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  • russian tsarlag – liquid nails – personnel

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    Russian Tsarlag is more easily explained as the musical counterpart to the psyche of Carlos Gonzalez rather than trying to attach it to genre or make other musical comparisons. If you’ve seen Carlos perform or look over one his records you can see that he very much tries to create a new world where he truly belongs. There is humor, although bleak, and there is a certain sci-fi feel, although faded. He has been around for a while now, and has essentially been doing the same thing throughout his time in Providence, Ri as well as now in his home of Tampa, Florida. Maybe this world of music has become a bit unfashionable into the era of post-2010 music, but Carlos’ sincerity and singularity keep a devout group of followers and his status as a cult artist both growing steadily like a happy David Cronenberg-sculpted bonus organ.

    Liquid Nails is his 3rd full length LP in a long list of cassette releases and other format releases which might also be considered full-lengths. Needless to say, Carlos is a very productive artist, he also makes comic books (either Slime Freak or Steam Walkway) and creates memorable live performances which sometimes more resemble a stand up routine than a punk show. If anything he has now honed the sound of RT into something that focuses more on song and lyric: there is less noise on these recordings and much more atmosphere. The songs are simple, haunting, and have a level of pop sensibility that is slightly cracked. Essentially, you should take some time to enter into the world of Russian Tsarlag and almost all of his releases are a fine starting point, Liquid Nails being a most certainly qualified portal (just make sure the sun is down, and the lights are off).

    Limited to 200 copies with fold over xerox covers and red obi.


  • russian tsarlag – gagged in boonesville – not not fun

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    Providence, RI garbage-artisan Russian Tsarlag aka Carlos Gonzales ought to need no introduction at this point – he’s been trucking his moldy fruit cart of sewage-pop and bad acid storytelling across the American wasteland since longer than most people have had an email account. Yet the past few years have seen his uniquely zombified scrapheap songcraft fermenting into its ripest and most reflective forms, none more so than his latest bleach blanket odyssey, Gagged In Boonesville. The album tells the sordid tale of a tenement apartment building whose residents are mentally poisoned by an ancient poster of Medusa haunting the basement, not to mention an unruly pack of rabies-stricken dogs living in the courtyard. (Shit’s pretty bleak in Boonesville, clearly). Given the backstory, it’s fitting that the LP’s 9 tracks traverse a more melancholy, meditative dimension of the Tsarlag multiverse: dumpster-scrounged 5th-generation new-wave demos (“Gagged In Boonesville,” “Play This Tape Again”), homeless mutant campfire dirges (“This Waltz”), cyborg-mumbling depressive ambience (“Become Solid”), even a cockroach-covered piano ballad (“Island Of Lost Souls”). It’s all here, echoing down the derelict stairwells. Another fascinating, unclassifiable chapter in the Neverending Story Of Tsarlag. Read it or weep. Xerox-smeared Medusa collage artwork by Carlos Gonzales, plus an 8-panel zine of original drawings and imaginary 2036 Tsarlag musings. Half on crimson smear vinyl, half on black. Edition of 475.


  • russian tsarlag – midnight at mary’s house – nnf

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    The Tsarlag Saga (Tsaga?) is a long and blinding road, slime-walking through the tape spools and haunted hallways of countless shuttered scum-punk houses and retired low-rent record labels. And yet, like The Crystal Ball which he memorialized in song and video, Carlos Gonzalez’s uniquely encrusted gutter-surf pop rocks continue to ride tonight, hitching into the Great American Nothingness, too true to live, too weird to die. So, after years of dedicated fanship, it is with ecstatic honor we present the latest opus in the Russian Tsarlag canon of trash classics, Midnight At Mary’s House. From ragged vagabond garbage pail anthems (“My Leg Is Numb,” “Cruising On Cardboard”) to alienated junkyard FX freakshows (“Let’s Drive,” “Phone Booth”) to the occasional sci-fi new-wave nugget (“The Gang’s All Here”), Mary’s House may well be Gonzalez’s ultimate bleach banquet time capsule to date. In addition to the tried/true detuned tube-amp guitar chop, hobo drum machines, growling sounds, pointillist toy keyboards, and cassette mold, Gonzalez has brought a freshly faded vocal delivery to the equation that’s miraculously reminiscent of “Something In The Way”-style Kurdt (wtf?). Wait till the Midnight hour; that’s when the love comes tumbling down. Black vinyl LPs with color-photocopy lipstick-portrait inserts, in smeared rock-girls jackets designed and created by Mr. Tsarlag himself. Edition of 500.


  • russian tsarlag – liquid nails

    out of stock

    Russian Tsarlag is more easily explained as the musical counterpart to the psyche of Carlos Gonzalez rather than trying to attach it to genre or make other musical comparisons. If you’ve seen Carlos perform or look over one his records you can see that he very much tries to create a new world where he truly belongs. There is humor, although bleak, and there is a certain sci-fi feel, although faded. He has been around for a while now, and has essentially been doing the same thing throughout his time in Providence, Ri as well as now in his home of Tampa, Florida. Maybe this world of music has become a bit unfashionable into the era of post-2010 music, but Carlos’ sincerity and singularity keep a devout group of followers and his status as a cult artist both growing steadily like a happy David Cronenberg-sculpted bonus organ.

    Liquid Nails is his 3rd full length LP in a long list of cassette releases and other format releases which might also be considered full-lengths. Needless to say, Carlos is a very productive artist, he also makes comic books (either Slime Freak or Steam Walkway) and creates memorable live performances which sometimes more resemble a stand up routine than a punk show. If anything he has now honed the sound of RT into something that focuses more on song and lyric: there is less noise on these recordings and much more atmosphere. The songs are simple, haunting, and have a level of pop sensibility that is slightly cracked. Essentially, you should take some time to enter into the world of Russian Tsarlag and almost all of his releases are a fine starting point, Liquid Nails being a most certainly qualified portal (just make sure the sun is down, and the lights are off