A self-conscious collage/experimentalist from the field of John Wiese and ID M Theftable, multi-media artist Cristopher Cichocki offers his buzzing debut “video composition” titled ‘Elemental Shift’. With the same painstaking attention to painsgiving detail, each brief segment of the disc comes densely packed with split-second editing, integrating dozens of vivid images (culled from photography, digital graphics, paint, and on) into patterns of breathless acceleration. Fitted with a soundtrack of similar dromology and wild variation, the precise ratio and correspondence of eye to ear does not suggest which inspires which; though if I may suggest, the sonic component’s raison d’etre is first an ancillary perception to the richer, super-visual elements of the video, offering a far greater dynamic of volume and timbre than the flattened soundtrack (admittedly compromised by the demands of the intermediation). The soup of imagery includes stylistic bursts of color and contour, a much-appreciated minimum of natural recordings – or rather I should say, a minimum of “natural” recordings of sky, sea, and landscapes, as the clear fetish object of the camera lens is urbanized ecology of street lamps, tract houses, manhole covers, and stoplights: in contrast to the fragmented composition of the sound and image as a whole, on “Soft Infrastructure” the lines of civilization are traced with a manic interest through curbs, plumbing, and breathers – all affixed to a concrete floor or ceiling. This obsession is best illustrated in the telephone/electric/light-pole serenade “Transmission”, the baud-y blips and croaks of telephony forming a rude frog-chorus to the camera’s dance around several of these edifices, always at an admiring incline, suggesting the traveling spurt of information in a mad, yet somehow linear circuit along the suburban grid. With similar interest, “Waste Basket” recaptures the shopping experience of a big box store (specifically Wal-Mart, or perhaps the more vicious Wal-Mart Supercenter variant) from the imprisoned perspective of a plastic shopping cart, cleverly positioned first and last against a wall of captive goldfish; in this world, shoppers crawl about with unreal speed in an insectine logic, fixed to the store’s grid of bright objects and artificial diversity. With an almost disturbing stillness, moments and whole tracks seem to stand still despite the momentum of the sound, though ultimately, the erratic cuts and recurring visual elements of the remaining work nicely form a linear progression as "video" or "song" from so much entropy.

The combination of sonic and visual elements elaborates without explanation the fantastic mystery of noise music, as it illustrates alternative approaches to the questions our weak sense of aurality leaves us subject to: do we see (hear) image fragments, or are we just assembling information in illusion? Are these impressions uniform? Repeating? Objective? As suggested earlier, by multiplication the integration of sensual dimensions often counter-intuitively taxes the limits of experiment. Cichocki maneuvers this dilemma nicely without overtly favoring either element, and presents a collection which is consistently engaging and imaginative. Handsome labels and way-professional DVD menu production confirm the legitimacy and quality of the product, calming concerns about the label’s conspicuous branding and its novel first release – a very successful come-out for both artist and label. Limited to 250 copies, and very recommended. (Table of Contents DVDr, $14 HERE)

Bearly Queen – 'Hairy Palm Adventures' CDr 4€(EU)/$6(elsewhere)
"The fourth album by the sample sculptor of Finland's Oulu features only one long piece of sound. Slowly and ponderously developing sound mass moves between minimalist ambient and melodic sequences, both beautiful and mentally jarring. It is both organic and spacy, almost at the same time.” Limited edition of 50 copies.

Luovaja also has a special summer offer this month: two CDrs for 6€(EU)/$10(elsewhere)

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Content002 Cristopher Cichocki/Kevin Shields/Rale split DVDr $8
"First in a series of 3" DVD-r singles by Cristopher Cichocki, this split boasts 2 tracks with sonic eruptions courtesy of Los Angeles' Kevin Shields and Rale. With imagery as methodically arranged as the audio it's accompanied by, this single further exemplifies Cichocki's video compositions as a cornerstone in the evolution of avant-garde media." The hand-constructed package, courtesy of graphic artist Alaska!, comes with the 3" DVD-r held on an aluminum sheet, wrapped in printed vellum and contained within a clear resealable polybag. Inside the DVD you'll find the chapters: "Motorhands" (cichocki + shields) and "Tattered Syntax" (cichocki + rale)." Edition of 75.

Content001 Cristopher Cichocki - 'Elemental Shift' DVDr $14
"Over 2 years of intensive labor went into the making of Elemental Shift, the debut DVD Album from Cristopher Cichocki. After spending the last decade plus, honing mediums as diverse as sound, painting, photography, sculpture, and video, Cichocki has successfully integrated all these characteristics into his most defining statement to date – an entirely new genre of work which he’s defined as “video composition.” Taking cues from the backyard and far beyond, Cichocki’s work captures a sublime oneness with nature (à la Andy Goldsworthy) but can hardly be called still and meditative. Sharing an affinity with noise artists such as John Wiese, Cichocki’s material is meticulously edited together, creating an incredibly intense visceral experience which, at points, should probably require a legal disclaimer for epileptics. (Not to worry if you’re pregnant – your baby will likely pop out that much smarter.) With his visual and aural field recordings working synonymously, Elemental Shift is a tour de force, lunging viewers thru hyper-speed intensities not to be reckoned with. While Cichocki’s work welcomes cerebral intellect, it’s equally easy to sit back and let Elemental Shift overwhelm the senses, going on whatever trip it’s destined to go down. Exquisitely designed by Alaska!, all DVDs come housed in a tin canister with found fish bones from the Salton Sea sculpturally placed inside. Simply put, Cichocki amplifies the subtle shifts of the world around us to infinite degrees, shedding a new light onto the seemingly familiar. Get it before it’s reissued in a boring cardboard sleeve." Edition of 250.

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DBA082 - CALDERA LAKES C15
"eva of kevin shields/gang wizard and britnay of married in berdichev! explore the relationship of love songs and harsh noise. beautiful singing, lost harmonies, and bonebreaking thrash."

DBA042 - WARBLER/BROMP TREB split 7"
"steve of xbxrx/kit and kristy of kit/lil pocketknife turn their spazzpunk m.o. towards the dancefloor and drive every beat straight to heck. bromp treb is neil/drummer of fat worm of error, doing his best to explain what hiphop was like before it left dimension x."

DBA061 - CARZ WILL BURN CDr
"from the phili brotherhood of feedback loopers that mincemeat or tenspeed comes the next chapter in mobius noise. also a master silkscreener, this comes with hi-art zine of numerous pages."

DBA089 - EZRA BUCHLA C80
"male intimacy and technological understatements from this member of gowns/ex-mae shi."

DBA092 - JASON FORREST C80
"epic dj mix from head of cock rock disco aka dj donna summer. his taste in music is the same as his taste in watching you loose your shit on the dancefloor. oh, and did we mention he is horny?"

DBA068 - CRISTOPHER CICHOCKI/RALE/KEVIN SHIELDS 3" DVDr
"maximum frame rate animator directs 2 music videos for los angeles noise composers rale and kevin shields."

DBA093 - TRASH DOG C15
"the carcass of rock n roll long after the hounds have had their fill. jeff/deep jew, daren/racoo-oo-oon, and ryan/ia producer king bring the shit gaze to defile your jewel encrusted ears."

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From Lieven Marten's "label franchise" which will not take a name:

MATHS BALANCES VOLUMES s/t C20 5€
"okay, i saw these guys live on the nice Color Out Of Space festival last year, and what they presented was one of the best shows i saw in 2007. a truly weird blend of smoked out psychedelic rumble played by a guitar player and a tapeplayer. people were crying for help during their set due to the high level of insight and knowledge that was being transmitted. because after all, i guess one cannot understand everything and it hurts to be "in the unknown". but anyways, my mind tripped out so heavily on their live / life information that i couldn't resist to hassle them into a tape release asap. and this is it. this is misissipi blues played in the local arcade. this is a collage of synchronicity. these are the workings of Babalon... and when i was playing the mastertape for J C Scanner, his individual scannercells collectively popped out as well, so this album is co-released with the Zeikzak (http://www.jellecrama.com). all the tapecases come with individually unique painted / colored / stickered / ??? artwork by our little brothers. information is pain."

DIAMOND LEMONADE - 'Ghost Light Blankets' C30 5€
"solo outing by the head behind the Tape Tektoniks imprint. DL offers strange readings straight from across the German borders. this cassette contains rebirthed tapeloops and other analog environments of the past (and probably future, but this i cannot decipher), resonating between 420 to 450 MHz. Ghost Light Blankets is a certified valid ticket that will give you access to enter the porthole that man calls "the hangover". by the way, i think this guy might have been secretly reading EXCALIBUR, the deadly and locked away L R Hubbard book about the facts, secrets & reason of life. so think twice before you listen...."

NONHORSE - 'The Rare Tape Zero' C60 5€
"g lucas crane. the breakdancer. g lucas crane. the tapemanipulator. g lucas crane. the new york city guide. g lucas crane brings us a 60 minutes roundtrip of weird fidelities and strange sounds. i enclose what the mind of lucas communicated me through resonating electric wires. i wrote down this given information using the technique of automatic writing: "its tape one in the goblin universe series. the rare zero tape is the only tape to survive the arson of rozwell labs 2029. it was one of 6, the rare one through rare 6 were all holding sound patterns corresponding to analysis levels, the audio detritus left over from mental examinations. the exposure to these tapes responds to latent interdimentional experiances, womb style, aeomeba style. the silver disk is the symbol of the gobiln universe and altered opened mind in general. its yer "classic" unidentified flying object. a smooth, silver disk that turns pink red orange hues when its about to punch through off into the multiverse. apparently, it also turns blueish purpleish when landing. awesome mode! anyway. the rare zero tape survived and was taken to the quarentine site in los alamos NV, approching the rare zero tape causes an audiable "swarm of bees" sound to increase in anger and intensity the closer one gets. touching the rare zero tape with skin causes negative aura proxisms and results in instant death. listening to the rare zero tape does not kill, just touching the original. a military robot was charged with dubing the master and sending it to you. it is the sound of perliminary examination. the further 6 levels have been lost. good god."

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KAWABATA MAKOTO - 'We Don't Know Where We Came From' LP $14
Limited edition of 500 copies. Packaged in letterpressed jackets from 43rd Parallel Press in Portland, ME. Live recordings.

ASTRO/HIROSHI HASEGAWA - 'Live At Muryoku Muzen Temple' LP $14
Limited edition of 500. The first 100 mailorder copies will be on purple vinyl. Great new recordings from C.C.C.C. founder Hiroshi Hasegawa.

ASTRO/HIROSHI HASEGAWA - 'The Echo From The Purple Dawn' CD $11
Companion release to Live At Muryoku Muzen Temple. New studio work from C.C.C.C. founder Hiroshi Hasegawa. Packaged in a deluxe Important Records jacket with printed catalog inner jacket.

BASS COMMUNION - 'Molotov & Haze' CD $12
Bass Communion is a project dedicated to Steven Wilson’s recordings in an ambient, drone, and/or electronic vein. Molotov And Haze is packaged in a deluxe tip-on style heavy duty gatefold jacket with the cd slipped into a Japanese inner bag.

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Arbor returns with some big kid friends:

Arbor28 Zaimph 7" $6
"In the past Marcia Bassett(of Double Leopards, GHQ) has proved her versaitility under the Zaimph name; from the depraved feedback and tone fury of her "Sexual Infinity" CD on Hospital Productions to her delicate electric guitar and vocals waves on the "Mirage of The Other" LP on Gypsy Sphinx. This untitled 7" release further proves this fact by recalling her earliest roots in the Siltbreeze band UN: vocal mantras and delicate strumming are placed over a hypnotically evolving base of looped piano, feedback, and strings. The end result is something beautiful that twists the lines of classification, picking up little points of reference from her past bands and laying out a path towards the future. In an edition of 500 7"s in proprinted full color foldover sleeves with art by Marcia. Mastered by Josh Stevenson.

Arbor70 Steve Hauschildt - 'Rapt For Liquid Minister' C20 $6
"Still-moving loops repeat and build themselves in deep washes of aural hallucination. Steve is known for his work in Ohio synth-drone unit Emeralds. Like the other output from the Emeralds crew, it is hard to believe that today's best synth music is being made by twenty year old dudes from the Cleveland suburbs, but they seriously just have it figured out. Steve's smooth and densely layered drones, heavy in Kraut influence, are as huge as any of his contemporaries and as rich as his predecessors. Vocal incantations reminiscent of "Way Their Crept" era Grouper place Steve's compositions on another level. Deeply thoughtful and knowledgeable zones floating in and out of reality." In an edition of 150 labeled tapes with full color cardstock J-cards.

Arbor72 Acre - 'Monolith' LP $12
"Portland's tone wrangler Aaron Davis (aka Acre) has been blasting the world with his massive-but-barely-there feedback swells for quite some time with releases on Black Horizons, JK, and more. His first LP offering brings about the Acre essence quite well. Massive walls of shoe-gazed feedback are some how tamed into smooth, quintessential drones. This is not the sound of synthesizers or keyboards, but a single tone being modified and replicated into a monolithic piece. Stasis so strong it is hard to realize the power of these two side long tracks until they end, forcing silence back upon the listener: direct hypnosis and transcendental zoning." In an edition of 200 records in pro-printed fold over sleeves.

Arbor100 Treetops - 'Permission/When I Was Younger' LP $11
"Spirited youth and the intense magnification of focused energies chart the recent zones for Treetops. Utilizing tapes, casio keyboards, vocals and a variety of other sources, the path to earth bound nature drone is firmly rooted in electricity. Like the combination of the glacial drifts of massive rocks and the movements of air, the sources meld into blissed out meditative drones: ceremonial music rising into the future to get out of the past. Infinite ancients; constantly progressing, constantly evolving. Mastered by Pete Swanson (D. Yellow Swans); in an edition of 300 copies in proprinted foldover sleeves featuring photography by Kyle Parker (Infinite Body). The B-Side features a remastered and extended version of the "When I Was Younger" 2xc10 (arbor69) from last winter."

Arbor101 Treetops- 'If, Only' C18 $7
"Acting as the companion piece to the "Permission/ When I Was Younger" LP; this tape created for the Summer 2008 Midwest Tour with Uneven Universe represents some of the most recent work from Treetops: placing perspective on the present. Lofi drones combining Sk1s, tapes, vocals, and guitar into delicate emotional music: building slowly, but consciously to the point of catharsis. Ambient nature blasting into harsher, focused zones." In an edition of 50 tapes with printed labels in oversized vinyl cases with full color art and an insert.

Treetops Tour T-shirt $10
Two color silkscreened t-shirt on light blue American Apparel Shirts available in sizes SMALL, MEDIUM, and LARGE. Leftovers from the summer 2008 midwest tour with Uneven Universe.

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CALDERA LAKES untitled cassette £5
"Slick new project featuring Eva of Kevin Sheilds and Brittany of Married In Berdichev!... swamp and hive noise laced with lulling vocal drones.. bleeding to full obliteration. Almost two insane opposites making one very cool new vibe... Totally wild!" Edition of 80 in full colour sleeves.

BEACH FUZZ - 'Hole Of Hellos' one-sided cassette £5
"Manchester has some crazy scene going on, so many bands/artists keep coming out of there its insane... so here's a nearly 20 minute document from one of these bands, Beach Fuzz. This trio features members of Stuckometer, Axis Mundi, EYEHAI, and Manccc's Golden Lab Records head honcho himself, Nick Mitchell. Wild shit goes on here, kinda space drone rock or something. Double sided artwork, for a one sided tape... first time we jammed that, looks real sweet though." Limited to 64 copies.

SPOONO - 'The Divers Private Revelations Of' CDr £5
"Solo guitar tunes from Jack of Towering Breaker, which sound has really developed vastly since I heard material back in 2006. Smooth, and very well produced indeed, blew me away when I first sat and listened to it... some serious fast finger picking goes on here. People who dug last months Cam Deas 'Silver Waters' CDR will probably dig this..." Black and white sleeves with artwork by Paul Sammut. Limited to 130 copies.

"V" - 'The Chanting Path' CDr £5
"Whilst chilling on a train I got an email from this guy Vincent who is "V" about maybe doing a release for him and I checked it out and damn it sounded good... folk-spectral-ether drone... A real nice blur of field recordings, various instruments and far out vocal... after many disasters with masters and file downloads, and months on this is finally coming out... its one helluva hazy starry summer night trip." Limited to 50 copies in envelopes with pasted on paisley embossed paper, and insert.

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Since time is precious in these final moments of pre-programming, it was a toss-up between two by Thor’s Rubber Hammer, the newest long-player by Totally Dad – another accomplished work likening the band to upstarts HEALTH and deserving of attention which won’t be paid here – and the work of nicolasTone, a percussion-centered trio by virtue of competing “war drummer” majority Romain Dowska and Stan Grimbert. Entitled ‘I’m Tone Deaf (musicpourlessourds)’, the 3” disc’s ten tracks request a Table of the Elements re-release moving from “0” to “1” with eight tracks called “MONO” in between; the material here is equally oblique, turning the ambiguity and frustration of tone-deafness into a bombastic tantrum of rattling percussion ala Ettrick with extra limbs, point-man Nicolas Laferrerie providing the pathos via flute and sax, as well as electronics and post-production chop-up (of which there is much). Colored by plundered audio snippets encrusted in the mix, the front-loaded disc rushes out the gate in the three-piece formation, drums blazing with almost total-coverage, the infants terribles exhausting themselves by the fourth track; it is here that Laferrerie lays his hands in more delicate ways, including basic drones made rich by ambient layers of feedback, improv by-product, and larger chunks of audio-text. Given the format, the album need be brief, yet given the concise execution, I suspect the 3” medium did nothing to alter the master-plan. Disc comes with liner notes in a double-widem string-bound dossier with stickers. Limited to 99 copies. (Thor’s Rubber Hammer 3” CDr, $5 HERE)

As one installment among seven in a series of dedications by Italian soloist (and commendable MySpace abuser) Claudio Parodi, perhaps it is improper to critique this disc alone, removed from its predecessors and yet-to-be realized descendants. I wonder this because, given the bare elements of Parodi’s composition ‘A Ritual Which is Incomprehensible’ – two Turkish clarinets and tapes, played in three movements (plus coda) - and dedicated ‘to the smile of Pauline Oliveros’ – an artist herself known for conservation and an almost ecstatic holism – there is perhaps more important reflections made between albums than within them, such as the compositional nods to Parodi’s previous album, an homage to tonal fetishist Alvin Lucier. Of course, we would only know this by his telling us (and fuck you to claim otherwise), and any lineage drawn through the artists is arguably arbitrary and thus moot, returning us with little lost to the piece at hand. The secret to Parodi’s performance (as well as a well-tempered smile such as Oliveros’) is in the breath: as the musician explains, the two clarinets (more or less respecting each other’s channel) are arranged in a spectrum, with each entry playing the same melody but in different meter and duration, thereby exposing the fissures of air-as-silence which escape between the contact points of kinesis and pitch. To extend this metaphor, the liquid noise of tapes are slackly reeled to drip in and through these pockets, both taking place within and around the central melody of the clarinets, rolled as it were into narrow passages and back around to forming the very boundaries within which the extra-musical sounds are resonating. From the first appearance of these noises some three minutes in, the melancholy of the clarinet melody grows increasingly estranged from the instrument’s antiquated association with atonality to take on the biology of an aging body – we could pretend it’s Minimalism or the soundscape, doesn’t really matter – breathing and palpitating through the cycle, hushing in moments to listen to the listener listen to these irregularities and foreign textures appearing ambiguously malicious until the volume exceeds the third movement into the coda, the breath of the instrument now gone (or at least removed from our perspective), and the cavernous boom echoes with a faint (peaceful) death rattle. (Extreme CD, $17 HERE)

Thurston Moore continues to move the spiral of guitar at a healthy clip, moving through able pop composition to the asymptotes of noise-rock to his clear pleasure in pure experiment; and this, despite claiming himself and noise irrelevant in the poetic liner notes (1987’s Banned split between Merzbow and the Haters being all one needs). The three tracks of ‘Sensitive/Lethal’ – both titles surpassing twenty minutes, with a brief interlude secretly-titled “Lonesome”, sounding like sheet metal in a taffy-puller – assert the same confidence and ear for difference as his recent ‘Flipped Out Bride’ 7”, though benefiting from the extended format, all bets are off that he couldn’t keep it interesting: over a chiming loop of guitar jangle, mechanized feedback swells and sputters on “Sensitive”, pummeling at times with the punch of a drum kit, burning out and rekindling with an ever shifting texture. An old hand at threading tolerance, Moore keeps “Lethal” right on the razor’s edge of high-pitched irritant, goading the listener to turn it down while hinting, of course, that this is no option. The leading tone turn from cicada’s chirp to piccolo wail and in between, stretched over a sheet of coarse feedback - a duet of most conventional means, yet impossibly valuable. And relevant. CD available for $12 from No Fun HERE.

One may always evade the question of relevance by first demanding the answer “relevant to what?” The project Better People (Doug Patterson) succeeds foremost by brevity, where the “EP” ‘Salvia Inside the Broken Home’ lasts just three tracks in 13 minutes (to remain technical, I could also cite the summer-warped CDr which adds an additional whrring from my player – so very Cage). What’s truly to Patterson’s credit, however, is his youthful yet well-executed constructions between the borders of noise and drone, oscillations which mesmerize with layers of crisp, chirping texture while ultimately retaining an inconsistent lead on “Honesty”, or deeper rhythmic changes made apparent on “Courage”. The digital format is definitely appreciated in this case, as a rough-shod cassette would likely overkill the delicate home-spun creation and the greatness of its flaws. A tedious line between genres no doubt, but one well negotiated by this brief workday. Limited to 100 copies nestled snug in paper sleeves, available for $4 from Thor’s Rubber Hammer HERE.

Emerging from the now defunct Collective Jyrk and Defunctifying Yellow Swans, Freedom To Spend is the new monkey on Pete Swanson’s back and ‘Light Ships’ by San Francisco duo Bulbs is its first expression of longing: longing for the digital warmth of a Type Records laptopper, the asymmetrics of a ‘Beaches and Canyons’ Black Dice, and vital, yet not to be taken too restrictively, the cyb-org swirl of ‘Oranur’ and such early works of Axolotl from which Bulbs’ William Sabiston once reclined. To Sabiston’s percussion is added the liberally-labeled “guitar” work of Jon Almaraz, as the two sojourn through seemingly different looking-glasses on the ten and one-half minute “Gold Ropes”, a top-heavy opener when compared to the subsequent tracks of two and four minutes: refracted through ample post-production, the traditional tools the men have selected resemble a mad, ecstatic collage of bulbous bass plumes and jittery treble distortion, high-in-the-ear clicks and deft tom-patter like wings drying in the staticky ether. And as one may hope, this apparent formlessness proves merely too intricate and deliberately laced with missteps to enthrall the listener for the duration, quite certain there is a sturdy rhythm to be found, yet not confident enough to step off the wall. The crunchy sheen of “Wind Conditions” and “The Green Flash” suggest a suite rather than two disparate tracks, and in spite of the explicitly warring beat patterns, an Excepter-style nihilism which moves itself in a rigid mechanism with always-fading flourishes. Title-track “Light Ships” gives the critic its first “oh shit” moment when one realizes it should have been looking for impressionism all along, as the track documents an inflation and ascension through deep, grounded strokes of feedback and vivid cymbal strikes, lifting into a buoyant sky of choppy, crystal-rim condensation and crunchy airwave chatter. In its final moments, the album offers “Uamanas”, a Luc Ferrari experiment of chopped recordings in a faux-exotica tribalism of increasingly acoustic rhythm, a study of textures more than the album’s previous hybrids of sound and movement. A fine (official) beginning for both band and label. (Freedom to Spend CD, $12 HERE)

Another of Caleb and Colleen’s weird Mainer pals TW Emmert slips this one under the door as Inspector 22, a note titled ‘Irni’ as a little heretical goof reinforced by the irreverence of the disc’s 18 tracks (in itself a gentle F.U. to the proper album format). Like the Garm disc before it, ‘Irni’ pastes together a number of late 20th century pop styles in a “slacker” lineage moving back through Need New Body and Rob Crow projects like Heavy Vegetable, to Beefheart and Zappa at the base of the tree: his songs are more “songs” than not - almost entirely so – rock verging on folksy without ever dropping the –sy. Opening instrumental “Arbadacarba” is like one of those old punk covers of the Hawaii Five-O theme or something, though without all the technical garbage which multiple musicians necessarily bring to the toke. Not to dismiss his voice or lyricism before it even appears, but the Inspector is certainly most adept at compsotion, as “X-mas in July” captures nicely the plucky skepticism of the Violent Femmes without uttering a word – a hefty feat considering the band’s literacy; likewise, “Evening Seaside” is a jubilant guitar track speaking more than prose ever could in its intricate layers. When his vocal presence is made, it is often as a formality to get them words out there – which is not too far from the frank musicality of the whole presentation - it is almost a place-marker on his pleasing, piano-strolling cover of Samhain’s “Archangel”, a casual retelling which undermines the costume evil of the original to offer a more mundane apparition of the beast, perhaps in a fist-fight or a hangover. Showing a bit more influential stock than his labelmate, Emmert includes a number of covers by the appropriately disparate collection including Joy Division, Sonic Youth, Suckdog, and PJ Harvey, as well as a clattering rendition of “Joy to the World” with toy pianos and guitar loops and kitchen cabinet percussion. Given the berth of songs, Emmert also allows room for livelier displays, as “No Child of Mine” moves with the enthusiasm of a live room, not unlike the tracks of neighbor Chriss Sutherland’s recent ‘Me in a “Field”. It should be mentioned in closing that there is ample use of simple, rousing piano throughout the album, and that’s never a bad thing. On custom-labeled CDrs with hand-painted and screened covers, and vellum notes. (Don’t Trust the Ruin CDr, $8 HERE)

Mymwly0109 The soulighters – 'combo’s en strategieen met bepaalde charcters' CDr $10
"Transmitting from france , the soulighters guitars, woodwinds, keys and percussion offer a stumbling , drunken clatter and drone that settles itself upon the listener like a blanket of warm confusion and guides the ear deep into a thick forest of drawn out pulses and reverberations , ultimately manifesting itself in a ritualistic ambience with serpentine flashing and circular hum. Like church music if god were not only real but serious about his head."

Mymwly0107 book of shadows – 'isadora shadow' CDr $10
"Austin texas produces yet another glorious batch of sublime freaks growing a glooping , pulsating garden of acid fried driftetables and deconstructed space blooms. vast open vistas of echoed out cosmic tones all given depth and dimension by the wandering lonely wails of human women folk , blending all within a dream teetering on the edge of nightmare."

Mymwly0106 mixers by the river/born with this s/t CDr $10
"Another beautiful dose of sonic abstraction from some of finlands finest. sami virtanen and keijo virtanen lay down 6 tracks of gentle spacefolk tinged improv and dense cosmic drones to create an ever-changing image of comfortable loss…minds adrift without fear…blissed."

Mymwly0099 brothers of the occult sisterhood – 'bill burrowing under the moons aerial high above' CDr $10
"drawn from a monster three day session in 2007 , improvised alive amidst green surrounds featuring the expanded lineup of Jaime Fennelly , Eon , Helen Southall , Sarah Spencer , Joel Stern and Michael Donnelly. This outing sees botos in an organic open context , a field recording of time made to halt in application to a retrievable data stream."

Mymwly0098 gyanism – 'an interstate pugilist' CDr $10
"From Brisbane’s fertile underground flows a million glistening particles as the soundtrack to the dirge of our lives unravels our minds into a cathedral of crystal shards and wails our prayers into the void A sprawling wash of guitars, harsh electronics, percussion and processed acoustics forged into a mutant march towards oblivion made real by joel stern , yusuke akai , daiji igasashi , scott sinclair…sweet head fuck for the children of the infinite dissolution."

Mymwly0097 evening fires – 'the wood beyond the world' CDr $10
"Weirded out space rock with a slight postrock weave butts sublime tribal soundscapes bounded within the rural warmth of north American folk music , with shimmering krautrock gleamings and an overall meditative beaming…lush and glorious…the great thing is that this is only half of the story , the other half is ‘figures of earth’ , released simultaneously on digitalis."

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Rale - 'Nightside/Shadeup'
"C26 Edition of 100. Dark tunnels of sound and cracked drones hiding under a bed of mircotonal details. Black, green, and gold at a glacial pace. Total
focus and totally alone. Photos by Jon Borges. Black, high bias chrome tapes."

Diaphragm + Migrations In Rust - 'Framed Of Remission'
"CDR Edition of 100. The first time I saw these two play I was sitting, totally sober, in the back of a warehouse in Purchase, NY. Maybe it was the hours of Simpson's arcade game I had just finished, but it was one of the most focused and engaging shows I had seen in ages. Later that night I approached MIR about working together, and 9 month later this finally sees the light of day. Both Diaphragm and Migrations In Rust contribute one slow burner each, with a collaborative track to finish things off. Somewhere between the space of Andrew Chalk, layers of Birchville Cat Motel, and the sinister atmosphere of Abruptum."

Helm - 'The Illuminated Factory'
"C40 Edition of 100. I first got this master while watering plants at a local mall. Every week I would go in at night, strap on a full body harness, lock myself to the railing, jump over the side, and go to work on hundreds of plants, while continuously flipping this tape over and over. The perfect soundtrack to floating three stories up while breathing in harsh chemical fertilizers and watching the leaves fall on the janitors below. The title track is one of the best Helm tracks to date. Forward moving phase shifts buried under blankets of high end pulses, only subsiding to make room for some of the most inviting tones this side of Tangerine Dream. Side B's Hearts Like Broken Motors is a full 19 minutes of new age synth onslaught. Covers designed and printed by James Livingston of Black Horizons. 12 were printed on tan paper, the remaining on black (Please don't ask for a specific color cover). Black, high bias chrome tapes."

Josh Lay - 'Hater of Life'
"C24 edition of 50. One half of the sludge duo Cadaver In Drag, Josh Lay steps it up with what might be the harshest, and my personal favorite, Peasant Magik release to date. Underwater cave drones buried beneath blasting percussion and feedback. Overwhelmingly depressive, yet you still walk away with a sense of family. Black, high bias chrome tapes. (If anyone wants to send me a copy of the first edition of the JL, I will send you these four releases)"

$6 each, or all 4 for $20.

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From the First Person collection of 3" wonders and digital cross-chatter:

Singular 046 NEON DEATH SLITTES - 'Grim War of Chaos Magick' £3
"Incredible new set from Phil Legard (Xenis Emputae Travelling Band, Ashtray Navigations, Larkfall label) dredged and presented in accordance with his peerless and undisputed knowledge of subterranean rock of the last 30 years. Track one lets you know what to expect kicking off with an unholy marriage of Cosi Fanni Tutti guitar scrabble and Bob Calvert sci fi paranoia before the dam breaks and the whole mess is filtered through a broken Watkins Copicat manhandled by Joe Meek on a bad hair day. 60s garage scuzz crashes head on with overheated and badly wired analogue synths all combined with an innate knowledge and respect for today’s current noise practitioners. A breathtaking release made all the more incredible by Legard’s accompanying artwork."

Singular 047 A BROKEN CONSORT - 'Crow Autumn'� £3
"Richard Skelton presides over every aspect of the beautifully presented releases on his Sustain_Release label, a project initiated in memorandum to his wife Louise; the weight of which can be felt in all that Skelton produces from the hand crafted and personalised “edition of one� CD’s (featuring Louise’s photographs of the surrounding Lancashire landscape) to the heartfelt and considered music contained within. FirstPerson is very proud to be the first to release Skelton’s music outside of his own label (a trend that will continue with future releases on Students of Decay amongst others). For this release we are treated to a slowly unfolding meditation on the sonorities of the violin, an elegiac and minimalistic rendition in the mould of Arvo Part or Anton Batagov. This is music of substance that lingers long after it recedes into silence." second edition, initial 50 copies sold out.

Singular 048 ENFER BOREAL - 'Les Plumes Noire'� £3
"Tapping into his French heritage through the work of the musique concrete pioneers, Maxime Primault uses the world around him as his source material. The results are first rate exercises in electro/ acoustic manipulation in which tones are shaped and matched to produce attenuated and considered drone studies. Primault also takes time out to run the “Crier Dans Les Musées!� label, notable for the compilation “Cris et Chuchotements� featuring likeminded artists such as Peter Wright, Valerio Cosi, Kuupuu and Ghost Brames of the Cerfs."

Singular 049 FORDELL RESEARCH UNIT - 'The Shape of Rage' £3
"Fraser Burnett has quietly built up an assured reputation for consistent and solid releases for labels such as Lee Stokoe’s Matching Head, Blackest Rainbow (recently sharing a split LP with Culver) and his own Pjorn imprint. In an overcrowded genre, sitting through another slab of ‘drone’ music can sometimes feel like a laborious and thankless task, however, what works for me in this instance is the utter sincerity with which each release arrives. I get the impression that none of this music is forced’, no hip references or longing to be part of ‘it’ (whatever the fuck ‘it’ is). Seven tracks of subtle brain melt that could easily stretch to an hour each, a canny tactic that has you reaching for the PLAY button as soon as it’s over."

Singular 050 THE SUBS - 'Kissing The Fist. On The Dead Arm. Of A Killed Kid.' £3�
"Welcome to the world of Marky Loo Loo. Along with Phil Todd (Ashtray Navigations) and Joincey (Stuckometer, PUFF), Loo Loo was an integral element in the majority of the outfits to evolve from the Stoke-On-Trent noise/tape underground of the 90s. His list of projects during this period is exhaustive; with Phil Todd he birthed the all out electronic noise of DOGLIVEROIL and with the addition of Joincey they formed the ultimate noise/ rock power trio - TARGET SHOPPERS (famously sharing a split 7� with MELT BANANA as far back as 1995). Other notable outings included TURPS (with Prince Tun), HOCK (with Joincey), JAUNDICE, BOGBUSH, COSMOS, FRONT DOOR ENEMY, the delightfully named I AM NOT SITTING NEXT TO YOU HE WHO FARTS LIKE LOUD WATER not to mention his inimitable contributions to the live ensembles, TEA CULTURE and BOIT UNIQUE and his ill fated foray into magazine publication with WARM HEART, WET ARSE... THE SUBS began around the start of the 90s as a project conceived entirely on the Amiga 500 in order to reflect Loo Loo’s combined love of electro pop (a la The Army of Lovers) obscure Japanese anime, the film music of John Carpenter, Bootsy Collins and Death Metal. Enlisting the help of Paula Hayes on shared vocals (“The Carpenters for the 90s� as one gig flyer read) they released the 17 song cassette “Going Like the Clappers� on Phil Todd’s Betley Welcomes Careful Drivers label including such instant pop classics as “QWERTY� and “I Have A Key�. They also contributed to the infamous 7 x 7� box set released by Stomach Ache, their track “Snow in my Pocket� depicted a love affair with a snowman that could only end in disaster. Their finest moment however was the release of the legendary (and possibly their finest song) “Leg In Heart� as a split lathe cut 7� with INCA EYEBALL (who also covered the song on the “QUATTROS SYMBOLOS� CD for Spirit of Orr) , criminally limited to a mere 25 copies. As part of this latest set of songs, we at FirstPerson are more than a little proud to present the aforementioned “Leg In Heart� in its original form with vocals by Loo Loo himself. The release of this current slim selection (from a back catalogue totalling around 400 songs) is the result of a personal quest by FirstPerson to see in print (in one form or another) once more the utterly original vision of Marky Loo Loo. You are welcome."

Singular 050 ASHTRAY NAVIGATIONS - 'Brittle Licks 666'� £3
"The end of the FirstPerson label comes in the form of the third release for FP from Phil Todd’s psychedelic behemoth ensemble. Two tracks of shortwave static, low end rumble and searing guitar pyrotechnics from possibly the most consistently on form artist the UK underground has produced. It is fitting that the last release should come from Todd, whose Betley Welcomes Careful Drivers imprint and rigid commitment to a sustained and formidable work ethic formed an early and undeniable influence." *second edition, initial 50 copies sold out*

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Once you're beyond the hours of entertainment seared into the face-melting cover graphics of ‘Crystal Wizards of the Cosmic Weird’, you may enter the bright, full-color scrapbook of liner notes to reveal: La Otracina are some real DUDES! Not just the usual art kids who went shag instead of fag, these guys are clammy, hairy, mismatched – all ideal parameters for psychedelic confrontation; genuinely weird and unashamed. Further, as the most recent documentation of the band’s live set, we gain from the Brooklyn band’s industrious hand-full of years together as they half-jam four tracks one night on tour in Italy. Though you certainly need the ear to hear it (and I can’t claim I do), given the intense freedom of the power-trio dynamic which likens them to the black rock of Les Rallizes Denudes, Blue Cheer, or their Holy Mountain labelmates, there are precious few moments by which to disprove the group’s tautness, though these moments help mark the sound in preparation for the next deviation. More, the rougher edges of the recording which rarely show, but show well – such as the crowd banter and microphone crash – and the band’s fidelity persists, reinforcing their rock-ability and essence in form, not texture. Too directed to stray as far as the Acid Mothers, “The Grid Stretches Around Us” opens the disc with a more technical bass and guitar ascension by Ninni Morgia and Evan Sobel, working in fine Fripp fashion, a proggishness disturbed only by its bombastic jazz percussion. Drummer and mastermind Adam Kriney brings the same enthusiasm and lankiness displayed in his work with Owl Xounds throughout this album, breaking into land-speed sprints on highlight “Meteor Truckin”, the band forming into the most cohesive unit familiar to High Rise for most the duration, breaking only for transition into murky solos and a heavy reprise. The contrast of percussive punch and sweaty bass-murk make “Screams From the Event Horizon” the most conceptual, and possibly interesting track, as a beaty opening burst dissipates into a smoked exhaust of bent notes and cabinet-quaking tones, an excess which scatters the shouts (of band, crowd, or both?) behind. Glossy, million-colored sleeve bonded with little airplane stickers which dare you, just try and open this fucking thing. Limited to 100 hand-numbered copies. (Sky-Fi CDr, $11 HERE)

A Vibrant Struggle – ‘Crystal Skull Meditation’ CS $7
“In September of 2007, Norwegians Bjerga/Iversen and Dutchman staplerfahrer stayed a weekend in a wooden cabin, up in the Norwegian mountains. Isolated from city hassle, they recorded a pile of tapes with intense droning and electro-acoustic muckery. This one here, on Dim Records of the Netherlands, is the first in a to be released series of "The Molten Snow Tapes" sessions. Expect more in the future on Gold Soundz and Small Doses a.o.” Single-sided C40 cassette with photoquality artwork. Numbered edition of 33. HERE

[tzpCD27] Patrick Lombe - 'Nuit du 31 décembre' 5 euros
"Solo effort by the other half half of the Placenta Popeye team. 4 track manipulations, vocals, guitar. Beautiful medolies, weird loops, total stereo work. Totally pesonal and intimate approach. Think Tazartes in a more bluesy way. Maybe. Recorded a 31th of december during the night. Happy new year." Black CDr. 50 copies.

[tzpCD28] Evolve - 'Circumstance - Reality - defacement ' 5 euros
"Hip hop, cut-up, field recordings, spoken word by this Cincinnati act. Fucking good stuff. Previous releases on Heresee and Realicide Youth records."
Full colour 7' sized packaging + 9 inserts w/ lyrics. Black CDr. 77 copies.

[tzp25] JKP - 'Sur Les Terrains Vagues' download
"Online release. French laptop action. Noise soundscape from industrial aera. Dogfights versus Machines versus You."

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SAIL005 – Deep River - 'Lyin’ In My Bed' CDr/lyric sheet $7
"This album was recorded between February 2007 and January 2008. It is my first album that is pretty focused on words. Most of the songs are sort of "simple" I guess but it had to be intuitive. Solo four-track, all acoustic guitar with turkish percussion and flutes on the two instrumental songs. Some intense chanting. Scraps of metal. All songs written and recorded by George Glikerdas. I'm 19. I go to school in New York but I'm from New Jersey." White CD-R, sewn paper packaging, with hand-painted tracklist. Cover photo by Sydney Shen. Edition of 100. HERE

HR53 "V" - 'We Are Crossing Fences Through Rocky Fields' C47 $5 US/$6 CANADA/$7 WORLD
"High altitude glass ceiling echoes over low canopy woodland daze via wind, string, and buried vox--perfect for misty morning tent warp and disappearing acts--longest housecraft tape trip yet!" edition of 52

HR51 Ophibre - 'Damballa Presented Via Possession' 3" CDr $3.50 US/$4.50 CANADA/$5.50 WORLD
"A sea of bowed guitar uttered straight from the seance cabinet--conjures a wellspring of feeling and then discards it for cleansing. More channeled voodoo than you can shake a stick at." edition of 42

HR49 throuRoof - 'Emerald Tablet of Hermes' 3" CDr $4 US/$5 CANADA/$6 WORLD
"Its father is the Sun, its mother is the Moon." Part 1 of 3 in an ongoing series from Italy's throuRoof, devoted to the sacred art of alchemy. Astral desert glyphs fall from the sky like green glowing pyramids. Not to be missed!" Comes in oversized book-style full-colour packaging and labels with pasted inserts and oozing gold seams. Rolling out the red carpet for good reason! special edition of 60.

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As suggested by the disc’s scant liner notes, the collaboration ‘9 before 9’ by Poland-via-Japan’s Zbigniew Karkowski and Californian Damion Romero places certain demands on your playback device. Explicitly requesting “high performance audio equipment” for an optimal listening experience, it fast becomes evident the need for a thick bandwidth when the deep, deep tremors of these untitled movements emerge. A sustained punishment in three parts of 18 minutes and 18 seconds - a mystico-mathematical paradox of the title, in hearty agreement with the esoteric microtonal functions of the (non)music inside – the syrupy expression of these booming processing-masterings (one might glean that these have been stepped on numerous times apiece) might not tear the cone of your speakers, but fracture them as a chest cavity under a tremendous surface pressure. This is what the bends must sound like. I imagine people building rooms just to listen to this. As I have nothing near the grade of electronics which the albums requests, I’ve utilized the fanciest pair of headphones I have access to, turning the chamber of my skull into the resonant space, not-entirely-willingly allowing the stilted rumble of the first part to arch with the relative dynamics of the rounder second; my wary hand reaches to lower the volume, as I feel the shock down through my guts and into my legs. Like the obfuscation of the covers all-over white-noise static-scratch, figures seem to appear from this titanic density as a sort of acousmatic vertigo sets in, sending the sizzling tide of the second movement somehow pulled from both ends into the center, where a cavernous drip of remarkable clarity drops upward into a space soon occupied by the friction of a passing train. In the third, the bassy concussion resumes, and now with a metallic shiver which seems eternally unstable, a sound deformed before even reaching recording. It takes nearly half the track with the introduction of a less than seamless new track that the speed/frequency of this piece is far greater than that of its predecessors, its several booming elements bolting like horses toward the disc’s mythical “end” at the right of one’s head, a torrent of spatter like water turned white with violence. CD comes in a vivid digipak. Phenomenal! (Blossoming Noise CD, $13 HERE)

Scorces - 'I Turn Into You' 2xLP $20
"Most musical matters seem to cycle through rise/crash wave patterns of popularity and lately it seems that the duo formation is for some reason at the crest of its particular prevalence/relevance. Perhaps it's something to do with the faster psychic communion that births between a pair (vs a 5+ gang-style band). Or maybe it's just to save on gas $$. Either way: very few fringe duos of the 2000s have succeeded in so fully utilizing the witchy, wordless, and wondrous bond of the twosome formation as Scorces' twin figureheads Christina Carter (also of Charalambides, Bastard Wing, etc) and Heather Leigh Murray (Taurpis Tula, CEO of Volcanic Tongue, more). Their early incarnation as East Texas fried-folk loners instantly struck a chord in clued-in heads for both its bold formless experimental moods as well its instantly gripping emotional power. Their 2003 masterpiece on Eclipse, Vivre Avec La Bete, captured their magic craft perfectly, and in retrospect has definitely cast a heavy influence over a whole host of today's underground's voice-based lonesome drifters. So it is with amplified honor that we offer up this latest tome of spells unearthed from the Scorces' vaults: I Turn Into You. Nearly 70 minutes of pedal-steel guitar tendrils, basement dust, whispered melodies, enchanted strings thrummed against the quiet, and possibly the planet's single intensest dual free-crooning chemistry (as anyone who caught one of their Fall '07 opening sets on the solo Thurston Moore tour can attest) sprawled across four spectral sides of black vinyl. All tracks were recorded several years ago back at Charalambides HQ in Houston, TX by psych-guitar journeyman Tom Carter, and they've aged like oil paintings (cracking, majestic, immense)." Housed in embossed, metallic ink jackets designed by Marcia Bassett (with a racy poem by the Scorces' ladies on the back), plus an 11x11 insert with info and a live shot. Edition of 500.

Robedoor/Husere Grav CS $6
"Two bleak teams pass the death pipe across this black lake of a tape, and the mood – at best – runs from dread to dead (or undead, same vibe). Robedoor's "Terminal Abomination" finds them grappling their recent song-form style with bass, drums, and slime, a heavy metal swamp-thing crawl that drips and riffs from the depths to deeper depths. A strident stalk across new weird wetlands. The B side is a suite of songs from southern lord Husere Grav, who operates from more of a bedroom black metal/death drone perspective, utilizing buzzing guitar, tomb tones, and the occasional drum machine plod to convey his message of relentless misery with strange elegance. Past self-released CDRs like The Great Empty and Stay Asleep have mapped similarly cursed terrains, but his five queasy pieces here are easily among his most cold and cutting ever laid to tape." On pro-dubbed cassettes. Edition of 150.

Social Junk - 'Concussion Summer' LP $13
"The greater midwest 'hood is responsible for so much of the U.S.'s most living musics it seems like lately. Out here on the west we tend to get a bit blissed and burnt and, conversely, eastern seaboarders can fall into a condensed-consciousness that sometimes doesn't translate well to those outside their bubble. But in the middle country there's often a rawness that's honest and real and really clears the ears/mind, and for our tastes Ashland, Kentucky's Social Junk are champs at this direct, red-blooded approach. Somewhere between the Bible Belt brutality of Sword Heaven and Tusco Terror and the sticky southern electronics of Pax Titania or even recent Wet Hair, SJ navigate an interesting interzone, boiling together ominous loops, mangled sax, heavy riffs, various vocal moods (pissed, lost, aggro, angelic), militant tribal drumming, and a mess of electric atmospheres into something genuinely gripping and wholly their own. And right on the eve of both a behemoth bi-coastal tour (six weeks long!) and a brave re-location to CA's Bay Area, we are amped-as-shit to announce their vinyl debut after a million killer limited tapes and splits. Concussion Summer rumbles through noisy drum circles, hypnotic thrash, and even a couple creepy ballads, with Noah Anthony and Heather Young's co-dependent chemistry channeled into eight concise hybrid pieces of perfect/classic JUNK. High-time, and fully worth the wait. See them soon." Black vinyl LPs in jackets with artwork by Hair Police's Robert Beatty. Edition of 435.

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905.1: Tusco Terror + Wether - 'Giver' split C20 $6
"on new years day i made a 400+ mile trek to cleveland, oh in which moods were low, weather was shitty, and i only had one pair of socks and some canvas shoes, which don't do shit to protect your feet in mounds of snow. in a couple of hours snot was pouring out of my face and I felt like dying right where i stood. by midnight or so tusco terror was ripping it and i thought "yeah, this is exactly what should be happening right now". dudes were spilling themselves over a mess of cables and semi-functional equipment. just pure blown out destruction. not sure how long it was before i asked them to do this split, but here it is. kind of like a documentation of falling down, getting up, and stumbling through the haze. disgruntled material from both parties."

905.16: Pillars Of Heaven - 'Breeding Moths' C30 $6
"light bending, guitar gush from philadelphia peasant magician salvatore giorgi. side a, "the old ways", plays like newton's law of reciprocal actions laid onto magnetic tape. like levitating above overgrown fields until the skies fill with ash and everything is laid baron. side b, "gallows weed", is a (impressively recorded) live track from a house show in 2007. this should prove for once and all that even socially awkward, home-schooled hermits can emit feeling."

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CV-50 Robe. self titled C90 $5(North AM)/$7(world)
"long hidden recordings from back in 2006. dark and broody creepshow. Cavernous chamber fidelities and heavy engine bass frequencies fuel this 6 track 70+ minute monster and make for one heavy trip to headspaces-unknown...at times its like a black cloud orchestra when the bass, guitar, and trombone are all chugging and motoring at once...you think you're in a cave...but its actually a mouth." 50 copies. SAMPLE

CV-51 Slow Listener - 'Behold!' C30 $5(North AM)/$7(world)
"Sugarcanes for the inner ear...best way to clean them. the man who makes drones dance and sing offers 2-15 minute sides of strangely melodic tonal crust, interweaving in and out of itself...making for one intensely melodic magic carpet ride. Side A offers warmth and vibrance in the chaos. Side B, very intense pensivity..sadness taking a moment to ponder the logistics, moments of numb while navigating a heavy focused flight." special ed. of 39 copies. SAMPLE

CV-52 Xiphiidae - 'Star Dive' C10 $5(North AM)/$7(world)
"Slight of hand, never shy of light. Side A: Levitation is created by the omnipresent force of light, metaphysical prowess and awareness channelled from warmth and embrace. Side B: The overwealming truth, in our present existance the answer to the nature of all is always too hard to fathom-its frightening, but in the afterlife its all we have...thus it really is a wonderfull thing, the kindest thing..the honest arms of light itself." 47 copies. SAMPLE

CV-53 Hunting Rituals - 'Wood Haunts' CDr+ 1-sided C60 $8(North AM)/$10(world)
"1 sided c60: Kamakaze horn, diseased and ferral cdr: ghosted...mourning...blind meditation...sharpen teeth with raw steel....full moon ahead...skwauk and squeal." 33 copies made.

CV-55 Gutted Piano CDr $4(North AM)/$6(world)
"yup. title says it all." ltd. to 23

OR 2$/4$ with purchase of 3 cv releases OR 2$/4$ if bought with Hunting Rituals "Wood Haunts" chose colour, ive got green, red, grey, blue. also, any 3 CV titles for 12$NorthAM/15$World (and CV-55 discount rules still apply happily)

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