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  • darksmith – total vacuum – hanson

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    Debut vinyl from California sound artist Tom Darksmith. Crude musique concrète made using tapes, voice, records, radio, guitar, drums, objects, domestic and field recordings. Assembled on cassette four track 2008-2009. A disturbing collection of sounds…lots of sounds…unknown sounds…I have no clue what is going on on this record….Tom says there is guitar, drums, etc on this…but I don’t hear them…what I hear is: The sound of my neighbor weedwacking, the sound of being zipped into a suitcase then shipped via train, ghost voices roaming in sewers, the sound of riding in a helicopter with mid-grade noise reduction earmuffs on, a shitty metal door being locked on a crew of mumbling idiots…and every now and again…a garbage disposal….this is what I hear….no clue what you will hear. A total mystery of perfectly paced organization of dirt sound…not harsh…not mellow…just dirty, weird, and confusing…and to quote the sleevenotes of the first few QUEEN LP’s….’No Synthesizers!’.
    Recommended for fans of Yeast Culture, Agog, Joe Colley, Graham Lambkin, Jason Lescalleet, Hands To, etc… Limited to 300 copies with hand-stamped labels, heavy duty two color silkscreened sleeves with the classic ‘Hanson Droll Flaps’ featuring hilariously dark ‘Mom Costume’ artwork by the artist himself, Tom Darksmith.

  • pulse emitter – aeons – aguirre records

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    Pulse Emitter joins the Aguirre catalogue with a stunning new album full of clear cosmic tones for the new space age.

    Aeons, as the title suggests, is about different periods in time. Pangaea is ancient earth, Hermits is based on a panel of the Ghent Altarpiece representing Renaissance Europe, Spaceship is the future, and Immortality is an even more distant future where consciousness has been uploaded to computers and people live without bodies.

    Pulse Emitter (Daryl Groetsch from Portland, Oregon) began working with synthesizers while in music school in the 90’s and took the Pulse Emitter name in 2003, creating synthesizer pads and patterns which drift through cosmic and nature settings. A veteran of the noise scene of the mid 2000s, the music has returned to something more melodic and layered in recent years. David Keenan has said “No one is making synth music that feels so organic, so rapturous and so ‘in tune’ with the contours of outer and inner space as Groetsch.

  • pulse emitter – decaying ships – ultra eczema

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    the road is long, sweaty and tense when your shoes are made of metal and you have to walk through a labyrinth with a magnetic floor to reach a brown sea full of hungry lobsters. theship is waiting though, and the tension is building up heavily with every spin of this record,heavy meditative aircraft static blurr slowing down your usual codeine rhythm! 

    modular synth carpets at its nastiest! you’ll be purring when you’re on the actual boat.. thick like your mommy’s wallet, yet sparse droning that’ll get you more “out there” than bob marleyat his vaguest. 2 pieces pushing your brains to one side if the volume is right.

    limited to 300 copies, comes in a neon green and black sleeve by ulf f faefs.

  • james ferraro – discovery – holy mountain

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    Clear and Discovery were originally released as two companion CDRs by James Ferraro (of the whole Skaters / Lamborghini Crystal / 90120 / Splash / Nirvana axis) and comprise the August 1974 (Taj-Mahal Travellers) of his discography. Both albums contain absolutely beautiful whirling hall-of-knives-style synth drone that makes one want to reference Klaus Schulze or Bobby Beausoleil. Clear bursts with flam beats and a cluster of melodies muffled like a calliope wrapped in a soggy tarp, while Discovery is comparable to Daft Punk’s album of the same name but played in reverse at 16 rpm through a boombox in a boiler room.
    These two records contain the sounds of pulling out with tapping beats of fluid dropped on a soft convertible top (open), much like those fictitious Giorgio Moroder songs for the upcoming Olympics in Atlantis or a reworking of that award-winning song from Revenge of the Nerds– or is it “Wonderwall”– into a theme for a future ski jump at the Great Pyramids. Are you ready for the lizard people to compete? Now available as mastered vinyl LPs with a digital download

  • raglani – web of light – kvist

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    noise and field recordings. the a side is comprised of a 12 minute monster with a guitar line, eerie chorus, and a fog of psychedelic folk noise. side b is spit into two tracks. the first track starts off loud and swirling before finding its peace at the end. track 2 is campfire concrète.

  • james ferraro – farside virtual – hippos in tanks

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    “James Ferraro paints a 21st century still life on his debut album for Hippos In Tanks. The record is called Far Side Virtual. Each song, a melodious reflection of the moment now, comes shrink-wrapped in HD fidelity as glossy as a 2012 Toyota Prius. Ferraro’s muse is some enigmatic modern metropolis, where the streets are as slick as i-Pads, and where the symphonies ring with Macbook message alerts. Through the steam rising from our latte mocha chinos, he invites us to gaze out at the dreamy disorientation of our digital lives. Imagine a Darius Milhuad-guided tour of 5th Avenue. Imagine a Whole Foods bakery that sells only cakes emblazoned with frosting replicas of Camille Pissarro’s ‘Haying at Eragny.’ These are the surreal utopias Ferraro brings to life with sixteen swirly-pop concoctions sure to sell out at the candy stores. So slip in your ear buds, and welcome to Far Side Virtual.” Ferraro’s masterwork, including a digital download code.

  • sun araw – off duty + boat trip – woodsist

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    “When the On Patrol test presses hit the turntables, an epilogue burst from the side of the Sun Araw cranium immediately, before it was even cold on wax. The camera jumped all by itself, spontaneous framing and new perspectives: “Last Chants” grips you in heavy, end-of-shift panic; who knew “Holodeck Blues” got so rowdy? Surrounded and staring down the barrels of some serious forces, the scum is rising. No worries: you got backup, don’t forget who’s wearing the badge. Flip the vision and make it all the way down, it’s your party. “Midnight Locker” is one chilled exhalation, all cold sweat and steam vents. The cab ride home comes with AM radio ghosts, whispering again of that heavier zone, it’s time to get back. The flip side is pure secret sun-day, sacred rest: the stairway to the stars. “Deep Temple,” float on up, the Heavy Deeds are waiting.” –Aristocrat P. Child

  • hype williams -find out what happens when people stop being polite, and start gettin reel – destijl record

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    Hype Williams may or may not consist of two people named D. Blunt and Inga Copeland, it may or may not still be part of an 18 year relay project thought up by a lady named Denna Frances Glass. Lately there has also been rumor that it is the side project of singer Joss Stone (she evidently financed the making of it). Either way, when asked for a statement concerning “find out what happens when people stop being polite, and start gettin reel” we’ve been informed via email from Inga Copeland only these words: ritolin (sic) and rama lama 555 (sic).”

  • sun araw – beach head – sun ark

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    180g reissue
    Sun, surf, and self-hypnosis: all the core particles for a perfect Pacific zone dream-day/daydream. And Beach Head is the soundtrack, in case you were wondering. Hot on the heels of May’s masterful coconut-dub Boat Trip EP comes Magic Lantern-bearer Cameron Stallones’ latest loner luau under the Sun Araw umbrella, and it’s an equatorial escape of the highest order. Unlike his NNF debut, The Phynx, Beach Head drops the drones and cosmic distortion (for the most part) in favor of slippery banana peel smoke stacks, undulating tropical hallucinations, and crystal/coastal moods. Waves, rare birds, and swaying palms cameo in the background. Across the LP’s four snaky rhythm reveries Stallones maps a loose, blissed void of voice, island bass-lines, and shimmering sunset electricity, inviting all to drift in and float on. It’s a total hit parade, top to bottom, might as well glue it to the turntable and weld the whole rig into yr yellow convertible and park that shit in the sand. Fans of Ducktails, imaginary Jimmy Buffet demos, and long walks on the beach will sleep easy on this grass mat. Black vinyl LPs in matte jackets, plus a pro-printed 11×11 insert, with artwork by head beacher C. Stallones. Edition of 420.

  • gasoline gathers hands, gathers friends

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    This record was pressed in a strict limited edition of 300.
    “Hamilton, Ontario trio Gasoline Gathers Hands, Gathers Friends wouldn’t be unable to mystify without their bleary fidelity, but they would incite a different strain. Their self-titled debut is comprised of such incomparable moments, with the hiss of a 4-track and wooded guitar tone anchoring its intimacy. What lurks behind the gently galloping arpeggios of “For A Moment” is almost inexplicable; be it a creaking chair, rattling microphone, or tape malfunction, it provides a lilt that presses itself against the ear when Johnson whispers “I can feel your voice when I’m here.” It’s an overwhelming closeness that tiptoes over the threshold of unease, which peers over these 13 songs, no matter how resplendent a melody may become (“Port of What Comes”, “Across the Board of Men”).

    Gasoline Gathers Hands, Gathers Friends has been long-awaited, after having performed local shows, released cassettes, and posted music videos for years now. Having known certain songs from it (including “…the Failure of Your Painted Heart Reminds Me of the Sun” and “For A Moment”) for nearly just as long, the album feels like a relic and will even translate as such for those unfamiliar with GGHGF. Alongside the withering analog is the songwriting’s lonesome, archaic air, carried by the interweaving melodies and ghostly falsetto that dwell within. Its aged spirit will loom over you even after the needle leaves the groove.”
    -carter mullin