blown doors - drug punishment- 905 tapes - cass - 6$
sean and i lived together for a year, and within that time we recorded exactly zero seconds of blown doors material. maybe it was the cramped, suburban townhousery that kept the jams contained, that I don't know. either way, now that we are separated by a few miles the tones are blooming. the latest is this barn burner, a 92 minute cassette loaded from start to finish with heaps of static infused scorchers. recorded direct to tape in two back to back sessions. punishment. mics, electronics, and cell phones.
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circuit wound - constellations - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
i asked jay if he wanted to release a tape on 905 and he said he had a concept piece called constellations that I could check out. he said it was inspired by observing the lights of los angeles at night from the surrounding mountains. i've only been to la a couple of times, and not for a few years now, but I really need to head back west and get the hell up in those midnight mountains. the two ten minute circtuit wound tracks here play to oposite ends of the noise spectrum, but both consistently portray harsh poignancy throughout. lurking withing the light (side a) births a vivid image of scaling said mountains, dirt underneed fingernails. metalic-like feedback that, after 8 minutes, finally gives way to nebula inspired flickers. finally reaching the peak, a beautiful distant flickering tainted by corrosion (side b), is where the light takes over with throbbing gashes that walk the line between ambient and hoarse. so menacing it's like the lights are watching back.
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woman in tragedy & dylan ettinger - split - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
total unearthly takes on calmness and pain. the ettinger side might as well of been recorded in a lost temple. the reverb is threatening and dark. the clockwork percussion is looming. all with opiated vocals and bells. the wit work is a total flip on that, but the tracks still complement each other well. more of a future cruiser. sounds of space that fall into a black hole. good thing they turned on that supercollider.
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mutant ape - prinsesen - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
mutant ape is the mask worn by uk heavy head george proctor, who runs the turgid animal label. proctor has been utterly relentless throughout his time, dishing out punishing lessons of grim and severe noise. the attacks hold nothing back here with three solo lurkers and one collaboration with dean glaister (romance). when i started 905 george was one of the first people I asked to be involved. finally, prinsesen is dropping, with hopefully more in the near future!
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uneven universe - solar grapes - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
the dan and holly duo always bring the party when it's time to roll through michigan. either they are exercising crack head ghosts out of the half crypt attic or talking down cops while a solid jason goes to hell / smoke session occurs on a ferndale couch, it's constantly a good time. but the real time to shine comes when they spill battered sax vibes down the walls. i got to see uneven universe batter horns into deep creep mode in a lansing spider hole and was hooked. think tarpit jazz, heavy on tar, light on jazz.
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heat conference + ctephin + a vibrant struggle- druids - 3-way - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
every once in a while things come together in a sort of serendipitous way. take this 3-way for example. i had thirty minutes of heat conference blissfulness that needed a good home, and then out of the blue, ctephin and avs fly in like doves from the dark (with the same amount of material) looking for shelter. just like that all of the pieces fit perfectly. makes you feel good about the universe. everyone involved commits two tracks, one per side, that have some sick druid-like undertones. some sort of ancient, mythical mist trapped in a kaleidoscope bomb shelter.
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head boggle - carillon demo and aural sides - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
late at night you can catch some of the best movies on television. i'm talking about shit made in the 1950's about what the 1980's are gonna be like, or surreal b-movies about santa clause being captured by martians. people are always wearing suits made out of tin foil and using lazer guns with 60 watt light bulbs, straight melting mother fuckers. well side a of this boggle'd mess is highly sync-upable with all of those sci-fi flics. in fact, this tape just may attempt to procreate with your species if you turn it up to loud. the b side is a total flip on the first half's quick synth nuggets. a dead man's zone tribute to morton feldman's "last pieces" done on piano. sort of like a sun's coming up, time to rest serenade. dude knows what he is doing.
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josh lay - all of my dreams are dead - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
this is a second edition of a josh lay cassette i released in 2006 on the now defunct no horse shit imprint. only 29 copies were made the first time around, all which disappeared in a flash, so it seemed appropriate to breath new life into this beast. choleric filth from cadaver in drag member josh lay. side a of starts off with some minacious moans accompanied by the sound of rats crawling over single-stringed guitars and gnawing at instrument cables. this is soon done away with by a blowout of obese feedback and contorted shouts. the b side is no less distraught, as josh unlearns everything he doesn't know about music in the most grim of fashions. a tedious build up of clicks and pops covered in pus.
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arabian blade - s/t - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
the stay-blazed team up of conneticut's chris donofrio and donovan fazzino get up in them guts with some comatose low blows spread out over twenty minutes. tones get deep in the earth, take a nap in the crust, and are discovered years later when they forget to wake up. bring a blanket and maybe a few coffin nails.
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caldera lakes - s/t - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
new born duo of eva aguila (kevin shields / gang wizard) and brittany gould (married in berdichev) lay down some of the most beautiful / hideous / beautiful again experimental music around. the two create juxtopositions of gently sung vocals with scrapyard convulsions layered overtop of each other with results that are next level hypnotic. covers printed on vellum paper.
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helm - chrysalis - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
three solo offerings from half of the birds of delay unit, luke younger. everything comes together in a sort of calming yet virulent way, like rivers of red and black filled with dead birds falling from the sky. chrysalis is sort of like a anodynic end to all things. one quick bite of the apocolypse that makes everything feel good. black on black covers.
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mike shiflet - opening act - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
two more doses of shiflet drone, blazing here in the live variety, recorded earlier this year in st louis and cleveland. for those not in attendance, you can acquire mike's sleeperhold synth styleings here and get a second chance to wipe your brain off of your shoulders.
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wether + a snake in the garden - split - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
head to head harshness from two solo east coasters. this split is kind of like a replay of a show in hartford, ct many moons ago. snake killed the dining room, then wether immediatly brawled the living quarters. if i could remember anything from that night, i would share it here, but it's all pretty much a brain musher. one burner a piece, both 10 minutes of steady pedal pummeling. three different covers.
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pillars of heaven - breeding moths - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
light bending, guitar gush from philadelphia peasant magician salvatore giorgi. side a, "the old ways", plays like newton's law of reciprocal actions laid onto magnetic tape. like levitating above overgrown fields until the skies fill with ash and everything is laid baron. side b, "gallows weed", is a (impressively recorded) live track from a house show in 2007. this should prove for once and all that even socially awkward, home-schooled hermits can emit feeling.|
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tusco terror & wether - giver - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
on new years day i made a 400+ mile trek to cleveland, oh in which moods were low, weather was shitty, and i only had one pair of socks and some canvas shoes, which don't do shit to protect your feet in mounds of snow. in a couple of hours snot was pouring out of my face and I felt like dying right where i stood. by midnight or so tusco terror was ripping it and i thought "yeah, this is exactly what should be happening right now". dudes were spilling themselves over a mess of cables and semi-functional equipment. just pure blown out destruction. not sure how long it was before i asked them to do this split, but here it is. kind of like a documentation of falling down, getting up, and stumbling through the haze. disgruntled material from both parties.
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methadrone - final skull - 905 tapes - 2xcass - 10$
methadrone was an early moniker of joe brietenbach, who now grows organic drones under the name of gallows. before he unplugged the laptop, a small amount of output made it's way into the public realm in the form a few splits (w/ yes collapse, dance wounds, and wether) a c20 ("the sun cocaine" on lovers tapes) and a collab 12" w/ wether (forthcoming in snakefork/blue sky writing). these are the remaining tracks that have been collecting virtual dust in some moldy folder. four sides, five shots. oscillating, slightly processed, chloroformed doses that blend mechanical rhythms and natural elements with each other. packaged in clamshell cases.
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memes - i will catch you - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
905's first journey into non-noise band land, "i will catch you" is nine tracks of avant-pop music from leigh valley's memes. a reverb rich, aerial flooding of experimental jams that draw influences from sonic youth, animal collective, the turtles, and amps for christ. a blend of breezes and hurricanes spread out over thirty minutes. post 911 psychedelic.
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sanguine piss - no horse shit - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
saw these dudes for the first time as a cohesive unit at a recent wiese / wether gig in philadelphia. i've been seeing mat perform as newton for a minute, and known jared for what seems like a decade. in recent years i've been floored by some one-off collabs he has done with matt franco and skeleton warrior, so i was way interested in finding out what those two dudes plus cohort marc zajack (deep fried tapes) had in store. their setup was fairly minimum... some mixers, pedals, and a couple of guitars tuned to untuned. from second one though the most enormous sounds ruptured through the room. i mean, shit was gigantic. every once in a blue moon you could think to yourself "oh, i think that sound is coming from that", but usually it was just a vulgar mess. asked to do a tape while smoking weed out of an apple in the back of the store, even though i remember there being a pipe earlier. i guess that just fit.
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droughter / gnarly sheen - split - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
two heads of the same beast, breathing fire and shitting smoke. droughter devours minds with a vocal shredding, feedback fucked wall of power that is hope enveloping and overloaded with eruptive hysteria. gnarly sheen changes things up with a dilated dronescape utilizing layers of lethargic currents. two reasons to put the entire ward on suicide watch.
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torturing nurse / wasteland jazz unit - split - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
a merciless, bi-continental team up of two horribly unyielding units. representing china is torturing nurse in the three piece form of jiadie, youki, and junky. anyone familiar with tn's mangled gerogerigegege meets a meat grinder style knows what they are in for. a non-stop, pounding, fucked up back alley ballad complete with violent as hell screams and amplified vomit. it's gonna get everywhere, i promise. wasteland jazz unit hail from the good old usa (cincinnati, oh if you want to get technical) and somehow manage to pull off the same ferocious carnage while using a saxophone and clarinet? what!? yes! overly abused wind instruments intentionally doing what was never intended. a piercing and harsh masterpiece.
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time capsule - bummer after bummer - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
mysterious sounds from holes in the ground. the faceless, nomadic zoners known as time capsule drip enigmatic drops of lo-fi, opium laced floaters up and down "bummer after bummer". the exact lineup and instruments used are unknown, but something tells me that the electric bass, clearance rack synths, and possibly a didjeredoo or two don't go unused. some serious space out tunes in a limited run with individually hand painted covers.
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vestigial limb - lung fluid - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
true story: the exact second i popped the master for "lung fluid" into my stereo my entire block lost power, which stayed off for just over twelve hours. now maybe the cause was the huge storm raging outside, i don't know, i'm not a scientist. all i'm saying is that i wouldn't be surprised if vestigial limb blacked out the town. ray shinn continues his slow motion menacing with two more tracks of rumbling taunts. both sides keep a similar audio aesthetic, haunting and crackling their way through a grey mess, while keeping separate moods. side a focuses on a total bleak atmosphere. the flip side drools out shards of panning waves and thick static. utterly sick.
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leavenworth - retention, reunion - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
leavenworth, one of the most under-worshiped noize headz around, has been laying tracks of poison for a couple of years now in virtual secret. hailing from fly over country usa, this dude hovers blankets of paint stripping, bong ripping clamor on top of you until a rush of warmth and awkwardness flows through your veins. utilizing a blend of mixer feedback, pedal tickling, and radio transmissions, leavenworth blazes the room thoroughly.
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altar of flies - the funeral tapes - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
originally released as a very private press on swedish imprint ksp, the material on "the funeral tapes" was just far to emphatic to stay hidden. mattias gustafsson, the whiz behind the altar of flies moniker, spends about a half an hour conjuring up narcotic vibes and sickly tantrums that boil down to some truly eerie sermons. everything from the layers of creep synth, the dense beats, even the sporadic moments of silence between stabs of feedback all manage to sound abnormal and perfect at the same time. the final track plays like a john carpenter tune (think escape from new york, not ghost of mars) with moments where you could imagine carpenter is attempting to teach free jazz to martians.
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wether - post-cave music - 905 tapes - cass - 6$
the first wether material to arise from the new homestead. side a is one looping burner focusing mainly on a steady cycle of decaying loops. the b side is split up into two feedback laden, rotten drone plagues. everything was recorded straight to tape with no "post-production" taking place.
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teeth collection & plasmic formations - collabroration - 905 tapes - cass - 6$ sold out
former yes, collapsers and current dayton house mates serve up two helpings of zoned-out, reverb packed activity. these are the sounds that come out of the basements you don't go into, or the small town graveyards that are half paved over. organic and unearthly with freights of gelatinous tones and vocal black magic.
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fossils - airport journals - 905 tapes - cass - 6$ sold out
the first time i saw fossils i was sitting far to stoned on a piano bench in ontario and they fucking killed it. i like to think that is exactly how they recorded "airport journals" - superfluously blazed on some canadian piano furniture. the boughner / smith / payne trio bring it here with thirty minutes of circuit crunching, mind numbing, limb twitching junk. shit that makes you grind your teeth and then fall over. these are some serious bottom of the ocean sounds. everything was recorded live, straight to tape, making for some raw crawls into the gutter.
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sam goldberg - cycles - 905 tapes - cass - 6$ sold out
my girlfriend works with kids who have special needs, a job which provides her with a plethora of stories that are sometimes heartbreaking and sometimes inspiring. one day she comes home and is telling me about this little girl who (and i swear this is a quote) wont stop touching her brain. apparently the back of her skull never fully developed, or some wacky shit like that, and she tends to jab her digits into the skin like mash potatoes. pretty fucked up, but you gotta wonder what kind of trippy sounds spill out when she hits a sweet spot. i say that to say this... golderb's work on cycles is a mega minimal, high definition brain toucher. heavy use of analog synth intravenous therapy and swelled organ drones that will get us full-skulled fools as close as we can to scratching up some temporal lobe. all the covers are unique, made out of stained glass style film.
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