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  • frederic gerchambeau – 3 suites

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    ruralfaune


  • endless endless endless – endless endless endless

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    ruralfaune
    Limited Edition of 60.


  • nova scotian arms – temporal maneuvers – ruralfaune

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    edition of 70


    originally released nov 2010


  • dylan ettinger – cutters

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    The debut LP from, Dylan Ettinger, tredges similar ground to recent releases on Not Not Fun and his own El Tule label, but turns it up a notch or two ands throws down for the ultimate Midwest dance-off. An ode to bicycle riding, “Cutters” is a party needing an empty barn. Disheveled beats and whirling casio exploits find a home painted in electrosonics and totally dial in. This is a ride for sure.

    Hints and silent winks toward Perrey & Kingsley (“Fallout” anyone?) can be heard through the cracks, but Ettinger is definitely sailing his own cosmic sea. The hooks come from out of nowhere, unexpected but wholly welcome as they quixotically etch themselves into your brain. You won’t look back once you’ve been completely enveloped inside the springtime haze. “Cutters” is meant for riding – hop on your bike and go. Underwater keys illuminate your path as this effervescent soundtrack unfolds. Again, the minimal pop influences sculpt these tracks into sounds that may be lost in the city but are definitely dreaming of the ocean.

    Ettinger has definitely arrived (on two wheels, no less) and wants to sing you into a better, sunnier place. Echo-soaked worldless vocals welcome you home along side bubbling synth melodies. You won’t be pummeled by the beats, but you will drown with them. “Cutters” will run you ragged, work your muscles into the ground. Truly. It’s a good time to be alive.

    Vinyl only. Edition of 150 copies. 


  • hunting rituals – hunting rituals – faunasabbatha

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    Horn, crap junk and electronics forming a canvas of broken bones and barbed wire. Wait until the creeping drone gets louder, to become increasingly distorted until swallowed up into the rising fires of the magical ritual
    Hunting Rituals