ZIAMALUCH & GAY TASTEE - losing new friends every day CDR (FOR20) ziamaluch - cello, gay tastee - vocals and guitar, recorded live in albany in 1998....edition of 41 copies....out of print 4x
connie acher - spray me down - flipped out records – cd - 8$
amazing grace and beauty abounds on this fourth full length recording by connie acher....this time around strawberry is the foil and he sweetens her stew with precise production and virtuosic instrumentation....connie gushes forth streams of magic honey that slide right down to the sweet spot of the soul....full cover covers....edition of 500 copies
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burnt hills - microburst - flipped out records – lp – 14$
shred your head as five blistering guitars rage with wah wah fury, a blown out bass drops the heavy anchor, an eight armed drummer pummels through the basement night and an amplified xylophone sprays broken glass into the clouds....reissue of the yod tapes cdr....edition of 99 copies....
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ziamaluch & gay tastee - losing new friends everyday - flipped out records – cdr – 5$
ziamaluch - cello, gay tastee - vocals and guitar, recorded live in albany in 1998....edition of 41 copies..
ziamaluch - V8- flipped out records – 1 sided lp – 14$
it’s back to the bathroom for another twenty minute slice.…this time four cellos zone and drone around the tiled walls (my bathroom, your brain).…light’s out, goodnight
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connie acher and jelly - love pop - flipped out records – lp – 8$ sold out
the rhythm of life in happy harlem spins jelly into the melodie jamming note chomping blur over and under connie’s cascading songs of high beauty
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burnt hills - to your head - flipped out records – cd –8$ sold out
manic, frantic, buzzed and burnt, listen closely as this nine piece releases a tidal wave of freaked basement atmosphere filled with unhinged riffs, squalling feedback, bedrock bottom end and pounding pulse...
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burnt hills - tonite we ride - flipped out records – cdr ––8$ sold out
dig the raging thunderstorm of sound as four squealing, reeling and paint peeling guitars thrash riffs, tones and cosmic bursts, a massive bass throbs and centers, propulsive dive bomb drums explode constantly and the sweet glaze of an insistent chiming xylophone rings out from the eye of the storm....one track, one hour and twenty seven seconds long....cover art by bill nace....
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