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  • gnod / a middle sex – split – blackest rainbow

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    “Brand new split LP from fellow Manchester weirdos A Middle Sex and Gnod. Gnod follow on from some killer releases over the last couple of years, a split 7″ with Bong, a tape on Not Not Fun, and a collaborative LP with White Hills. The oddly titled 15 minute ‘Why Don’t You Smile Like The Other Children?’ opens with hazy strings and cosmically far out voices, this slow groove packs a multi-coloured burst of rhythmic psychedelic vibes. On the flip side, A Middle Sex takes up duties of doing something equally psychedelic, but in a completely different style. Their side is titled ‘Polytheism’, and is essentially made up of two tracks, the opener is a short, wild spaced-out cosmic synth piece, which is swiftly followed by their main 10 minute piece of layered drums and percussion, swirling electronics, distorted chanted vocals. Their side is all about the rhythm, and they really got that rhythm down. Edition of 500. Pressed on 140 gram virgin vinyl and house in super glossy pro-printed covers.”

  • duane pitre – origin – root strata

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    the entirety of Origin’s musical material is comprised of the vibrating strings of Pitre’s ensemble of bowed “harmonic-guitars,” which are unconventionally strung electric guitars (utilizing multi-unisons) tuned to intervals corresponding with the Harmonic Series, a.k.a. Just Intonation. No effects processing (pre or post) was used in this recording. All effect-like qualities result from the multi-unison strings (phasing), sympathetic vibrations, combination/difference tones (of the chosen just tuning), and natural acoustic phenomena as such.

    Edition of 300 LPs in full color jackets with coupon for DRM-free MP3s of the entire album.

  • jon porras – undercurrent – root strata

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    “Edition of 500. California Gothic set to the tidal rhythms of the Pacific and tuned into the metabolic pathways of the northwest coast. Porras (Barn Owl/Elm) has scripted a love poem to the mist, a prayer cast in ghostly reflected guitar and deep pools of distortion. The ominous opening of ‘Gray Dunes’ is a dense and impenetrable murk, a fear that eventually succumbs to distortion but then gives way to an endless open space of delay in its second half. Its trajectory is symbolic of the record as a whole, with many of the darker paths on Undercurrent leading to lush other worlds of delicate beauty, fragile guitar notes that emerge from the sea for a moment or two then fade back into the whole. ‘Calm’ and ‘Lands End’ are lovely spots of respite, clear beams of moonlight breaking through the clouds, a shot of light that ushers in the lone funerary come down of closer ‘Gaze’.”

  • OOO – railroad – melted mailbox


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    Part of Melted Mailbox Series One, limited to 700 copies. B side is etched 

  • michael hurley – land of lo fi – mississippi records

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    You could be sitting there wondering why Mississippi releases such a huge amount of records by Michael Hurley (this is our eighth). To put it as mildly as we can – Hurley is by and large one of the greatest song writers of all time and we consider it an important part of our mission to get the world aware of his awesome talent. Here we have Hurley’s latest batch of home recordings and believe me when I say they are some of his best songs ever. It’s unusual for a man 50 years into his recording career to come up with some of his greatest songs yet, but here ’tis. Hurley plays heart breakers solo with guitar and/or organ accompaniment, along with three tracks where he is joined by the beautiful voice of Jolie Holland. Some incredible new songs such as the eerie ‘Alligator in the Water,’ the poignant and all too true ‘Disaster at the Wheel,’ the utterly cosmic ‘Corridor,’ the near avant garde ‘Doin’ the Opossum,’ the stone cold intense ‘You Got to Die’ and on and on. True geniuses are hard to come by, so wake on up and give this record a long hard listen. If it doesn’t move you, then I don’t know what will.”

  • form a log – the two benji’s – dechorence records

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    Form A Log is composed of 3 members, all of whom make original music on their own and have a history in the underground noise/weirdness scene. Ren Schofield is also Container. Noah Anthony is also Profligate. Rick Weaver is also Dinner Music.

    Form A Log only plays cassettes loaded with samples on 4-track players. The music they make is like proto-hip-hop as filtered through the techniques of musique concrete. Or techno as it would be made by time travelers stuck in an era before samplers. Or dance club music in a world where Revolution No.9 was a hit single.

    There have been a number of Form A Log cassette releases, each more developed and advanced than the last. “The Two Benji’s” is the latest evolution and the first to be pressed on vinyl. “The Two Benji’s” is a concept album, but Form A Log may not tell you what the concept is. There are clues and hints within. Throw some Benjis. Welcome to Log Culture.

  • matt krefting – high hopes – open mouth

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    Matt has been doing solo shows for a few years now using multiple old cheap cassette machines and various cassettes, some of which are recordings he has himself made. He has released some fine CDRs, but I think High Hopes is the cream of the crop so far. I am not usually fond of side long, or in this case LP length collages, but Matt shows exactly how it should be done. The whole piece has a definite architecture, with sounds sometimes returning in the building of the whole. This is not a ‘journey’ up a collaged field recording river. There are some unidentifiable ambiences, some lifted choral recordings, lo-fi breaking glass, warped keyboards of all sorts, all combined in a minimal and highly effective manner. The whole atmosphere really captures for me days and days of heavy alcohol use. Soon every event is wrapped in a warming cocoon of booze, which is both glorious and horrifying in its detachment. Even the breaking glass sequences seem lost in an alcoholic fog. This is a spectacular achievement. (If you want a non-alcohol related perspective, a lot of this music would have sounded great in the fine film (original, not fucked up version ) THX 1138.) Matt! Time to come over for some drinks! –scott foust

  • 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.

  • high wolf – kairos:chronos – not not fun

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    French globe-tourist High Wolf has hand-rolled his way up Mount Fuji, trainspotted every corner of Europe, hitchiked across America and Australia, chugged Ganges water, and crouched on all manner of smoke-stained prayer rug since first looping a bongo back in ’09. His apprenticeship in the House Of Wah is nearly complete. He’s hinted at a potentially seismic shift in the High Wolf third eye doctrine lurking in the near future; perhaps his Away Team exfoliation moment is nigh. Lucky then that we’ve been able to coax/coach the astral jungle jah concoctions of Kairos: Chronos out into the ether, because this LP is the summation of his entire half-decade Amazon Cosmos quest. All the tenets of the HW mythology are in place: humid heatspells of hand-percussion, coiling snakecharmer fuzz-guitar stacked six deep, sunlit synth textures, dubby bass-lines thumping through grass amps, ceremonial voodoo babble, etc. From the hidden temple hymn “Kulti” to the 13-minute self-beheading solar eclipse shakedown, “Alvarado,” the record represents rarified proof of The Wolf On High. On tour now in every country on Earth. Black vinyl LPs in jackets designed by esteemed London visualist Anthony Gerace. Edition of 450.

  • group rhoda – 12th lp – not not fun

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    Mara Barenbaum’s solo vessel Group Rhoda emerged last year from an introspective incubational phase with one of 2012′s deftest debuts, Out Of Time – Out Of Touch, an alluring, sensory sound-garden of jittery drumbox beats, moody exotica, DIY dub-pop, and elegantly aloof, shadow theater vocal melodies. A series of sustained, long-form tours – both foreign and domestic – soon followed, during which time she began blueprinting the bones of 12th House, her sophomore statement. Recorded and produced in collaboration with Ben Versluis in San Francisco, the album’s eight songs snake through similarly entrancing terrain as her past work but the production this time is starker and spikier, with an almost post-punk clarity in places, which energizes the collection. From witchy island pop (“Day Ruiner,” “Dust”) and dizzy, micro-cosmic disco (“Coral Castle”) through to paisley-flavored circus-psych (“Disappearing Ground”) and wobbly, haunted house dub-damage (“Space Race,” “Blk Mtl”), the record is rich with rarefied Rhoda rhinestones and reflections. Her vocals, as always, pirouette and perplex, detached yet discerning, casting strange dimensions into the music: “finally you look away / you look a way / do you see ghosts walking around? / it’s your town / it’s their town too.” A free-spirited and fascinating follow-up by one of California’s most intriguing young pioneers. Black vinyl LPs in vivid feline-fantasy collage jackets by Mary Elizabeth Yarbrough. Edition of 400.