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lichen gumbo - zoom zoom ohm umpha - full of nothing - cass - 7$
Lichen Gumbo is a rock’n'roll duo from unmapped rural Finland, where mystical muddy swamps and aurora borealis lit skylines mix with low signal sitcoms from overseas. No time for mumbo jumbo, just straight forward shredding here. These songs are about existential longing for god forsaken roadhouses and weird bohemian parties. Lichen Gumbo is the sound of blasting through the dusty roads of Savo with Pappa-Tunturi. Recorded with dictaphones, tape decks, a reel to reel machine and an mp3 player bought from Lidl. From the damaged minds of Olli Aarni (Nuojuva, Ous Mal) and Ville Oinonen (Vo Motars, Tanec Hrac). Blue see-through tapes with full-colour J-cards. Edition of 100.

woodpecker wooliams - patryoska - full of nothing - cass - 7$
Woodpecker Wooliams is the guise of Brighton, UK singer-songwriter Gemma Williams. Her songs are a vast universe where art overcomes doom. Drawing together various influences: medieval folk, chamber pop, drone, field recordings – she sounds very fresh yet familiarly close to heart. A gently plucked harp and a powerful voice, rich witty lyrics and outbursts of small noises and samples / weirdo effects. She couldn’t care less for comparisons with Cocorosie and Joanna Newsom because she’s taking her own way, revolving around the revisited English folk traditions. Gemma has a couple of European tours behind her back, as well as one in Russia, a dozen of collaborations and is now finishing her second full-length album. Thus Full of Nothing are re-releasing her previous EP “Patryoska” which was originally out in criminal edition of 36 CD-Rs on stunning Italian imprint Wool Shop Productions. Green see-through tapes with unique J-cards with abstract prints by Anya Kuts, liner notes stamped by hand. Edition of 100.

prayer / nathan mclaughlin - dawn chorus - full of nothing - cass - 6$
"There is a natural progression to things, an organic or unforced way for an organism to grow, and it is in this natural way we find ourselves riding. After years of playing and recording together as Loud & Sad, we now have a great geographic distance between us that makes this process impossible on any sort of regular schedule. While there is still much to share from those years and the years ahead, the dawn chorus tape you hold here is the first new organism to grow out of this whale fall... the slow change in Loud & Sad that signaled the start of new lives. An almost collaboration on a shared concept... a sharing of life together despite distance... a continued exploration of music done together and apart... a realization of the connections people have and should not sever... an effort at being transparent in concept and true in spirit.
Immediately after this split was brought to life it became apparent early on that our past failures to bring a well devised concept into the physical realm could come back to us again. Instrument restrictions, graphic scores,stylization... we scurried back to our dark corners. Stress and mania and alcohol, locked doors, a yearning for the tape deck upstairs. Tape going bad and breaking, saturday clarity, hero worship. Synthesis exhaustion, cynical music critiques, restraining the self importance. Transparent presentation... here lies dawn chorus." Black tapes, see-through J-cards, hand-numbered. Edition of 100.

surburban howl - lady hate - full of nothing - cass - 6$
Cellos made out of goat skulls await for the right hour to come while a devilish Amazon gives orders to her slaves. A crowd of gnomes commit mass suicide. Freak mutants make attemps to play funeral folk but their ugly paws barely hit the right chords. Yet there's some hidden order in all this chaos. The listener will find the Italian collective in an unusual shape. Somehow, the industrial noise walls have disapperead; there are more acoustic instruments. Crooked improv. Thick, raw and damaged free folk. Out for blood. Cassettes with full-colour J-cards and stickers. Edition of 69.
kheta hotem - live at yläkaupungin yö, jyväskylä, finland 2009 - full of nothing - cdr- 5$
Another live documentation blast from this Finnish collective performing ancient music and rituals of Komutia, this time from 2009. Bizzare overtone singing / didge grooves supported by synth tones from outer space, flute, sax and deep percussive meditation + contact improv dance group (which you can't hear, but now you know). Members of Keijo & The Free Players, Vapaa, Aan/Kulkija, Kutomo... Stencil-painted 4-panel cardboard cases and CDrs, hand-written and with insert. Edition of 75.

sashash ulz - voln - full of nothing - cass - 6$
A fresh and vibrant stream coming from Petrozavodsk, Karelia, thanks to our dear local provider. This album has been recorded over an old tape, pressing REC/STOP any time Sasha felt like. Not really bothering to calculate track/side lengths, there's no soundwork either (except the lowest-finest). No clear concept throughtout the record, all tracks are first takes. Delayed guitar compositions erupt into creepy organ washes, interrupted by poppy instrumentals with Ariel Pinkish cardboard drumming and even a raga-esque acoustic guitar piece. Are we alright? Naples yellow/orange covers with drawings by the artist himself. Edition of 50.

This young gentleman is a tireless sound sculptor/explorer who has been doing field recordings since the age of 9! If you haven't seen See You In Sleep blog, you're yet to be amazed by how much time, effort and precision this man puts into exploring the sounds around him. This is passionate experimental sound-design of today. 100% not high-minded. A research on an everyday basis. A life-long installation, dotting i's, crossing all t's. Hand-cut cardboard sleeves with acrylic prints. Edition of 50.

polypus sapiens - sleeper in the valley- full of nothing - cass - 5$
Debut tape from Southern Russia. One man from a rural city records lovely bedroom folkish psychedelia with the simplest means. Gentle and thoughtful 30+ minute work filled with pure bliss. Pro-dubbed tapes wrapped in A3 posters. 75 copies.
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