crazy dreams band - basement tapes - ecstatic peace - cass - 7$
Crazy Dreams Band were tagged Best New Band by the Baltimore City paper in 2008 which is an accolade any local rock n roll outfit would be flattered by but CDB are not your normal everyday band. They are a freak bed of underground Baltimore wildness comprised of the cloud gobbling vocals of Lexie Mountain and Chiara Giovando (also a way wicked violinist) and the artful percussion/amp Mouthus member Nate Nelson and two dudes named Nick Becker and Jake Freeman. The Holy Mountain label released a CDB LP last year which Tom Lax on his Siltblog referred to, and we paraphrase, as “genuine osmosis that I'm just about this far from buyin completely into their neo-psychedelic glublub. The real highlight is Lexie Mountain. I reckon she conjures up all sorta diva's, from Sumac to Joplin to Linda Sharrock .. be afraid, be very afraid.”
And Stereogum: "Crazy Dreams Band create loose, at times manic vocally rich music with enough tuneful elements I can imagine people not usually given to fucked-up sounds getting into them.”
And WFMU’s Beware of the Blog: “a tribe of clamoring sounds instead of free-association voices, and while many people are pointing to Royal Trux as a reference, it all sounds like a less-Euro, mudpit-wallowing Catherine Ribiero fronting a proggier Torch of the Mystics-era Sun City Girls. With someone totally unfraid to put the keyboard settings on "80's". Lexie's croon is magnificent in its melodic setting; there's still a lot of improvisation within the band that allows her to take some flights of fancy, but hearing a much more "composed" element to her singing is a great thing I hope we have some more of in the future. "
This tape is a full on snake twist of a basement blow out that will eat thru yr cranum and suck yr tongue for desert. 100 copies, purple tapes, with awesome Chiara Giovando art layout
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mossy throats - grave of light and bones - ecstatic peace - cass -7$
Solo psyche-noise project of Detroit, Michigan’s awesome Dan Dlugosielski. Dan runs the Excitebike tapes label releasing amazing spoo from likeminded bizarros, usually with Dan’s own dripping brain fry art. The dude had a duo called Haunted Castle for a while that ruled and lately has been slaying everywhere with Holly Young in their Uneven Universe project (who just happen to have an LP coming out this year on Ecstatic Peace.) Grave Of Light And Bones is a sizzling, squirming stasis of hallucinatory Midwest mung and will aid you in whatever darkness you currently are drawn to. Numbered edition of 100 on sick purple cassettes with artwork by Coco.
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kim salmon - wall/paper- ecstatic peace - cass - 7$
Kim Salmon is the guitarist singer/songwriter from The Scientists, one of the all time greatest bands, not only from their homescape Australia, but the entire fucking universe. He's also spent some kick ass time with Beasts of Bourbon and the equally sweet Kim Salmon & The Surrealists. Last time we saw this swamp core genius we asked him if he ever recorded any "experimental" guitar action. As a matter of fact yes he did and goddamnit if he didn't send us some righteous avant smoke.
"wall/paper" is a continuous piece of guitar music moving through dark drone noise threat into scabrous dr rhythm romp and settling into sweet slide improvisation. A sartorial affair from one of the bossest music minds down under.
C-44 same program both sides, blue shells w/ 5 panel cover designed by Kim Salmon, gold inked #d edition of 100.
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Katherine Kline and Blake Hargreaves deliver a full session of otherworldly noise/rhythm damage/improv intuition sizzling outta Montreal. As Dreamcatcher these two North of the Border experimentalists have a sweet history of cracked beat tabletop throwdowns w/ releases on American Tapes, Alien8 and NotNotFun. This is a magick machine. Black as night C100 cassette shells, full color gloss weirdo art jcard, silver ink #d edition of 100.
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Ben Wolcott, original member and pioneer oscillator noise actionist from To Live And Shave In L.A. along with Brian Miller, L.A. noise musician/collaborationist and overseer of the Deathbomb Arc label have come together as Oscillator. Ben playing “light driven oscillator” and Brian “mechanically driven electronics”. Recorded at The Smell in downtown Hell A to a blasted audience of noise star loving mamas. Incredible duo splurge of shared shard exploration. Pretty in pink C24 cassette shells, full color gloss jcard featuring four of Hollywood’s most notorious phase 2 groupies of the early 70s (including the awesome Lori Lightning who, alongside Pamela Des Barres, was Jimmy Page’s direct conduit of West Coast comfort.) silver ink #d edition of 100.
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angels in america - cunt tree grammar - ecstatic peace - cass - 7$
We encountered this tape when it was first issued by the band a year or so ago in a way micro edition. What we could figure out is that it’s two people, Rob Rhombus and Moppy Pont, who bop equally thru the environs of Montreal and NYC. It was definitely one of those out of nowhere experiences where you encounter something with no reference or connection to any of the noise, punk, no wave, junk, skuzz musix you’ve been soaking in and it completely grips yr mind and purrs against yr sweet spot. Weird, sultry, damaged and almost always falling apart with lyrics spun from some poet head zone, Angels In America are a goddamned curiosity. We contacted them and asked to release Cunt Tree Grammar in an easier to grip edition which is what this is.
Monsieur Rhombus elucidates thus: “Bataille and Goosebumps; American Gladiators and Episode I; the Virgin of Guadelupe and Helen Mirren’s nude body. Out of regard for these and other cultural values already achieved, ANGELS IN AMERICA stands not athwart but rather lays down arms peaceable-like and promptly forgets earthliness as earthliness does it. Instead, its CUNT TREE GRAMMER tape grips some of those heavenly-minded proscriptions. B-but wait—Rules, grand formal ones, for imposition on proud freeform? ones rewarding wilful acts of daimonic genre subversion and interdicting some of those tropier impulses? Rationalizations of songy decadence coming alongside nods at creeping entropic noise? Some kind of light out there, vouchsafed from above amidst this darkest of dark? For if, as Alexander Theroux writes, one must love paradox to love life, CUNT TREE GRAMMER’s oozey guitar leak and unintelligible, but rest assured, perverted lyrics find purpose in the disunity.”
If you heat missile towards UT, Magik Markers, Confusion is Sex, Talk Normal, No New York etc you might wanna do yrself a favor and jam this kassette in whatever sound portals you employ. We’ve heard some brand newness from these cats and the tunage is as awesome as we hoped/feared. So stay in touch. #d edition of 100, clear tapes.
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