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  • absinthe minds – the song of returning light – not not fun

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    Recorded live at various locations in Winter 2008. Pro-dubbed tapes with hand-painted labels. Edition of 100.


  • cough cool – clausen – not not fun

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    Back in “the day,” it used to be quite a bit more common for rock/pop-ish ambitions and weirdo experimentalism to sit side-by-side. In our current internet radio suggestion-aggregator modern world it’s a lot simpler to hyper-divide everybody into convenient micro-genres, but fortunately there’s still some ornery sticks in those spokes. Which, in a very free association way, is part of what hits home so nicely about Cough Cool (aka the solo mappings of one Dan Svizeny): aggressive eclecticism. Sleepy daydream sunlight guitar-pop nuggets (“Stolen”) dissolve into shoegazed bedroom drum-loop sound-art sculptures (“Parting Friends”). Ragged three-chord apathy-rock sketches (“Whatever”) riff out then get tossed off for backwards-playing acoustic-string reel-to-reel tape experiments (“Special K”). Clausen unspools in the same softly schizophrenic way of the best early Sebadoh sides, scripted melody and noise research tag-teaming like wild mood swings. Pro-dubbed tapes in cases with full-color suburban Halloween J-cards schemed by Brooklyn designer du jour Bobby Houlihan


  • dylan ettinger ‎– composed by dylan ettinger – not not fun

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    Being Boiled is a Human League cover. Originally written by Martyn Ware & Ian Crag Marsh. Lyrics by Philip Oakey. Engineered by Drekka.


  • ajilvsga ‎– earth lodge – not not fun

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    Comes packaged in a 5×7 inch vinyl case with color cover.
    Some copies include various items (feather, leaf) inserted into the cover.


  • delicate features – the passenger – not not fun

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    “…our music goes to ambient, and sometimes atmosphere, of disturbance and worry, sometimes meditation. But it doesn’t lie.” So sayeth singer/soothsayer of Saint-Petersburg haunted romance duo Delicate Features, Radmila Nikogosian. We’re of the mind to concur. Nikogosian and bandmate/beau Pavel Diakov-Astvatsaturian have been lurking in the off-grid steppes for roughly two years, scotch-taping microphones to fragile percussive objects and folk flutes amidst glowing grey electric swells of depressive sensuality. The Passenger blurs morose misty synth-jazz with windswept new age memory pop into a love-blind stalk along an ice-scarred river – an experience befitting “two misanthropic dreamers who just like to listen to beautiful music.” The original intention apparently skewed more in a dancewardly direction but their downcast northern locale gravitated the mood into displaced, pensive nocturnal rhythms, often ditching drum forms entirely, like in the keening, cracked classical drift of “Orphan Song” or “Whispering Wind.” The sequencing spills out a story of devotion and dissolve, tracking the whole heavy soul waveform – poetic faith (“Birds Near River”), Sunday morning (“Opal”), body rapture (“Kiss By The Sea”), escape/evolution (“Transparent Shadows”), etc. 10 twilit and tactile songs for staring through stained glass to. Mastered by Alex Nagle. Artwork by Britt Brown. Edition of 100.


  • filthy huns – leopard on my right – not not fun

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    Echo Park (by way of Minneapolis) motorcycle mechanist Nick Koenigs aka Filthy Huns follows his 2012 debut with a freshly iced 8-pack of stark tar-streaked roadburn meditations, Leopard On My Right. Echo-blurred metronomes rev from dive bar dub to aging engine chugs, laced with keyboard exhaust, stick-and-poke guitar designs, hungover highway vocals, and dust-choked American desolation. As before, Koenigs keeps the faded leather menace quotient high while bleaching the songs’ rock bone structures into pale, emaciated shapes (“Ancient Hell,” “Nomad Status”), occasionally dissolving into drained badlands atmospherics (“Into Oblivion,” “Stein Stugga”). Sleeveless, stained with axle grease, after midnight, a Viking in the basement with a 4-track, wind whipping through his mind. Have been loving these skeletal rider themes rendered live in various unkempt Los Angeles interiors across the last year, stoked to present them publicly. Mastered by Cole Gorman Weiland. Artwork and layout by Eric Carlson and Chris Hontos. Edition of 100.


  • robedoor – primal sphere – not not fun

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    How low does the tunnel go? More bone-waste stasis voids from the 2 AM slot of the soul, the PA blown to crust, the night down to resin, whoever was lingering in the back long gone or too gone to live. Industrial intentions slipping from burned to blank as the bloodstream clouds, drunk on poison. L.A. heathen duo’s 2013 LP reissued on limited chrome tape for forthcoming European tour. Riffs, mechanical drums, memory theater, ripped from the Sphere. Edition of 50.


  • regional curse – s/t – not not fun

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    Regional Curse is the scarred, spectral incarnation of Melbourne-by-way-of-Adelaide musician Stacey Wilson aka Rites Wild. Her instrumentation remains similar – cyclical keyboard figures, downward tracing synths, skeletal drum machinery – but the execution follows a more disembodied, ceremonial logic. Her latest collection of uneasy electronics murmurs and seethes like threatening shadows silhouetted through the blinds. Low-lit drones stalk their waveforms, unraveling into pulsing, blank dubs for unknown presences. Like all of Wilson’s work, the album’s five pieces move with an alluring narcolepsy, focused but foggy, drained but sentient, a spirit stranded in some serpentine purgatory of space and time. Recorded at Miracle Cure, Fairfield, Australia. Mastered by Lawrence English at 158. Red-tint tapes in collaged J-cards by the artist. Edition of 100.


  • lx sweat – sweat sweat sweat – not not fun

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    Given that we’re living in the age of the come-back, one terrain we’ve been extra-pleased to see get resurrected and siphoned through the stargate of cassette-crud mutation is hypno R&B. A significant cut of global listeners can count the style as one of their formative musical memories, so there’s nothing shallow or ironic about its recent reappropriation in alien-ized bedroom beat scenes (regardless of what blog conservatives post to the contrary). All of which is joyously confirmed and celebrated in the retro-futurist exoskeletons scavenged and funkified by Germany’s one-man groove merchant LX Sweat. Screwed Up Click backing tracks are stacked high with sci-fi vocoder-soul vox, lush synthesizer counter melodies, and classic echo/reverb unit studio trickery for a production that’s vaguely reminiscent of Barry-White-on-morphine-transmitted-through-a-fax-machine-to-a-low-wattage-pirate-radio-station. Steamy, disembodied bubble baths of endorphin slow-rides and pleasure crunk. Excellent shit, and only the beginning for this inspired dude. Pro-imprinted tapes in motel romance J-cards designed by NNF.
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