the temple defectors / claypipe - split - humbug - 10" lathe cut - 27$
The Temple Defectors is James Ferraro & Spencer Clark, presenting here a fine slab of vintage violence (from around the time they did "Dark Rye Bread" and "Gambling in Ohpa’s Shadow" (as the Skaters)) - essential. On the flip is some fine itinerant heavy lidded psych by Claypipe - that’s Antony Milton and Clayton Noone from New Zealand. Limited lathe cut 10" to 120 copies in proper hand assembled covers, with a poster insert and resealable sleeve.
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the skaters - dark rye bread - humbug - lp - 20$ sold out
2nd edition of 500 copies, with numbered insert and printed sleeve.
Dark Rye Bread is a reissue of a key early CD-R, originally released on Nature Tape Limb. The combination of octave-shredding distortion, wowing loops and inspired free vocal flow makes this a particularly ecstatic acid-test for fans of Hototogisu, Angus MacLise, Double Leopards, Milky Way-era Haino etc…" - Volcanic Tongue "As a tool for deep-sonic exploration, the human voice doesnt see much action these days. Sure, its one of the last human confections still sweetening up most pop music (indie and mainstream). But for musicians operating on American cultures more expressively extreme outer fringes, the human voice typically plays a supporting role (at best) to electronics, guitars, laptops, etc. Renegades, however, are always out there. Take S.F. duo (sometimes trio) the Skaters. Within their universe of sound, the human voice is the omnipresent life force powering EVERYTHING. Of course, its a realization hard-earned for the listener, because this LP, Dark Rye Bread, is as statically charged -- with walls of droning feedback and crackling distortion -- as just about any electronic-noise freakout extant. However, reckless noise this isnt, not by a long shot. After several concentrated listenings, these six pieces for voice mutate into brilliant sunbursts dispersing waves of shamanic howls, cat-horny ululations, and reverberating growls that, through the Skaters thoughtful use of controlled breathing, fuse with squealing minisynths and rattling hand percussion. This ecstatic cacophony might sound as loud as industrial music, but its also as profoundly moving and archetypal as Lorcas duende echoing through the mountains of Andalusia.
- Justin Farrar.