amolvacy – ho-ho-kus –black velvet fuckere - lp -14$
"at least pray God to give me patience in my suffering.."
So concludes "Lover Go From Hence", a tale of tumultuous romantic
upheaval on the new Amolvacy record Ho Ho Kus. Here we have hearts
wrenched from guts and firmly planted in the dirt; but also sprouting new
romance, seduction, and... the Church?
And the French???
Francois Rabelais wrote Garantua and Pantagruel - a major influence on
this album - in the early 16th c. to caricature the faux morality of his time.
Amolvacy offer Ho Ho Kus in
the same cantankerous spirit, but this time
perhaps to parody their own morality. Love, marriage, sex, affairs, betrayal,
and loneliness are all exposed in naked vulnerability and placed on the
chopping block for emotional dissection. Lead vocalist Sheila Donovan
(ex-Tall Boys) is a longstanding member of the Laboratory Theater Company
in NYC, and her partners are Aaron Moore of Volcano the Bear and Dave
Nuss of the No-Neck Blues Band. Together they are the Amolvacy Family.
All things were shared in the making of this record, nothing hidden, no secrets
left untold.
-blackvelvetfuckere
touched –funeral dress –black velvet fuckere - 7' - 4 $
"Holly kaboom! This is a smoker of a punk rock 7”. After one reallllly
good Columbus style punker, Louisville’s The Touched snake down into CLE
style sprawl and darkness, hucking up punk that has a Pagans style
recklessness and an Electric Eels kinda lurch. The singer comes from the
unhinged school of vocalizing while the guitarist is an absolute fiend!
Great record!" - Scott Soriano, SS Records
cherry blossoms – s/t –black velvet fuckere* - lp -11$out of stock
"At long last, here is the debut LP from The Cherry Blossoms, who describe themselves as "Middle-Tennessee's finest anarchic post neo-skiffle collective specializing in kazoo-exotica." They are the musical heirs of Dock Boggs' visceral holler; they share the true gut-sung honesty of Bosavi guitar band music; they are a Dixie-fried Arkestra with out-of-tune acoustic guitars replacing every saxophone and a kazoo in place of Sun Ra's mellotron. This LP finally brings to proper format their most celebrated and celebratory songs, from interstellar boogie ("Rockin' Rocket Ship") to agitational architectural conservation anthem ("Golden Windows"), The Cherry Blossoms offer the OTHER Nashville Sound, the one that a multi-million dollar industry and a million pairs of snakeskin boots will never notice and can never corrupt. With only handmade releases and limited touring, the band has made fans and friends of the likes of Ben Chasny (Six Organs of Admittance), Will Oldham, Josephine Foster, and David Tibet (Current 93). That's an extremely short list – few who have heard the songs and voices of Peggy Snow, John Allingham, and the legion other Cherry Blossoms past and present have been immune to the contagious sound of the most honest band in America."
*coreleased by SIX labels
Apostasy Recordings AP022
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Breaking World Records #100
Consanguineous Records
Hank the Herald Angel Recordings hank007
Yeay! 017
Crappy Nightmareville –Neutron Dracula–black velvet fuckere - 7' - 5 $
13 gestating years past and CRAPPY NIGHTMAREVILLE's pod unfolds in full color via this 7" single which is not just their debut but also birth marks the first of a four part vinyl single series: an engraved introduction by way of alien-forcept exacavation of their Old Kentucky Womb. Prior stages spiraled from Public-Prank to Outer-Earth Music-Concret to Scaling-the-Scaur of Bavarian-Salt-Licks. Side A, "NEUTRON DRACULA", imagines the scene from gypsy classic Latcho Drom when children sing "We are the bloody nail in the foot of Jesus on the cross", only reinterpreted as a Saturday morning cartoon. Side B, "BLACK BEAM DUB", is smoke from a wounded nurse surrealing Sun Ra into a new form of dub music that will have you and your headphones installing a seatbelt into your couch for endless round trips. Crappy Nightmareville is one of Louisville's longest running aural magnetic-bananimals and shares drinking water with a huge cast of bands including The Web, Evergreen, The Belgian Waffles, Sapat and Kark. Beautiful post-nuclear fall-out full-color sleeve. Edition of 350
-bvf
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valley of ashes - cavehill hunters attrition - black velvet fuckere - 3xlp -30$sold out
In todays scene of hippy dippy two bit mystic miasmas and self-appointed avatars hung up high on hollow Shangri-La noose-notion-poses, one who plays psychedelic music is hesitant when choosing adjectives. Utter the term freak folk and Vallley Of Ashes might cut yr face. Approach with candor and they might peel back their own skulls and open their minds to you plain and simple -- straight from the gut. Cavehill Hunters Attrition is a sprawling triple LP collection that channels a huge spectrum yet maintains a distinct overall sound of their own that is not at all trying hard to be unique yet at the same time is not looking backward to the past. The sound is timeless -- is it 1972 or 2003? A marriage of refinement and roughness, killer chops and outer abandon, structure and spontaneity, private and public, introversion and extroversion, sobriety and derangement, abject orchestras and backwoods dirges, tuning up and tuning in, microtones and dead moon anthems, love and hate; delicate hazy acoustic smoke rings, primitivist-exorcist metal, esp/actual singed free drifts of strings-wood-skin, junkyard gamelan, sunday morning chamber pot clouds and a gritty analog warmth lazy river town opium den dwellers both vital yet polluted -- with catfish the size of barges lurking down in the mud below the surface. Points of reference range from the kommunial flow of Siloah, the delicate fog song-smithery of Stone Angel and the heaviness of primitive Amon Duul 2 and Trad Gras. Yet the sound is distinctly American -- Midwestern - Kentucky chrome held together with duct tape. This beautifully packaged box set culminates with a side long liveboot dream-frisbee of a Danny Whitten-era Crazy Horse-smoking some Algerian-bluegrass w/ the Velvet Underground riding that full moon mood elevator. Valley of Ashes contains members of endless Kentucky sound miners including Sapat (forthcoming LP on Siltbreeze), Virgin Eye Blood Brothers, Raw Thug, Kark and the Magick Markers
-blackvelvetfuckere
phantom family halo - the legend of black six - black velvet fuckere - lp -10$sold out
sapat - halycon daze, mystikal stupors/krackhausblooze - black velvet fuckere - 7' -5$sold out
Imagine if the Edgar Broughton Band spent their formative years in a crack house on the bayou swamping out the rock in desperate need of a shot of penicillin. Now exit that doorpass and enter again: peak to peak of Mainliner, Psychosexual RnB, Eric Dolphy-Gagaku, William S. Burroughs ghost writing a straight line diatribe for a vertiginous Howlin Wolf and Tony Joe Whites wah bleaching on the beach with a Sassquatch. While Sapat's forthcoming LP/CD on Siltbreeze is a bong shot of dusty sunlight vitamin C enveloper rays, this 7" single is a quarantined crater of wasabi soup strainer knock your dick in the dirt dixie raunch. Spins at 33rpm and clocks in at nearly 15 minutes! Members of various Kentucky head units: Valley of Ashes, Virgin Eye Blood Brothers, Phantom Family Halo, Dead Child, Son of Earth and Kark." - Black Velvet Fuckere.
jackwacker - things from inside your body - black velvet fuckere - lp -11$sold out
Fucking Hoosiers. We brought you Jim Jones, Michael Jackson, Axel
Rose, David Lee Roth, Rahsaan Roland Kirk's hot-shot of dope,
America's widest spread infestation of the Ku Klux Klan and a bunch
of flat land covered with republicans, bibles, corn and soy beans.
Though even in shithole towns exceptions abound and often the bubbles
amongst the bleakest territories are the most potent. We could
jabber on about exiles like Phill Niblock, jump way back to Gennett
Records, cull the vineyards for the lost White Noise recordings of
the late 70's, cross-examine Xenakis' various teaching assistants at
I.U., draw a family tree connecting MX-80 Sound and John Cougar
Mellencamp to the same branch or suss out the collective Hoosier
psychic-retribution following the night both DNA and William S.
Burroughs shared stages in Bloomington... but the wax winged frisbee
from the dead that we have HERE is the last nail in the wheezing
coffin of INDIANA PUNK ROCK.
-blackvelvetfuckere