ventura
Thinkin’ Game – Live Europe 2014

No Label No Cat

4xCassette Box Set
£14.99


Massive bootleg –style live box set that documents the cream of the big band performances that Nick Mitchell’s UK guitar army cut while marauding across Europe in an edition of only 50 copies in moulded plastic boxes: five shows in full here that range from gridlocked Musica Transonic-style massed head ascensions through the kinda omni-directional all-soloing at once style of prime Vermonster: Basel, Switzerland; Amsterdam, Netherlands; Paris, France; Reading, UK and Antwerp, Belgium. Something about the fidelity is just perfect on this, with the kind of black hole-dense singularity of Nanjo Asahito’s legendary La Musica cassettes – highly recommended!

Ensemble Economique
Melt Into Nothing

Denovali DEN-200

LP
£18.99


Another great set of avant classical drones, whispered half-songs and otherworldly sonics from one half of Starving Weirdos, Mr Brian Pyle: six tracks that work hallucinatory amalgams of haunted machine noise, brokedown codes, industrial rhythms and the kind of miasmic, organic flesh/metal constructs of a more epic Maurizio Bianchi into mile-deep hymns to disembodied angel tones and washes of body-gnostic electricity. Some of the more vaguely ‘song based’ work here marks a major step forward, moving from soft, repeat keyboard hallucinations that could almost be Anima Sound tape-delayed by William Basinski to the kind of euphoric ascensions that are straight out of the Matthew Bower school of extreme altered states. Ensemble Economique beautifully reconcile an arcing, almost modern classical grace with a brain-pounding underground feel and a narcotic pop music vibe and this is another massive instalment. Comes with a download code.

Ensemble Economique
Melt Into Nothing

Denovali DEN-200

CD
£14.99


Another great set of avant classical drones, whispered half-songs and otherworldly sonics from one half of Starving Weirdos, Mr Brian Pyle: six tracks that work hallucinatory amalgams of haunted machine noise, brokedown codes, industrial rhythms and the kind of miasmic, organic flesh/metal constructs of a more epic Maurizio Bianchi into mile-deep hymns to disembodied angel tones and washes of body-gnostic electricity. Some of the more vaguely ‘song based’ work here marks a major step forward, moving from soft, repeat keyboard hallucinations that could almost be Anima Sound tape-delayed by William Basinski to the kind of euphoric ascensions that are straight out of the Matthew Bower school of extreme altered states. Ensemble Economique beautifully reconcile an arcing, almost modern classical grace with a brain-pounding underground feel and a narcotic pop music vibe and this is another massive instalment.

Isengrind
Underflesh

Was Ist Das? Was-02

Cassette
£8.99


Edition of only 100 copies cassette from Solange Gularte, one half of enigmatic French folk/psych duo Natural Snow Buildings: released to coincide with the group’s 2014 tour, Underflesh exists somewhere between Hosianna Mantra-era Popol Vuh, the sunbleached acid folk of Linda Perhacs and the haunted European exploitation soundtracks of the late Jean Rollin, with an impossibly ancient and otherworldly atmosphere married to future synth stylings and visions of Europe endless. Recommended. 

Marc Barreca
Twilight

Palace Of Lights POL-05/3000

LP
£14.99


Warehouse find of original, sealed copies of this amazing 1980 private press underground side by Marc Barreca: Twilight has been characterised as a ‘new age synth’ private, alongside titans of the form like JD Emmanuel’s Wizards, but it feels like a fairly cursory description of the jaw-dropping range of sonics within and might have more to do with the cover art by Rosalie Barreca than the actual music. Barreca does make extensive use of synth stylings but he also uses a lot of ‘incidental’ instruments and treatments as well as guest spots for saxophone and prepared guitar.
So what is it really like? Think a low-key doom-laden Charalambides/Scorces session where they were using brokedown beatboxes ala Tolerance and dead synth tones in order to more effectively channel the sound of the American night. There are aspects of Jim Shepard/Vertical Slit’s bloodyminded basement noise, swooning sliding strings and lunar treatments that touch on Ash Ra circa Schwingungen or the Fripp/Eno jams, zoned chains and drones sections that come over like a hyper-tactile Aube before we move into the kind of interstellar sax/keyboard work that touches on the Riley/Baker flights. On the flip there are loops of haunted subliminal vocals and cries of joy slowly fed into a phasing black hole (think a more heavens-focussed Nord or even Gary Kail/Slava Ranko) while almost Ora/Mirror style field recordings vibrate in the distance. Add in some genuinely lonely synth chorales and vague, distant guitar instrumentals and the satellites are truly spinning. The final track, “Industrial Landscape”, does exactly what it says on the tin, channelling metal automata and smokescreens of heavy drone in order to birth the sound of the future. Supremely lonely, out of time, with a classic basement weirdo atmosphere and some truly malevolent instrumental stylings, this is the black nightmare sound counterpoint to Wizards and one of the off-the-map classic of the early 80s private press scene. So make your move, very highly recommended, won’t see these again!

Mike Rep And Friends
Darby Creek Drifter

540 Records

LP
£16.99


Brand new LP from legendary Midwest underground hero Mike Rep: Rep, alongside buddies like Jim Shepard, Tommy Jay, Ron House, Don Howland and Nudge Squidfish, pretty much invented American basement rock/roll DIY via his work with The Quotas and True Believers and his New Age and Old Age/No Age imprints and he was one of the first to fully take rock/roll at its word, coming out of fandom to release some of the most purely focussed avant garage of any age. Darby Creek Drifter presents a series of beautiful new recordings from Rep that range across Velvet Underground covers (a tear-choking version of “Pale Blue Eyes”) through the kinda blasted folk/country of Tommy Jay’s classic Tall Tales Of Trauma. With a cast of many, many friends Rep transmutes Lou Reed-style drug ballads, stoned Michael Hurley-esque slow-mo folk, beautiful paeans to last stands before oblivion and the kinda intuitive grasp of rock/roll form that could easily be a Peter Laughner or Perrett. Another great one from Rep and a necessary addition to the Columbus, Ohio shelf. Very highly recommended. 

Section Urbane
The Final Program

540 Records 540-040

7” EP
£7.99


Cool reissue of these Australian post-Velvets murder punk’s only 7” EP: The Final Program originally came out in 1984 and while it touches on the kinda scorch then paint-peeling Oz basements – Victims/Scientists et al – Section Urbane had a much more UK-inflected DIY sound, giving the nod to everyone from Joy Division to the Manchester Musician’s Collective as well as the sound of up-tight NY. Mo Tucker drums, pulsing melodic bass, a cranky guitar attack that feels like a plukey UK bedroom cousin of Chrome’s deformed avant garage attack... this is the perfect sound of aggressively formulated teenage non. Previously known as Just Urbaine, Section Urbane represents their attempt at future-proofing the jams by removing any signs of wack or quirk and just mainlining the goddamn chord solos across classic no-nothing tracks like “I’d Rather Stay Home And Watch TV” while a track like “Goddess” catches the Just>Section dynamic in all of its oiky zit-covered Venus In Furs splendour. File this one on your creaking Oz shelf as the sound of Australia’s dreaming. Highly recommended. 

Spacemen 3
Live At The New Morning, Geneva, Switzerland, 18/5/89

Mental Groove Records MG-099

LP
£18.99


First time ever on vinyl for this legendary Spacemen 3 show, originally a revered bootleg cassette passed between heads: I was guitar tech for Spacemen 3 on the Scottish leg of their 1989 tour and can testify to the power of a front line experience of the group at the absolute height of their powers and the set list pretty much matches my memory of the shows at the time. The recording quality here is perfect, with enough fuzz damage to anchor their way-out orbits of free jazz form and post-MC5 testifying to sleazy rock traditions while the highlight here – and the most legendary part of the performance - is their epic side-long destructo psych reading of “Suicide” where they taped the keys down on the keyboard while they nipped back stage to get loaded and then reappeared to take the track to a whole new level of ecstatic ascension.  Over on the flip you get dazzling psychotic drug-damaged rips through primo material like “Rollercoaster”, “Things Will Never Be The Same”, “Take Me To The Other Side”, “Starship”, “Bo Diddley Jam” and “Revolution”. The key live document of one of the all-time great UK underground groups at the peak of their powers, on vinyl at last. Highly recommended.

The Clean
Anthology

Merge MRG-220

4xLP Box Set
£41.99


Insane, beautiful career-spanning set in a hard slipcase that gathers virtually everything from this legendary New Zealand underground group: this one has it all, running from the “Tally Ho!” debut through the Boodle Boodle Boodle and Great Sounds Great EPs in full, with raggedy 4-track recordings by Chris Knox of legendary material like “Getting Older”, “Anything Could Happen” and “Point That Thing Somewhere Else”. Then we have the great post-hiatus LPs, Vehicle, Modern Rock and Unknown Country as well as bonus tracks that appeared on 7”s and flexi-discs. This is the true motherlode, the blueprint for the NZ garage sound bled straight to tape and one of the great, original groups at the absolute apex of their form. Highly recommended. 

The Clean
Anthology

Merge MRG-220

2xCD
£16.99


Insane, beautiful career-spanning set in a hard slipcase that gathers virtually everything from this legendary New Zealand underground group: this one has it all, running from the “Tally Ho!” debut through the Boodle Boodle Boodle and Great Sounds Great EPs in full, with raggedy 4-track recordings by Chris Knox of legendary material like “Getting Older”, “Anything Could Happen” and “Point That Thing Somewhere Else”. Then we have the great post-hiatus LPs, Vehicle, Modern Rock and Unknown Country as well as bonus tracks that appeared on 7”s and flexi-discs. This is the true motherlode, the blueprint for the NZ garage sound bled straight to tape and one of the great, original groups at the absolute apex of their form. Highly recommended.

The Slowmotions
Operation Anagram/Panic And Spoiler

540 Records 540-024

7” EP
£5.99


Crude destructo punk moves from Japan that marry west coast USA scorch, classic almost Gonn-scale Pebbles raunch and a scrappy UK punk vibe all filtered through the bloody-minded all excess style of the Japanese underground. A co-release with HG Fact, the label that brought us Corrupted.

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!

Ego Summit
The Room Isn’t Big Enough

540 Records 540-036

LP
£18.99


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

Cool exact replica reissue of this legendary Columbus, Ohio supergroup blow-out from 1997, featuring the late Jim Shepard (V3/Vertical Slit), Michael Hummel (Mike Rep & The Quotas), Tommy Jay, Ron House (Great Plains/Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments) and Don Howland (Gibson Brothers/Bassholes). This massive slab pretty much laid down the blueprint for a whole new brand of idiosyncratically destroyed DIY punk/folk/blues with a bunch of hard thinking loners channelling a whole heap of verging-on-sociopathic alienation, cheap beer and as serious as your life poetry with all of the disembowelling formal fury and no-fi aesthetic of The Dead C, Half Japanese and Hasil Adkins. The individual voices are instantly recognisable. Shepard plays some scabrous no-fi blues with visions of apocalyptic American culture – Paul Simon & Edie Brickell’s wedding night, pictures of Zoot Horn Rollo – populating the kind of outlaw balladry of a Peter Laughner or Roky Erickson. Tommy Jay’s vocals are unmistakable and he catches that perfect basement psychedelic/rural feel that lit up his classic Tall Tales Of Trauma LP. Mike Rep brings the punk blasters, Ron House power crys over the whole damn deal and Howland comes over like a gut-bucket Iggy & The Stooges. That no one fucking bothered to follow the trails is our own dumb luck. The LP was later parodied/given tribute by the Ego Plummet supergroup, with members of Son Of Earth/Wooden Wand et al but this is the source. The ultimate document of the whole Columbus under-the-counter-culture scene. Highly recommended.

Justin Lieberman & C. Spencer Yeh
Object Lessons

What The…? Records 008

Picture Disc LP
£10.99


Collaboration between Spencer Yeh of Burning Star Core and artist Justin Lieberman, that Yeh describes as combining their love of “sound poetry, psychedelic rock, Japanese scum noise and Japanese psychedelic rock.” There’s also a more conceptual/absurdist cultural critique running through many of these tracks, using samples of voices, advertising inanities and surrealist interventions in a way that - at points - comes across as a more psychedelic Residents. The whole deal is beautifully packaged with the picture disc wrapped in a full-colour gatefold sleeve. Edition of 250 copies.

Michael Flower and Neil Campbell
Wharf Cat

Golden Lab Records RWOF-40

CD + 7” + Art Book
£16.99


Massive new album/single/art book from the heavy-meta UK underground duo of Michael Flower and Neil Campbell of drone legends Vibracathedral Orchestra in a hand-numbered edition of only 250 copies: the set is housed in a beautiful heavyweight 20 page screen printed book of ‘live drawings’ to the music by Manchester illustrator Lucy Jones. The music is amazing, dropping from torrential storms of barbed wire post-Velvets drone violence into amorphous ascensions and triumphal slow-motion synth blats as Campbell welds the Astral Social Club-approach to automating ecstasies to Flower’s metal ragas. This is the apex of the VU bootlegs sound advanced to an actual working strategy, taking off on the gridlocked levitating style of “Sweet Sister Ray” before re-formatting  fourth world ritual music as a conduit for Northern white boy punk via blistered fingers and the kind of technicolour string osmosis of a phantom Michio Kurihara/Manuel Gottsching duo. Indeed, the title would seem to imply the kinda DIY bedroom-isms brought to the point of almost Dead-scale revelation that the sonics propose, with the feel of the warp and woof of rock form slowly, teasingly, being rendered apart. A timely blat of post-MacLise amplifier worship from two of the hardest omming psychonauts to come out of the UK DIY psych/noise underground. A true labour of love, very highly recommended!

Wolf Eyes
Live Brooklyn

American Tapes AM-Tour

CD-R
£8.99


Staggering limited live album from the new Wolf Eyes trio: Wolf Eyes have been blowing minds on the bandstand of late and this is a vital document of the genre-gobbling ferocity of the new line-up, moving from almost VU-style ‘rock’ through zones of brainy AACM-style free jazz confusion, cultic, almost Silence-era monochord lurch and low-level cracked electronics. Still light years ahead of anyone else, very highly recommended!

Wolf Eyes
Live Germany

American Tapes AM-Tour

CD-R
£8.99


Staggering limited live album from the new Wolf Eyes trio: Wolf Eyes have been blowing minds on the bandstand of late and this is a vital document of the genre-gobbling ferocity of the new line-up with a fitting kraut basement vibe that could almost be Conrad Schnitzler and son giving way to incredible free jazz tectonics, heavy metal drones and a euphoric almost teenage garage band blow out. Too much, very highly recommended!

C. Spencer Yeh
Songs 2002

What The…? Records What-006

one-sided LP
£10.99


Unlikey compilation of early song-based pieces by C. Spencer Yeh of Burning Star Core et al in an edition of only 135 copies on his own private imprint. Guitar and vocals from 2001 that seem to bridge the whole Twisted Village/Northwest USA basement songwriter vibe with the contemporary Brooklyn DIY style. Pretty surreal, played this to a few people and no one could believe it was Spencer.

Jon Collin
Burnt Monday

Golden Lab Records ROWF-41

LP
£14.99


Limited live LP from UK avant guitarist Jon Collin in an edition of only 250 copies on 140g vinyl: recorded live in Albany, NY, on tour with Yek Koo, Chalaque and Zaimph:  Collin somehow welds the tactile aspect of Derek Bailey’s approach circa Aida with a form of Northern Blues that weirdly connects to North Japanese traditions, with an almost shamisen-style feel married to the kinda hovering string vortices more commonly associated with Tom Carter’s work in Charalambides. There are a few nods to Fahey too, especially the kind of melancholy dissonance of Days Have Gone By, but overall this is a pretty singular solo guitar record with an uncommon emotional intensity. 

Muura
Untitled

Wormwood Grasshopper Records WG-07

LP
£21.99


Private press LP in an edition of only 150 copies from Matt Earle of Breakdance The Dawn/Craft Bandits/xNoBBQx etc....with classy paste-on handmade sleeves. As with a lot of Matt’s work, it’s difficult to work out what he is actually doing here, though there are spurts of deformed F/X, alternately scratchy/ululating eternal drones, factory sounds ala Joe Jones, deformed, endlessly echoed vocals that sound like they’re being recorded from the bottom of a well... the second side is more recognisably based around amp destruction and guitar abuse with waves of crude feedback interrupted by massive dooms of guitar wrangling ala The Dead C at their most extended (think the coda from “Outside”). No one makes rock music that is quite as unrecognisably fucked up and satisfyingly alien as Matt Earle and this is another righteous fist up the wazoo of musical conservatives everywhere. Very highly recommended.

Sexual Assault Rifle
s/t

American Tapes AM-850

one-sided LP
£11.99


“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.

1/3 Octave Band
Navigation By Light

Celebrate Psi Phenomenon

CD-R
£6.99


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

Campbell James Kneale
I

Don’t Fuck With Magic No Cat

CD-R
£9.99


Massive new two track album from Campbell James Kneale, the first release under his own name in an age for this reclusive NZ underground electro obsessive: I features some of the most convulsively beautiful rainbow electronics of a career that runs through such key contemporary underground groupings as Birchville Cat Motel, Black Boned Angel and Our Love Will Destroy The World not to mention numerous international collaborations. Self-released in a tiny run on Campbell’s own Don’t Fuck With Magic imprint, I takes the sky-curdling/bone-bending prehistoric electricity of the Hototogisu sides and adds thunderous rock tectonics and torrents of buzzsaw melodies, blurring the lines between everything-in-the-red Japanese psych, aggressively nuanced avant classical and amplifier-worshipping power electronics. The opening track sounds like it is broadcasting a thousand simultaneous melodies via a single constantly fluxing shortwave band with interstellar influences generating black holes while electronic wildlife strip the skin from the planets. The second track combines the kind of nightmare USA basement cassette-isms of the original Destroy All Monsters and adds what sounds like a throat full of chainsaws to the heart of the mix, generating the sound of the true hive mind via conduits for higher electronics. Intensely beautiful, overloaded to the point of paralysis, this is drone music from way beyond the long blank and comes very highly recommended!

Devin Flynn
Light Show Music For Joshua White & Gary Panter

Arbitrary Signs No Cat

LP
£21.99


Hand-numbered edition of only 300 copies art edition LP, pressed by Pete Nolan and documenting Devin Flynn’s amazing soundtrack to Joshua White & Gary Panter Light Shows: Joshua White was behind the Joshua Light Show that was such a part of the Fillmore East gigs and happenings while Panter is a uniquely talented artist, illustrator and comics creator. During Feb-Apr 2012 the pair came together to create a Lightshow at the Museum Of Contemporary Art in Detroit and they asked musician, animator and artist Devin Flynn to contribute a soundtrack. This is that soundtrack, and it’s a doozy: Flynn was given four one-word descriptions for each of the four pieces; Spacey, Rocky, Goofy and Holy and Flynn more than delivers the goods. ‘Spacey’ presents some remarkable drone workings that squeeze eye-popping wormholes of eternal music through blats of lurid pink electricity. ‘Rocky’ comes over like Trad Gras Och Stenar on a Twisted Village tip. ‘Goofy’ is a cartoon vision of almost Raymond Scott-meets Smegma-scale, with snippets from The Butthole Surfers, Spike Jones and Woody Allen, while the closing Holy aka “Buddha’s Hair” is a brain-omming trancer with synths and loops circling recordings of monks in ceremony at the Five Hundred Rakan Temple in Fudomae, Tokyo. A beautiful set, the whole deal is packaged with two-colour screened sleeves and a  four-page fold-out insert featuring art from Panter and an interview with the players. A doozy, highly recommended!

Offerings
s/t

Breakdance The Dawn BDTD-191

CD-R
£6.99


“Blasted fidelity and digital error” documenting the debut show by Australian underground supergroup Offerings: Offerings feature Matt Kennedy of Kitchen’s Floor, Nicola Morton of Club Sound Witches/Bad Intentions, Matt Earle of BDTD et al, Dusty Annistassiou and Samuel Miers. The sound is radically destroyed, with smears of digital glitch and tape grime obscuring a mass group ritual that would re-apply the kind of massed free-form firepower of an Airway or a Smegma to the kind of radically dilated DIY ritual of some kind of BUFMS satellite playing the first two Pussy Galore EPs in their entirety. Insane.

William Basinski
Melancholia

Temporary Residence TRR-236

LP
£22.99


Glorious vinyl upgrade of this key Basinski side that features some of his most lugubrious and affecting loop compositions on the 10th anniversary of its original release: no one sounds the dying of the light like Basinski and this set, complete with evocative latticework cover art by James Elaine, bundles some of his most otherworldly work. Using piano, saxophone, tape loops and the sound of his fridge (!) Basinski generates phantom swells and smudged orchestral nocturnes that speak in slow-spinning geometric shapes and that move in great sighs of tone. Some proto-Disintegration Loops tracks on here as well as the kind lost at sea piano soundings that defined classic sides like A Red Score In Tile. First time ever on vinyl, with 100% virgin wax, re-mastered sonics and a free download. Highly recommended. 

Jailbreak
Colour Them Gone

Nyali Recordings #7

CD-R
£7.99


World-beating free music duo of Heather Leigh on pedal steel and vocals and Chris Corsano on drums, following on in style from their Family Vineyard LP. Once more recorded and mixed by Andreas Jonsson the sound is as dazzling as their debut, with three tracks that move from ferocious post-Sharrock power blues through new zones of smoky, spectral tone. The opener comes straight out of The Rocker, with Heather’s bad motor scooter guitar burning asphalt while Corsano plays in four directions at a time, ducking air raid warnings with an amphetamine dexterity. Second track, “White Spider” is a whole new bomb, with the duo navigating a kind of psychedelic giallo atmosphere with Corsano making like an orchestra of Max Roachs while Heather plays spectral strings and floating tones that are straight out of the Nicolai/Morricone songbook. The closing “Freezing Shark” might be the most radical recording they’ve nailed to the floor, with an unaccompanied vocal from Heather driven straight through the wall by Corsano before the guitar explodes like a heavy metal Masayuki Takayanagi playing future blues. This is such a great, invigorating shot from the source and it confirms a whole buncha things that are important in underground music: energy, passion, actual playing, speed-of-thought improvisation. Who else comes close? Hand-numbered edition of 297 copies. Highest possible recommendation!

RASheed
s/t

Breakdance The Dawn BDTD-194

CD-R
£6.99


“Cool sidestep militant boogie jams” the label sez, and they ain’t wrong: Rasheed play what sounds like The Velvet Underground’s “Guess I’m Fallin’ In Love” as stomping monochord boogie, dredging Hooker N Heat style scorch for maximum power chord friction and positing the eternal riff as the keys to the goddamn kingdom. Think the whole Numbers Band/Sweet Kelley/Jessie Mae Hemphill continuum re-thunk w/post-BDTD aesthetics and set the controls for the heart of the jam.

Scrabbled
s/t

Breakdance The Dawn BDTD-189

CD-R
£6.99


Debut release for Scrabbled, an Australian underground group that features Conwae Burrell of Extrafoxx, Bek Moore of Clag, Jason Bright, Emily Wade and Mark Spinks: BDTD describe them as playing “quintessential Brisbane pop, girl/boy vocals, more Kitchen’s Floor than Go Betweens” and it’s true that they swing between frail, heartbroken post-Velvets drone pop and moments of scabrous, oiky DIY that give way to chiming minor chord paeans that could almost be the greatest hits of the singer-songwriter wing of Xpressway.

The Flexibles
Cities Of The Narrow Universe

Nyali Recordings #10

7” EP
£6.99


Edition of only 250 copies debut 7” from a new Glasgow based collapsed power trio featuring Richard Youngs, his son Sorley Youngs (six years old at the time of the recording of this EP) and Andrew Paine: safe to say you have never heard anything remotely like this. The A side, “Oh Volcanio” (do they mean us?!) features a brain-mangling monochord riff that comes straight out of the early Throbbing Gristle/Zyklon-B Zombie school while Richard repeats the title in thrilling arcs of Church Of England glory while Sorley makes with down-tuned/screwed vocal that come over like Darth Vader narrates early Whitehouse, rhythm boxes spit out clunky, off rhythms ala Tori Kudo/Jutok Kaneko and guitars and bass bleed pure electricity. It’s disturbing, hermetic, gloriously out and massively life affirming. The flip features two tracks that take the devolved rock/pop Industrial brut into new levels of early Cabaret Voltaire style electro lurch complete with more peaking/down-tuned vocals, dunting rhythms, occult whispers and OTT DIY art strategies reduced to new depths/peaks. Hands-down the single of the year, can’t see anything coming close on the format as it feels these three are birthing a whole new form of spontaneous rock music here. Rumours of a full-length forthcoming on No Fans; this is the goddamn source. Too much and highest possible recommendation!!

Christina Carter
Character Study

Drawing Room Records No Cat

LP + Chapbook
£14.99


Stunning new conceptual work, long time in the making, from spectral songwriter/guitarist Christina Carter of Charalambides: accompanied by a chapbook that crosses poetic musings with interrogative enquiry, Character Study puts the soul of the 21st century artist on trial across two side long meditations for electric slide guitar, tambourine, bells and dark, miles deep F/X. Hypnotically subdued, with an uncanny feel of being directed, Carter power moans and shivers her way through two ghostly blues madrigals that pin your heart to the floor, transposing the ‘weight’ of Patty Waters College Tour to the kind of parched soul terrain of a Jandek or even a Skip Spence. Stunning, late night soul poetry, highly recommended. 

Eleven Twenty-Nine
A Tithe To Hell

Drawing Room Records No Cat

LP
£14.99


Massively heavy Satanic downer psych vibes on this 2014 album from Tom Carter (Charalambides) and Marc Orleans (Sunburned Hand Of The Man) now an avant/country/rock trio bolstered by Michael Evans on drums: if you’ve caught any of the recent solo blats from Tom Carter since his return to health and playing live then you’ll know that that these days his guitar is fully set to shred and this is a stunning document of two string-thinkers working with maximal freedom and organic rhythms. Tracks marries Orleans great fingerpicking style – which comes from a similar place to Glenn Jones – to Tom’s wild west coast style. Later tracks explode the blueprint even further, marring a 90s underground feel for squeal with an immolating post-Sonny Sharrock aesthetic and a ton of thud and electricity.

Chris Corsano & Bill Orcutt
The Raw And The Cooked

Palilalia PAL-011

LP
£14.99


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

Much-anticipated private press duo set from guitarist Bill Orcutt and drummer Chris Corsano: Corsano has made no secret of his total fucking awe at the kinda jaw-dropping breakthroughs in the logistics of time and space made by drummer Adris Hoyos in the few short years that she ruled the planet in Harry Pussy so it was pretty much a given that when Orcutt got back to string wrestling that Corsano was gonna be shooting for the drum stool. And what a hook-up. This is the closest to the full-bore Harry Pussy sound that Orcutt has come since reactivating, with that wild hiccupping style where it feels like the pair are just riding waves of buckling electricity. Corsano’s playing isn’t quite as, uh, blunt as Hoyos and there’s a fluidity to his pugilism that allows Orcutt to get a little slippy, exchanging well-oiled power chord blats with fast zig-zagging runs. And it’s not all breakneck speed-of-thought exchange either, there are long sections of tactile low level tension and some blues moaning from Orcutt that would spook Guitar Roberts. Edition of 500 copies in a cool gatefold sleeve with a snap of our heroes in full flight, immediately sold out at source, very highly recommended!

Lowest Form
The Lowest Form

Low Recordings LOW-01

7" EP
£6.99


Staggering new hardcore/wipeout quartet rock moves from a new UK group that features Paco Mus, Luke Younger (Helm/Birds Of Delay) and Michael Kasparis (Apostille/Night School Records et al): four tracks that trade bloodied/throat-rending vocals with amphetamine shots of pure thug, classic d-beat rhythms and a feel for the dynamics of fuzz that is almost Japanese. Full length album due on Iron Lung, meantime file this firecracker next to Atentado, Glam, Isterismo, Rotten Masters and Barbed Wire Explosion In The Kingdom Of Atlantis. 

The Lowest Form
Negative Ecstasy

Iron Lung Records LUNGS-049

LP
£15.99


Fantastic debut full-length collection of thug-punk ecstasy from this London-based group that features Luke Younger (Alter/Helm et al), Michael Kasparis (Night School Records et al) and Paco Mus (La Vida Es Un Mus): Negative Ecstasy explodes outta the goddamn gate with a sound that is equal points Nanjo Asahito circa 1993, Dischord/SST-style freak and breakneck post-d-beat/hardcore mainline. The quartet jam on wall-destroying descending chord breaks like no one this side of Cleveland’s Pagans, marrying garage scorch to amphetamine rigour while puking heavy lung all over the excess. Gotta be a blast to see this live but this heavy duty vinyl outing makes for one of the most exhilarating rock-as-rock statements of the fucking year. Love it. 

Trash Monkeys
Pass Out

Smitten Recordings Smite-1

CD
£9.99


Warehouse find of this completely off-the-radar anthology from 2000 that compiled a buncha scorch laid down by this pre-Harry Pussy group formed by guitarists Bill Orcutt and Mark Feehan. Trash Monkeys’ sound comes out of hardcore but takes in a buncha disparate influences. It’s not hard to imagine them sharing a bill with Sun City Girls back in the day, with the kind of scabrous fourth-world punk of the early SCG sound combined with goofy vocal stylings ala Alan Bishop but the combination of wise-ass songwriterly smarts, amphetamine rock breakdowns and occasional acoustic mindbenders lines em alongside a buncha weirdos that range from the kinda zonked Portland punk that came under the influence of Smegma, Cleveland doofs like Pagans, even the kinda under-the-counter-culture post-Meltzer/Teenage Wasteland Angry Samoans. It’s particularly fascinating to hear Orcutt and Feehan power-wrestling their guitars into the kind of protean forms that would eventually give birth to the ultra-complex white heat sound of primo Harry Pussy. A fascinating document of the earliest experiments of two of the greatest six string thinkers of the modern age. Recommended. 

Monostadt 3
Experiment 8.2

Digestive Systems DIGSYS-002

LP
£11.99


Monostadt 3 were a trio that originally came out of Miami, Florida and that featured Adris Hoyos of Harry Pussy on drums, Priya Ray of Kreamy ‘Lectric Santa on violin and Robert Price of Kreamy ‘Lectric Santa on electronics. Evidence of their reign is thin on the ground with a sole release on Phil Todd’s Betley Welcomes Careful Drivers back in 1998. Experiment 8.2 is the long-coming follow-up, an LP that bundles an amazing recording of their final triumphal show from the early 2000s with a buncha fucked-up remixes of original meat. Monostadt 3 have a similar relation to free jazz as Harry Pussy although their sound is very different. The playing here roars and screams at the apex of high almost from start to finish and while at points it’s as unforgiving as early Merzbow there’s the feel of a group playing – of actual interplay – even when the speed of response seems beyond comprehension. There are moments when the strings and electronics cohere in flashing, amphetamine takes on the iconoclastic Americana of Sonny Sharrock with triumphal melodies shot down in flames while Hoyos outplays Denis Charles with time-killing stomps and gargantuan lop-sided tattoos that steamroll the whole deal into the kind of instant energy zone of Borbetomagus. But there’s a pro-rock logic here, a warped hands-on hardcore, that situates the group’s overall aesthetic somewhere within the realms of ‘free music’, albeit with a ton of primal hunch. The live set is absolutely dazzling, a singular display of improvisatory firepower that is euphoric in its ability to birth form from energy and as such it’s as transformative as all of the best fire music. The flip is a little more confusing, a bunch of remixes by Friends Forever, DJ Le Spam, Tibetan Beef Garden & Ladyfingers, Captain Ahab w/Brian Miller (of Deathbomb Arc) – but it still makes for an interesting listen, w/a bunch of mixes that expose the groups exo-skeleton in a way that breaks down the individual contributions and helps give you some kind of sense of just how the group worked and evolved. Hardcore VT followers will need little persuading to pick up anything involving Adris Hoyos but this is much more than a footnote to Harry Pussy, with the live set alone a stunning document of ferociously aformal high energy rock/roll/freedom at some kind of peak. Highly recommended!

Sarin Smoke
Vent

Mie Music MIE-013

LP
£15.99


New duo album from Tom Carter of Charalambides and Pete Swanson of Yellow Swans et al: this is a great melding of the two’s respective styles. Tom is sounding more and more like Sonny Sharrock circa Last Exit or even Tisziji Munoz these days, with a testifying melodic style that trades fuzz for feeling and here he tears through some iconoclastic melodies that scrape the lining off the goddamn sky over chugging shots of electricity. Swanson’s more into the kinda chord solos and devouring wah gravity that would trade Tokyo-isms for Dunedin-isms, and he combines fuzz-choked repeat chords that are straight out of the Lou Reed fakebook with spidery, single note ascensions and chugging infinite-repeat punk.