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  • wagon tongues – shadowrock destroyer

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    you can live in la/southern cali for 40 years and still not traverse all the fucked up fringe boroughs and forgotten neighborhoods sprawling outwards in every direction, no matter how hard you hit the highways. and as long as we’ve been rooted out here, we’ve only had reason to venture into the sun-dead desert no man’s land of beaumont on one occasion, but the place speaks volumes about the weird water which hometown garbage-folk-chaos ensemble wagon tongues have clearly been drinkin’ their whole life. a creepy meeting ground of olde-tymey wild west relics and trashy meth-dealing truckstop culture, it’s an ideal breeding ground for drifters, criminals, and creative youth with singular visions. which is pretty much the name of the game on shadowrock destroyer, the tongues’ most recent ep of deranged collective chemistry. the a, “fire in the hole,” is a raw free ritual of stomping drums, loops, teen screams, guitar noise, and pots and pans, conducted in a crappy basement with cavernous reverb and black mold on the walls. confusion is king. the b rises up in a similar cloud of clatter but swings with a folkier gait, sunlight brain-fry chords, dusty horns, and possessed babble bubbling over into an ecstatic tumbleweed hayride into the sunset. squint yr eyes, raise your hand, seek the shadows. pro-dubbed yellow cassettes with hand-brushed tape labels in cases with hand-numbered full-color masked band photo cover artwork, and wrapped with a hand-cut patch of brown picnic cloth stickering. edition of 100.


  • cruise family – orbital express

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    Vienna’s most warped exporter of sideways sci-fi post-rave improv, Stefan Kushima, has cruised a zig-zagged path through laser drone and thumping euro slime to his current position, a curious no man’s land of pirated trance materials stretched into longform psych-style strobe-light sprawls. His last album, Up To Us, flirted with higher BPMs than usual but Orbital Express is a more accurate expression of Cruise Family’s specifically fried dance-damaged hyperspace. The A side track unfolds with a shimmering pool of synth drip before pumping a buried robot beat through a thousand canopies of arpeggiating squiggle and lo-fi LED ambient wash. The B piece is split into two jam zones, one a bouncy midi junk-rave groove, the other a darker, weirder drumless synth dead end, pulsing a swarming alien throb until the power gets cut. Another far-out orbit by this consistently tripped Austrian space cadet. Pro-dubbed tapes in clear cases with fold-out J-cards with ridiculous sci-fi energy ball artwork by SF Broadcasts’ main man. Edition of 150.


  • gkfoes vjgoaf – what is a dream earth bed

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    what is a dream earth bed is sean’s first recording as gkfoes. he’s in this great band called campfire but he does this other music too. these are some far out jammz; some weird sung songs and some really dense loopy space music kind of alternate over the 60 mins. lots of T.V. samples and huge bright textures and fierce guitar strumming, all bases covered, really. solar power music. it’s good.


  • starcircleanatomy – scared sacred

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    scared sacred is kind of an exercise in self-antagonism, an intentional destruction of hours of recordings by way of severe digital and analog transformations as well as layering multiple recordings together. the result is a cracked kaleidoscope techno journey through years of a diverse musical sketchbook.


  • starcircleanatomy – graces

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    this tape is kind of like boiling down the endless house & trance records of my adolescence to their most basic forms and seeding fractals from them. hell’s moons, light through glass. i don’t know what else to tell you. three tracks recorded live to cassette in 2∞9, held in sewn slips with xeroxed booklet.
    edition of 80. artwork by izaak.


  • ethereal doom cosmonaut / bleak tails – mr. and ms. erotic america – split

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    our first release in a long time. dang. 18 minutes each from two east bay area kiddos. bleak tails is stephen, whose side is like watching 100 years pass in one day from inside of someone’s mouth. ethereal doom cosmonaut is sebastian, whose side is like the sweatdrops off the back of whatever holds up the sky. edition of 50.


  • campfires – camphires

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    many zones covered over the last year since the first campfire release. recorded both at home and at four different shows, this collection weaves together a lot of different vibes. this is a fade town. the sun is always going over the mountain and coming back around the other side. it’s slow-going and short and yet a lot of ground is covered. zones come in and out. you get lost and find yourself miles from where you were just laying… light just broke into the cave you were cautiously exploring… and now you’re floating… above the ocean. where is the ground? i don’t know.
    edition of 100. artwork by campfire.


  • personable – human disco

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    m ged gengras homage to e.b.m., transmat records, and the ultra-minimal acid house sounds