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never use the same door twice - psychic sound recordings - lp - 20sold out

Recordings and Drawings by Corum

Limited Edition of 150
Includes a 2’ X 3’ black and white double sided screen printed storyboard poster
-Packaging in heavy duty handmade Folkways style leather-like sleeve/ Screen printed cover
-Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk at Stereophonic Mastering (Mississippi Records/ Sublime Frequencies)

“A creepy, daring and resplendent work constructs a mind-melting psychopharmacological vision wherein rhythms and melodies ooze into and out of focus. And when those signposts disappear, a gentle drone or spacey bit of heavily processed trumpet slides right in to take their place.
There are movements to it that could be boiled down to individual tracks, but, like a good LSD trip, you are much better off not trying to force any strictures upon Never Use. You’re far better off letting the music unfold on its own terms. Actuel Records-catalog-as-remixed-by-Coil simmer.”
-Robert Ham, WW

“Occult magick, sequential art, books on tape, and cut-up literature—Fake Hospital Information Office and Group Operators, the mixed-media experiment of Million Brazilian’s Grant Corum, is at the intersection of all these and more. Evoking images of ancient ceremony, spectral phenomena, and early dungeon-crawling RPGs, Fake Hospital Book I was designed as a “reality hacking” operation in which Corum attempts “to forge spirits within experimental arts and performance.” Essentially a story told through music, projection, and narrated dream states, Corum bewitches the senses and guides the listener through an adventure unlike any other.”
-chriscantino, The Mercury

“A middle-eastern trance panic pandemonium; clarinet, bamboo flutes, delay pedals and pulsating loops woven masterfully and magickally to coalesce in an event horizon of moment, slo-motion movement, reality running backwards, like flickering celluloid, stained technicolor with a psychedelic light show. Brian Jones would have been utterly stoked, as these two fine fellows brought a hint of vines and the rustle of bird-calls to the damp chilly evening. I could practically feel the Jaguar's breath, on the back of my neck.”
- live account by http://jsheaven

“Look at track density. Modified accordion or hurdy-gurdy. Light tablas on rhythm. Tuned bronze bowls. Large consonant unison structures, heavy washes of elemental and essential harmonizing layering behind melodic focal note forms. Bird, rattlers, flute or clarinet. As good as the rather good Philip Glass. Where???s the utopic philosophy of harmonics? This stuff is good! Eric Dolphy through Pharaoh Sanders through Philip Glass. It is too easy to say simply Muslimgauze.”
-Grizzly Adam, KFJC 89.7 FM

10:10 opening the digital door - psychic sound recordings / sonic meditations - lp - 14$

music by bill doob
Inspired School of Astral Music

-Masted by Timothy Stollenwerk at Stereophonic
-Limited Edition of 147
-Screen printed covers on heavy cardstock.
-Includes essay on the Cybergenetic Fugue State and the meaning of 10:10.

Co-released by Sonic Meditations and Psychic Sounds, this record is a meditation on Internet Consciousness, the Cybergenetic Fugue State (CFS) and Numerical Synchronicity as memory recovery in the digital age. Musically, it has been compared to Brian Eno, Tangerine Dream and Popol Vuh. I don't disagree yet I think it exists in its own musical realm. The four compositions are brooding dreams of memory and nostalgia.

big blood & the wicked hex - phase!– lp – 20$

A stunning new album including 5 long jams (23 minutes each side) which balance perfectly between the homey "Strange Maine" sound, the collage aesthetic of "The Grove" and the extraordinary singer/songwriter approach as heard on "Dead Songs". If it wasn't released by Phase!, it would certainly top a position in the 2011 TOP-13 albums!
Comes in an edition of 350 copies w/ 2-color awesome screenprinted jacket + insert.

music for sensory isolation - inspired school of astral music - cass - 6$

These compositions are recommended to be used in conjunction with a Light Excluding Mask (LEM) and experienced with headphones on in a tranquil environment. Journey beyond forced reality to your inner mind space and explore it. Pay attention to what you encounter. These musical pieces are a tool to help you enter your personal Enhanced Lucid Realm (ELR). There are no restrictions to what you can achieve.

of the dreams and ambitions - inspired school of astral music - cass - 6$

I have to be me; we each have our own destiny.
- Dorothy Stratten

It's here, everything -
Everything anyone ever
Dreamed of, and more.
But love is lost:

The only sacrifice
To live in this heaven,
This Disneyland
Where people are the games.
Los Angeles, August 1979.
NEW C21 STEREO CASSETTE. TWO COMPOSITIONS FOR DOROTHY STRATTEN.
Limited Edition of 40.

virtually underwater - inspired school of astral music - cass - 6$

New Stereo Cassette Out Now. Nearly 40 minutes of Inspired Underwater Bliss (IUB).

virtually underwater
we are mired in plato's digital cybercave
drowning in a hollow virtual dream
swim up
towards the true light
regain your memory and life

recorded by bill doob
portland orgasm
inspired school of astral music

mark mcguire - misunderstandings - deception island - cass - 8$

As he graces his first DI edition since 2007's sterling Distractions, Mark McGuire is a jammer who no longer needs any introduction I can give him; the fingerprints in question are all over a knot of crucial units, including Skyramps (with Daniel Lopatin), Free Time (with Sam Goldberg), Sunwatcher (with Lambsbread's Shane MacKenzie), and of course, Emeralds, to say nothing of a sprawling catalog of solo missives and the endless pluck of a host of pale imitators. It's enough to give one the sense of McGuire as a contemporary answer to the itinterant Fripp of 1974-81, following a singular muse with brilliant insight and focus into the territory between experimental and popular musics, and doing so as part of a bustling encampment of contemporaries who have found themselves in the same place for the moment, each for their own reasons.

But seriously, underwater lakes are a real thing, and the beautifully zonked/plasticized guitar synth of side one's title track is something like the sound of parking coyly beside one and tuning one's radio to a frequency that causes a sparkling blue gel, flecked with seaweed, to stream from the speakers, while "Nothing Personal," which stretches with precise, studied melancholy across the length of side two is more like the ensuing stroll down the boardwalk, a pastiche of Brighton Beach and "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" constructed from victorian automata, in which pairs of mechanical fish with gleaming, uncorroded scales and oppressively heavy fur coats trudge, fin in fin, against the current. Halfway in, a radiant, cutting shaft of light offers a sudden and rapturous glimpse of all those gears turning at once without adding up to anything approaching a clock. Instead, there's an unbounded, oceanic sense of tiny variations rippling outward in all directions from every event, of time as the horizon and undoing of any attempt at individual perspective. It's an ego solvent that owes as much to, say, Music for Eighteen Musicians, or Schlingen-Blangen as it does to Inventions for Electric Guitar or I Advance Masked and a perfect example of McGuire's solo work at its most burnished and compelling.
Hand-numbered edition of 300.

bryter layter- imprinted season – arbor - cass – 7$

The debut release from this collaborative project between Joseph Raglani (Kranky) and Mike Pollard (Arbor) was conceived during Summer 2008 upon a chance meeting and mutual inspiration. The project exists on its own, filling a space removed from either artists regular mode. “Imprinted Season” consists of six songs, cohesive and focus; a presentation of a modern take on electronic music and traditional pop structure. An attempt to reconcile the conception of the synthesizer as a drone machine and reconnect it to music’s roots, filling the circuits with life and emotion. The melancholy of early morning, dew on the blossoming flowers glistening in the sun’s haze. The future is bright no matter how bleak the present. In an edition of 125 tapes with full color cardstock covers and printed labels.
-arbor

brendan murray - inveterate – arbor - cass - 7$

Brendan Murray’s consistent output for the past decade has revealed an underlying concern for the working of sonic material. Inveterate, containing a single,extended 90 minute recording follows this line of thought; looking inside of a sustained moment developing in such a way that difference and similarity can no longer be distinguished. Establishing itself as itself by attempting to present the sound from all possible angles and orientations. Nonlinear developments; viewed from the outside as a long blur. Recorded September 2009 at Weirdo Records. In an edition of 150 copies with professionally duplicated/imprinted cassettes and cardstock covers.

marble sky - sway - monorail trespassing - cass - 6$

winter seclusion from frozen fields. absolutely flawless and well-paced synth / guitar work -- bursting through thick clouds and shining bright, but always near the darkness. somewhere, something is wrong; somewhere else, Dreams are Coming True. edition of 125, full color covers and glossy labels.
-mt

rene hell - baroque arcade - is night people – cass - 7$

Will anyone ever fully catch on, be able to keep track of, or catch up with Jeff Witscher’s mysterious output? like trying to understand alien technology, like feeling space and time itself like a drug, this cassette of new Rene Hell material falls easily amongst Witscher's best offerings and falls like a prelude to his upcoming LP on Type. An intense abyss of ambiguous voices, decaying rhythm tracks, synth ambience, super hi fi production and panning techniques, Baroque Arcade endlessly stretches out from the speakers like some new world being born.
-inp

mirror to mirror - here you leave today - jugular forest / cylindrical habitat modules - lp - 18$

"Here You Leave Today is Southern California based Alex Twomey's first full-length LP
as Mirror to Mirror, co-released by his own label Jugular Forest and the Cleveland
based Cylindrical Habitat Modules after a string of cassette releases for Arbor, Ekhein,
Gift Tapes, and Monorail Trespassing. Throughout the course of 7 enchanting
compositions for synthesizer Alex conveys a sense of thoughtful reflection. A melodious
personal journey exploring ones open connections to the people and surroundings they
encounter. Cotton candy for the ride home."
250 copies

earn / mirror to mirror - sympathy / soft years - jugular forest - cass - 7$

1958-2009 - live - jugular forest - cass - 7$

live guitar and synthesizer performances from matthew sullivan (earn; ekhein label) and
alex twomey (mirror to mirror; jugular forest label). a heavyhearted, ambient in-studio performance
and an extremely gazed live rendition of the B side from the project's first tape on ekhein.
everything dedicated to michael jackson. 1958-2009.
-jf

mirror to mirror - a personal reality – arbor - cass -7$

Alex Twomey’s Mirror to Mirror project continues a long standing tradition of Southern California artists focused on introspection and slow simplicity. Inspired by long roads and large open spaces; as well as their place within the daily repetition, finding sense within the nonsense. Light washes of painterly composition; evolving harmonies transform, turning in on themselves. The first track, ‘Laughing and Understanding’ , was developed last winter on the California tour with Infinite Body, Pedestrian Deposit, Earn, Cloaked Light, and Pale Blue Sky. In an edition of 150 copies with professionally duplicated/imprinted cassettes and cardstock covers.

kwjaz - nnf - lp - 12$

San Franciscan Peter Berend’s mystery mixtape unit, KWJAZ, flashed forth this debut self-titled slab of “post-plastic sublime decomposed luxury grooves” on cassette via his own rarified Brunch Groupe imprint early in 2011 and the 120 listeners lucky enough to grip a copy know who they are. It only took half a listen before we green-lit this tape-degraded gem for vinyl treatment and we are dee-lighted to present it thusly. Comprised of two side-long suites, “Once In Babylon” and the oddly monikered “Frighteous Wane,” KWJAZ nimbly ebbs and flows the proceedings through airy cloud-jazz passages (complete with smoky crystal vibes keys and narcotic hiss-hazed horn sections), bouncy weirdo dub-funk vignettes, stretched-out syrupy synth stews, and smooth faux-Steely D soft-rock abstractions, all without ever sounding schizo or style-hoppy. A major feat, and a real riddle of an LP that deepens and ripens with each spin. Hopefully you were savvy enough to catch him on his recent coast-to-coast summer tour with Swanox and Sudden Oak; if not, tune in to this. Black vinyl LPs (mastered at Dubplates in Berlin) in jackets with cosmic floral artwork by Austin Cho/Casey Grr. Edition of 700.

jurgen muller - science of the sea - digitalis recordings -lp - 16$

Jürgen Müller was a self-taught amateur musician who, while studying oceanic science at the University of Kiel, purchased some electronic instruments and set up a mobile studio on his house boat, docked along the town of Heikendorf, on the North Sea. He held a life-long fascination with the ocean, the expansive and endless inner-space of the deep, where he felt many ecological miracles had yet to be discovered, and which kindled a love for the unknown. This love of all things nautical started early in his youth and eventually led him to study the oceanic sciences. For one week in 1979, Jürgen took up with a film crew on a mission to document some sea-water toxicity testing that was being performed by a couple of notable biologists, only a few kilometers offshore. At the end of the expedition, he decided that he would make music to capture the strange feeling conjured by these experiences. Utilizing only a handful of barely-remembered childhood piano lessons, Jürgen set about creating his marine-influenced vignettes with some electronic instruments he had gathered through friends, as well as borrowing some new equipment from a local school's music department. As a general music lover, earlier in the '70s he had taken note of several avant-garde electronic composers who he felt simultaneously captured a purity of sound and sense of wonder that was lacking in other music. He dreamt of fusing this ideal with the synthetic recreations of nature. In a sense, one could say he stumbled onto an early "new age" aesthetic through pure ignorance and coincidence. Mixing relaxing ambient tones and spooky, otherworldly sounds, he came up with a unique approach. After filling several reels of home recordings, he held ambitions of becoming a film composer. He decided to start his own publishing company, Neue Wissenschaft, and hoped to compose albums to sell as production music to various film companies for use in documentaries and television programs. As he was simultaneously hard at work on his studies to finish school, he had to work on his music in short intervals, and often had to put it aside altogether. As a result, it took several years for him to actually realize his sole full-length recording, Science Of The Sea, the sessions for which began in late 1981, before finishing a year later. Less than 100 copies were pressed, and few of them were even sent out to potential clients. Most copies were eventually given to friends and family. Jürgen's musical gamble never quite paid off as he had hoped, and without any outside interest or connections in the music world, he soon abandoned any dreams of a musical existence and instead chose to further his oceanographic career. Remastered from the original tapes by Brad Rose. Cut to vinyl at Dubplates & Mastering, Berlin and pressed in Germany.
-digitalis

panabrite – wind rider - tranquilty tapes - cass - 7$

Seattle’s Norm Chambers and his project Panabrite seemed to appear out of nowhere last year, displaying awe-inspiring synth wizardry across a handful of cassettes. Wind Rider builds upon that foundation and expands Panabrite’s horizons even further. Only briefly flirting with the oceanic themes prevalent in much of his work, Chambers instead takes to the skies. Soaring arpeggios mix with warm synth pads and even vocoder to form seven concise, fully realized pieces. It’s simply amazing how many gorgeous melodic passages Chambers is able to unleash in a single track while still managing to keep the composition light and airy. Homage to new age and kosmiche pioneers is apparent throughout, but Panabrite is so much more than a retro synth project. Chambers manages to combine these influences with his own well-developed compositional ability for a sound that’s personal, progressive, and entirely satisfying to the ears. Pro-dubbed and imprinted chrome cassettes, featuring designs by Caroline Teagle.

peaking lights - imaginary falcons - is night people – lp - 16$

This is the debut full length LP by Madison Wisconsin's Peaking Lights. Members Indra Dunis (Numbers/Rah Dunes) and Aaron Coyes (Rah Dunes) created a stunner that's full of hypnotic analog electronics, pulsing drum sounds, perfectly somber pop layered keys, blown psych guitar, and Indra's warm drifting vocals. This record is all its own, everything it needs to be, and it won't disappoint any expectations of its harmony and beauty. Groovy, spacey, heartfelt music for a new age. Art work and silkscreen by Shawn Reed.
-np

dirty beaches - night city - is night people – cass - 7$

This all instrumental Dirty Beaches cassette has us really excited about the kind of depth and space that is created in the approach to this project, with a Debut LP coming out on Night People later this year the amount of variety being showcased in recent recordings and demos leads us to think that something truly great is coming together. Night City stretches out like an endless shimmering world of cinematic movement and light, layers of synth and organ jamming glide over a steady backdrop of analogue rhythm machines and textural ambience. This cassette is as good as anything released on Night-People and is the kind of music that could complete any moment or movement in travel to the extent of just simply listening to this while getting from any point A to point B.
-inp

ema - little sketches on tape - is night people – cass - 7$

EMA is Erika Anderson of the recently broken up long running west coast band Gowns. Despite being recorded when Gowns was still active this cassette seems the perfect moving on of sorts for Erika's vast creative potential. This release of solo guitar, piano, voice, and tape collage couldn't be blessed with more heartfelt beauty, it seems almost impossible as is, the amount of intimate feeling that resounds in the tape. The tape itself taking on properties of the composition used as an instrument in and of itself to accompany Erika's amazing voice and lyrics. This release took a long time to fully come together and actually come out, it was well worth the wait, it doesn't get any better then this.
-inp

lawrence english - kiri no oto - digitalis recordings -lp - 17$

There's no doubt that Australia-based media artist, composer and curator Lawrence English has been responsible for some of the best drone compositions in the past decade, but with Kiri No Oto he unleashed his magnum opus. It's a stunning album on every level. English blends an array of natural and unnatural sources into a living document that is constantly captivating and engages the listener on many levels. This is a work set apart from much of English's discography, but still blanketed by his exquisite attention to detail that keeps everything in its right place. Originally released as a CD on the Touch label (TONE 031CD) in 2008, Kiri No Oto finds a new lease on life etched into wax. Album opener "Organs Lost At Sea" leaves nothing to chance. From the first saturated chords, you are enveloped in Kiri's aural landscape. Towering drones get weighted down with fuzz, overpowering the fog that's present throughout the record. It's like hearing the hum of the Earth released from its cage for the first time. Flowing seamlessly into the quieter but no less imposing "Soft Fuse," there's never a chance to catch your breath. English is content to overrun your ears. "Waves Sheer Light" catches you by the wings and lifts you high into the clouds. This is what floating sounds like. It's an enchanted and dizzying experience. This is music that is timeless in the literal sense. You get lost within these sonic walls, unsure if you've been swimming there for hours or only a few minutes. This is especially true on the underwater gauziness of "Figure's Lone Static." It feels endless. "White Spray" plies similar ground with bits and pieces of electric harmonics peaking through the static every so often, acting as beacons to find your way. One is content to get lost here. As the album comes to a close on the cathartic "Oamura," Lawrence English's job is done. He has taken you on a dynamic journey and kept you riding on eternal highs. When the melodic tones finally get overtaken by the sound of ocean waves, it is simply time to flip it over and start the experience again. Vinyl cut at Dubplates & Mastering in Berlin. Limited to 500 copies only for the world.
-digitalis

panabrite – wind rider - tranquilty tapes - cass - 7$

pulse emitter - decaying ships - ultra eczema - lp - 27$

the road is long, sweaty and tense when your shoes are made of metal and you have to walk through a labyrinth with a magnetic floor to reach a brown sea full of hungry lobsters. theship is waiting though, and the tension is building up heavily with every spin of this record,heavy meditative aircraft static blurr slowing down your usual codeine rhythm!

modular synth carpets at its nastiest! you'll be purring when you're on the actual boat.. thick like your mommy's wallet, yet sparse droning that'll get you more "out there" than bob marleyat his vaguest. 2 pieces pushing your brains to one side if the volume is right.

limited to 300 copies, comes in a neon green and black sleeve by ulf f faefs.
-ue

(d)(b)(h) / russian tsarlag - i can't think / i can't walk - el tule - cass - 6$

This 75 minute split tape is essentially a full album per side. "I Can't Walk" by Russian Tsarlag features more of Carlos Gonzales mutated guitar pop similar to that heard on the recent "Open Casket" and "Community Death Tube" LPs. Tslarlag sounds so incredibly wasted that he can barely string a song together, but somehow he manages to and it becomes something entirely new and amazing in the process. These woozy wierdo-pop tunes will burrow their way deep into the recess of your brain and swim around until you catch yourself humming one of them in line at the post office.

Local Bloomington free improv group (d)(b)(h) gives us "I Can't Think". (d)(b)(h) live are never the same more than once. I witnessed them play once in the bathroom of a house, one member was shaving at the sink, the other stripping and changing his clothes in the bathtub and Justin Rhody, the ringmaster of the group, was sitting on the toilet with his pants around his ankles reading a playboy all while a strange prepared tape played in the background. This tape showcases their free form, improvised, noise-skronk jams at a breakneck place. Sometimes these songs remind me of an injured animal wildly flailing around with their last breath, but in a good way.

venn rain- first light - hooker vision - cass - 6$

England’s Venn Rain takes time to get friendly with his delirious swells and pulses as he bathes them in a layer of tranquil reverb.
36 min solid black, pro-dubbed cassette with silver imprint. Black and white art by Grant Evans. Edition of 100.

vortex rikers - s/t - sweat lodge guru - cass - 7$

Afterparty dungeon music, perfect to ease those post-ecstatic, early morning comedowns – when the bright lights burned into your retinas begin to emit ghostly drones and skitter across threadbare breakbeats like luminescent arachnid before descending back into the cavernous depths of darkness. Limited to 70 pro-dubbed, imprinted cassettes.

vxpxc - dead right there - sky fi transmissions – cass – 7$

"90 minute document of two live events culled from the vaults of the early years of VxPxC. From delicate sprawling drone to outright tonal murkitude, this is guaranteed to melt ur brainstem. A lullaby for a nuclear winter. limited to 60 copies.
-skyfi

sanso xtr0 - fountain fountain joyous mountain - digitalis recordings -lp - 16$

It's been over five years since we last heard from Melissa Agate aka Sanso-Xtro on her record for Type, "Sentimentalist." In those five years quite a bit has happened. Agate's relocated to her native Australia and the move has treated her well. Fountain Fountain Joyous Mountain takes a lot of the ideas from her first record and dials them in, pushing everything to the next level. This collection of songs is a quiet force, blissfully confident and expertly assembled. Sanso's soundworld is fully immersive environment.

On the opener, "Fountain Fountain," we get a glimpse of everything to come. Slow-moving synthesizer sequences stay in constant motion as the piece slowly builds. Accenting bells and electronics skitter across the aural landscape, everything teasing like it will stop completely before picking back up with even more steam than before. There's this carefully controlled chaos at work that is immediately hypnotizing. Agate sings simple passages toward the end, welcoming listeners into this new world as her voice floats above the fray.

It becomes obvious as the album progresses that Agate is, at heart, a drummer. The staccato rhythms and percussive embellishments bring the album to life. These rapid-fire beats in conjunction with precise, half-speed instrumentation work in perfect harmony. Reminiscent of Blackdance-era Schulze at times, there's an intoxicating dizzyness that is effortlessly present in "The Origin of Birds" and "Wood Owl Wings a Rush Rush." Agate even throws a few nods to free jazz with "Goodnight Thylacine." Her skill as a drummer is matched by her ability as a songwriter, knowing when to push it over the top and when to dial it back. Album closer, "Exit: Joyous Mountain," sounds like a lost Alan Lomax gem with its and melodica/harmonica duet and delicate singing.

"Hello Night Crow" is the literal and figurative center of the album, though. It starts with a ringing synth loop that gives nothing away until the electronic chord changes emerge a minute in. Again it's about the slow-build that raises the tension and anticipation before melting into the sky. It's like when you rub your eyes and get bombarded by geometric shapes swirling on a sea of blackness. The song envelopes you and you're instantly transported until you open your eyes. "You wouldn't recognize that its not there anymore," Agate sings over the bubbling waves of synths. It is beautiful and crushing.

Melissa Agate's second album proves what a force she is to be reckoned with. Everything feels in the right place; the details matter. Fountain Fountain Joyous Mountain is a three-dimensional record. You can hear it. You can see it. But most importantly, you can certainly feel it.

**Fountain Fountain Joyous Mountain was mastered by Lawrence English. Vinyl cut at D+M in Berlin Artwork and design by Fergal Brennan.**

svarte greiner - penpals forever (& ever) - digitalis recordings - lp - 18$

Svarte Greiner is the nom de plume of Deaf Center's Erik K. Skodvin. Hailing from Norway, his solo efforts are always stripped bare, white-knuckle sojourns through dark, haunted ambient sonic corridors. "Penpals Forever (and Ever)" is the imaginary tale of a long dead Baroque painter and his telekinetic correspondence with a flightless bird. It feels archaic; experimental death marches circa 1622. Like Guercino's Et in Arcadia Ego, once the end is realized there's nowhere left to go. It's beyond our experience and sometimes you never recover from the shock.

Despite its rather cheery title, "Penpals Forever (and Ever)," is another step toward the abyss. Musically sparse, Svarte Greiner finds new channels connecting desolate landscapes through ethereal nightmares. It is music best served cold. Chattering, looping guitar lines that feel like muscle being separated from bone slowly build into aching piles of aural dissonance. It's painful to a point. Recorded voices speak a language you can't understand underneath ominous, echoing single notes. Distant metal fragments scrape the dirt from detuned strings while a nefarious feathered minstrel bows dying instruments in the background. No hope left, death is just around the corner.

As it ever was, Svarte Greiner is again weaving something deliciously sinister. This is music that is uncomfortably bare. Within its blood-stained confines there is nowhere to hide. Skodvin's tangled, gnarled tale goes back and forth into infinity until it becomes clear that the flightless bird in question lives inside your skull. Drowning slowly into one's own twisted mind, "Penpals" is the soundtrack of loss; the procession of fears gradually becoming so overbearing that you can't escape your own demons.

**The first side (first two tracks) were originally issued on the "Penpals Forever" cassette on Digitalis in 2008, limited to 180 copies. Both tracks have been completely remastered. The remaining pieces are all new and exclusive to this release**

bugskull - communication - digitalis recordings - lp - 15$

Flashback to 1997 and in the world of underground droning weirdness, Bugskull were heavyweight champions. The revolving cast of characters always centered around Sean Byrne. He concocted buckets full of syrupy delights that encompassed everything from electronica, post-rock, dub, noise and endless pop hooks. Byrne was joined by multi-instrumentalist Brendan Bell and percussionist James Yu throughout the latter half of the '90s, taking Bugskull from bedroom wonder to full-blown magic carpet band. Bugskull released records and singles on some of the great experimental labels of the day such as Road Cone, Scratch, and Shrimper. I can safely say that as I was discovering experimental music during my mid & late teens, Bugskull were one of my all-time favorite bands.

The last album Byrne released was in 2002, "The Big White Cloud," which followed-up the acclaimed "Distracted Snowflake" duology. During the late '90s, Byrne recorded a third album that extended the themes of the "Snowflake" records. Due to label issues and disputes, this third album never came out until now, almost ten years later. "Communication" is the bookend to the hypnotic reverie created by "Distracted Snowflake" volumes 1 & 2. With layers of organ and synth floating like cotton candy on top of dub and hip-hop infused beats, Byrne is in top form.

"Communication" isn't so much a lost album as it is confirmation of a legacy and declaration of intent. Bugskull is back. From the tribal beach vibes of "High Steppin' II" right down to the drenched bones of the droning, black river sonics of "Subterranean Life," this album brings everything that made Bugskull so great and concentrates it on two sides of vinyl. Upbeat, fast-moving synth lines bob and move in minimal electronic waves while violins moan on "Squeaky Bagpipe." The title track is an exercise in restraint as Byrne uses turntables and molasses-paced guitars to the listener into a false sense of serenity, only to be drowned in opiates and put to bed by "Pondlife." Whether he's created simple, deceptive trips with sparse, but effective rhythmic cues or is just wallowing in the aural beauty of sine tones and synth drones, Byrne doesn't ever let up.

For those who have been as big of fans I have through the years, you probably never thought another Bugskull album would show up on the horizon. I know I didn't. But after seven years of waiting for something fresh, it's all worth it in the end to start the journey from scratch.

Vinyl only and limited to 300 copies
-digitalis

yellow swans & mouthus - conan island - weird forest - lp -5$

An inevitable match made in Hades. Four titans workin' it out in the primordial mulch and all the gods are cowering in their presence. The dual intertwining guitar-attack impacts and fragments into the dense concrete percussion forest surrounded by a shroud of pulsing caterwauling skree. A harum-scarum locomotive ride of thick, bombastic & heavy proportions..just like you want it to be. Play loud for optimum effect! Cover art by Brian Sullivan.
-wf

russian tsarlag - open casket - hot releases - lp - 12$

romantic low-fi death rock creepers from prolific Providence
showman/illustrator/film-maker Carlos Gonzalez. Some of his catchiest
tunes yet. To be listened at night on headphones. Reminds me of morbid
childhood, the thing in the mirror, the AM rock n roll station and
it’s chintzy announcers, hair collectors and men in heels - - #1 pop
hit of the year - - -
-hotreleases

tonstartshitband - maihama - dœs are- 6$

"Here's some new boy ecstacy pop. Taking a break from old hat, Tonstartssbandht pass the time with some pop loop experiments. This tape's about freeing dæmons, connecting with everything, bumping the ganz toll, doubling your self and predicting the weather. The Colors represent the sweet spot, and you know you can make it happen so that's pride!"

weyes blood - liquor castle / shattered mirror - mbv - cass - 6$

originally made for tour. soon to be a 7"? Bucks County, Pennsylvania's dank songstress has played in axolotl & jackie-o motherfucker.

pete swanson - challenger - self released - cass - 7$

geoff mullen & keith fullerton whitman - november 28, 2009 - upstairs - cdr - 8$

Geoff Mullen and Keith Fullerton Whitman welcome you to the new-domestic. The moving hallway is dotted with TIF frames and leads you to a center room location radiating with CMYK hum. This sonic-grand-tour was recorded live to glass, over one day in Providence, Rhode Island; a machine groove epic in movements that offers up total sonoronarrative immersion while kindling thoughts of Paul Verhoven-like industrial safehouses in which doomed plans are made. Coming from inside the walls of this micro-future, GM/KFW surge a permeating drive that shows lost footage and reveals forgotten locations, levels below. The CS-50/MT-68 combo-splices finally unveil the screen -- tomorrow into Gateway. The chimes from within lead you deeper and the screen behind you shuts off. The finale take on almost a dare I say Haruomi vibe; west meets east without overt crystallization of dialectic black helicopters and blurred out kanji. Nice and wide and deep stereo balance to boot. Seminal synth war/drama action from East coast legends that commit to the landing and stick it.
-upstairs

hobo cubes - perceptive pulses- orange milk - cass - 5$

Otherworldly synth hero and bonafide cult leader, Francesco De Gallo, known to friends as Hobo Cubes, has accumulated one of the most impressive and illustrious discographies among the ambient, minimalistic tape-sharing crowd. Now we can add to that catalog Perceptive Pulses, a fantastic and dreamlike release on Orange Milk Records. It's surely one of the fullest and most textual tapes we've heard yet from the Hobo, but it's not without his trademark spaciness and sense of adventure lurking beneath every movement. A magical ride.
- via zeneffects

dust - ballet - phaserprone - cass - 7$

Hushed moments of lyrical voice, with fractured synthesizer. Hidden exploration's of unfolding autonomous nuance. First and possibly the last Dust release, new identity as Five Mask. Just a taste of what is to come. Formerly Earth Crown, formerly Copper Glove. Letterpressed J-Card and Pro Duplicated Tape.

sean mccann - s/t - ekhein - cass - 7$

Orchestral miniatures by the always forward Sean McCann. Layering countless 4-track recordings of strings at varying fidelity. Huge swells of pure music rising out of unexpected places on these six tracks. Flowing very much like an album, every sound in it's right place.
-ekhein

banana pill / timothy c holehouse - split - jozik - cass - 6$

Banana Pill from Finland on side A offer the listener two tracks, one being an ambient drone piece with lo-fi sampling and looped wind instruments and the other one being a more melodic dronefolk piece with synth drones, guitar, violin, and of course, tons of looped sounds. Timothy C Holehouse, an Englishman better known as blues musician Tim Holehouse, offers us a 20 minute track comprised of guitar drones and melodies. At times it all gets very quiet, droney and even dark, but next you hear birds singing and guitar playing a simple melody. The tapes come in black carton boxes with an artwork. Limited to 80 copies.

palmetto moon electronic group - restructures vol 2 - self released - cass - 7$

flower corsano duo - the chocolate cities - self released - cdr - 8$

Michael Flower (Vibracathedral Orchestra, Sunburned Hand of the Man): Japan banjo
Chris Corsano (Paul Flaherty, Jandek, Thurston Moore, Vampire Belt, Evan Parker): drums, melodica

5 live cuts from 2009 recorded in Cambridge, UK & Geneva, Switzerland. Originally available on the Flower-Corsano U.S. Fall tour. Cover done in loving tribute to The Co-op's (UK grocery store) chocolate bar packaging
-cc

being & body collector - guile in white heat -skeleton dust – cd – 6$

Gripped this one in a trade with Being at the 517 noisfest 4, the day it was released.
I find myself wondering sometimes if I enjoy harsh noise or not. Alot of times it chan just depend onf how it is presented. Well, this is some really harsh stuff, and I love it.
First of all, the concept to this one is simple, yet awesome. Each artist has a solo track. The artists remix the other artist's track. Then they collaborate on one track at the end. This makes for some great pieces.The packing is simple and straight to the point. Recording info, track names, you know, the essentials. Also has one of those pure black back cases, I rarely see those anymore. The disc is really cool, it is red, and has a very nice texture to it, I wonder what type of paints were used. I really dig the front cover. The only problem I have with the artwork is that it might be TOO minimal. The inside of the cover is totally blank, I think that space could've been utilized to include some more graphics similar to the front cover graphics and really bring the art alive. But other than that, I really enjoy the way this is presented, and the red theme is really cool.
Before hearing this album, i'd never heard or even heard of either artist, so I had no clue what to expect. I like that when listening to an album, no prior knowledge to base an opinion off of, just what I feel when listening. When I put it in, I was genuinly interested in the textures and sounds I was hearing. The original tracks were great, Being's had some of the best work on the album, and Body Collector's included some very great scremaing (hard to identify, but it does sound ike it) and high pitched noises that really lent themselves to the track. I didn't enjoy the remixes as much. Being's remix of Body Collector's "Rotting & Unkept" was alright, but Body Collector's remix of Being "Cold Hands Gripping" seemed to tone down the great song. The collaboration track is a great one, some really great frequencies and textures throughout.
Overall, I really enjoyed this one, I look forward to hearing more from both artists.

piper spray - omnicron girls - orange milk - cass - 5$

Russia's Piper Spray gives us bizarre electronic pop. This is experimental stuff when it works on an established and trodden musical realm and subverts from within.

sean mccann - open resolve - orange milk - lp - 15$

A seminal recording of sound collage and experimental synthesizer music from one of the brightest musicians in underground America.
LP edition includes insert and purple vinyl.

methadrone - final skull - 905 tapes - 2xcass - 7$

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.
-905

bee mask - elegy for beach friday - spectrum spools - 2xlp - 22$

Chris Madak has been on a tangled and cryptic path toward the full realization of his Bee Mask alter ego. Now, for the first time, there seems to be light at the end of the tunnel -- a chance for old plans to come to fruition and for new ideas to blossom into the unknown. Elegy For Beach Friday is a personal selection of highlights from a slew of limited cassette and CD-R editions recorded between 2003 and 2010, re-imagined, re-edited, and remastered, offering both a cross-section for the uninitiated and a fresh enigma for the already-enchanted. The original documents will age on the shelves of those fortunate enough to have been in the know, and for the rest of the world, we now have this double LP retrospective of Chris' favorite time-stopping microcosmic suites, woven together over four instantly classic sides of wax. Here, the full range of Bee Mask's sonic palette has been carefully compressed into a dazzling and infinitely dense time capsule of mind-altering Martian sound fields and psychedelic dimension-bending, bridging the worlds of Nikola Tesla and La Monte Young and giving us the ideal soundtrack for our collective walk down a dirt road into the gaseous cloud of our final days. Synthesizers, percussion, piano, guitar, tape, electronics, and max/MSP recorded 2003-2010 in Northampton, MA, New York, NY, Cleveland, OH, and Philadelphia, PA. Edited and mixed at Tranquility Base, February 2011. Cut at Dubplates & Mastering, May 2011. Housed in a deluxe, full-color gatefold sleeve with spot-varnished lettering.
-spectrum spools

temporal marauder - temporal marauder makes you feel - spectrum spools - lp - 18$

If Jean Logarin did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him. Never mind your outsider composers; never mind your library music. Never mind your merely unreleased records. Jean Logarin's music, like some recent unearthings by Belgium's Ultra Eczema label, exists at a remove from publicity so complete that it was nearly not among us, and has never been before. Like any obscurity, its immediate appeal might be that this music could count as a more genuine artifact of its time than any more commercial product, by virtue in part of its being outside of history. Jean Logarin's music is definitely outside of history, but it is no artifact. It is so deeply consonant with the best contemporary electronic music that it is hard to believe it isn't brand new. But the biographical details, however elusive of our usual channels of verification, speak for themselves: Logarin studied under Andrew Rudin during the early 70's; his interest in electronic music further developed while working as a studio assistant for engineer Max Tanguy, an associate of famed krautrock producer, Conny Plank. Through Tanguy, Logarin met percussionist Hans Schule, an eccentric whose shady wealth bankrolled a series of recording sessions at Tanguy's studio. Together with Logarin's then-girlfriend, Llissa Zuckovich, Tanguy, Schule and Logarin proceeded to compose in the studio several hoursworth of finished pieces whose original purpose and intention have only become cloudier with time. There was no serious attempt made to release it, and only vague talk of attempting to sell it for commercial usage. The music on MAKES YOU FEEL is, then, from a historical perspective, purely a vanity project. A vanity project within a vanity project, even: None of the pieces were given titles by Logarin, and the name TEMPORAL MARAUDERS does not predate this release. The album was compiled, its presentation determined, by its own first fan. And here is where the story strains credulity, because it requires believing that Jean Logarin one day met, by chance, accordionist and composer Guerino Raglani, who even then was uncle to a young Joseph Raglani, today trafficking in romantic, kraut-tinged electronics under his own name. Two years ago, the elder Raglani passed onto his nephew a set of DAT transfers of his old tape reels, among which were (what have proven to be the only known) copies of Logarin's studio recordings. The younger Raglani, so the story goes, flipped out--became "nearly scared," in his own words--and demanded to know more. His uncle shed what light he could on how he came into possession of the tapes (a funny story in itself), but it took an extensive search to find any accessible trail to Logarin. While Jean and the rest of the erstwhile group were pleasant enough when located, and happy to lend their support to the belated discovery of their work, each was mostly surprised anyone would want to go to the trouble; particularly Logarin, who declined the invitation to be involved in the project beyond its approval, and encouraged Joseph to come up with the album's names and titles himself. So, the project became Raglani's, and it bears the impression of his own aesthetic stamp, drawing from a range of references he and Logarin discovered they had in common. And yet: a "vanity project within a vanity project"? What else is music to begin with? How can it be said to begin with any purpose, and whose is it to name? In any case, this is close to the limit of what can be said about MAKES YOU FEEL. One may search for further information about Jean Logarin beyond these and a few other bare facts, but only in vain; he does not wish to be known. But to anyone who supposes that music this enjoyable and exciting, however buried, would've already been found by now if it actually existed, I would suggest that it has arrived at just the right time to be heard. And to those who will inevitably question if Logarin himself is real, the only straight answer is that we have his music. How could he not be real? - Michael Ferrer.

dlx othr - nineties youth experience - deception island - cass - 7$

Controls more or less permanently set for cat shit and a hammer. Gutter-sourced and wooden-fingered collage of twin guitar assault from the latest iteration of the ongoing Bee Mask/Skin Graft collab. Disgusting patinas on elaborate bronze machines. Hot coals/black holes uneasy contemplation energy, with an unexpectedly quiet/majestic finish. Mark McGuire (Emeralds) and Nate Scheible make cameo appearances, amid fragments culled from wasted home jams and performances at the Tower2012 in Cleveland."
-di

various - welcome home/diggin' the universe – fuck it tapes – cass – 7$

limited edition cassette. 13 tracks, 12 exclusive to this tape

SIDE A

1. WOODS- "Im Not Gone"
2. RUN DMT- "Richard"
3. WHITE FENCE- "The Love Between" (from their s/t CD/LP)
4. THE FRESH & ONLYS- "Heel.Toe."
5. THE MANTLES- "Bad Movies"
6. SKYGREEN LEOPARDS- "Catch"
7. ALEX BLEEKER- "Gettin By"

SIDE B

8. MOON DUO- "A Little Way Different"
9. CITY CENTER- "Box of Rain"
10. CAUSE CO MOTION- "Over You"
11. ART MUSEUMS- "Darling Are You Out Of Your League Again"
12. NODZZZ- "Old Clothes"
13. DUCKTAILS- "Sun Out My Window"
-woodsist

telecult powers - zion traveler - baked tapes - lp -16$

For the uninitiated, Telecult Powers is the superforce of Mister Matthews and Witchbeam, two weirdos of the highest caliber, bred in Cleveland, nurtured in Brooklyn and now protecting a transdimenional wormhole connecting Crown Heights and New Orleans respectively.

They hit Brooklyn by storm, years ahead of the surge of the current synth infatuation, and clearly stood out by way of their sincerity to their art and most importantly, the substance that backed it up. With but a modest arsenal of mystical synth-gun boxes designed and meticulously hand-assembled by Mister Matthews, these two turned every shithole venue and divebar they graced into a hovering spacecraft that for moments took you away from the $7 beers, high rents and endless neon spandex that Brooklyn had become.

This is a definitively fresh perspective to the evolution of synthesized music in the modern era. This is not the rehashing of cliched 70s synth motifs passed off as "original" or "experimental". This is the cusp. Mister Matthews and Witchbeam will be fondly remembered in the great Tome of 21st century Musicians as journeymen who actively moved electronic music beyond it's overly-glorified past into a new age of enlightenment.

After countless tapes and cdrs, it is astounding that no one has given these two the wax they've so deserved. I am proud to be a positive force in getting this LP into the world. It's the least I can do.

Housed in a full color jackets designed by Witchbeam, LP include digital download code as well as exclusive Mothers Third Eye issue cataloging key events of the next millennia, provided by their future

medicine rocks - untitled - wagon - cass - 7$

medicine rocks new cassette offers 7 or 8 (??) tracks of head spinning electronic percussion, vocals and busted synthesizer. Quite different than the contributions made with Colored Mushroom, these tracks see the unit in much more raw form. Sloppy guitar, destroyed electronic drum kit, and unintelligible vocals make this a rough rider. ltd to 150 copies, professionally duplicated with killer art by Jessica
-wagon

stitched vision - fold - eternal solitude - cass - 7$

edition of 50.
full colour inserts.

Stitched Vision - Observation Deck by eternalsolitude

stitched vision - open palms - eternal solitude - cass - 7$

re-released in an edition of 50.
full colour inserts.
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Stitched Vision - Botanic Trance by eternalsolitude

changeling & nackt insecten - trans atlantice mindmelt vol 1 -sick head - cass – 8$

\ Noisedroners from the USA & Scotland unite via the modern technological wonders of cassette tape and snail mail.
-sickhead

scott tuma - dandelion - digitalis recordings -lp - 16$

The past couple of years have been good to Scott Tuma. After a five-year hiatus, "Not For Nobody" reminded everyone of the subtle force that was lurking up in Chicago. He followed that up with an epic collaborative LP with Zelienople's Mike Weis and an underrated gem as part of the Good Stuff House trio. Those ideas and manifestations present on all three albums come to a head with "Dandelion."

This is Scott Tuma at his most definitive, most vocal, and most devastating. His acoustic vignettes flicker in and out like the specters of long forgotten greats, showing up just long enough to remind you that once upon a time, they ruled the land of kings. Sparse guitar plucks and banjo strums ache in the thin air. "Red Roses For Me" puts all the pieces in place with hollow, reverberating drones piercing the grey skies in the first half of the song. Quiet recordings of birdsong echo in the background, bouncing off minimally shifting banjo and chimes. But this is when Tuma really starts to mess with you, this is when "Dandelion" takes one of many unexpected turns. As a siren wails in the background, he is almost playful in the last half of the piece with a chord organ and gently strummed guitar bleeding nostalgia into the streets. It's a sinister joke in the middle of the flood.

"Dandelion" is a a hymn to loves won, then lost. Dying on the vine, he bellows "You are so pretty," yearning for something simpler and easier to navigate. "You're always on my mind" reminds us that things come to an end, that even the best things have a shelflife. It runs head first into the megalith that is "Free Dirt." Mike Weis makes his present felt as the duo navigates the darkest moments Tuma's ever put to tape. This is "Taradiddle" drowned in the mud. Hope is lost to the darkness as denial turns to acceptance. Winding down into a wall of cymbals and heavy-handed acoustic guitar, it's total catharsis. Tuma and Weis show again just how well they work together.

Eventually this ride, this testament comes to an end. The mournful longing of the final two pieces wraps "Dandelion" up into a perfect, graceful package. Scott Tuma shows one more time why there's nobody else like him around. This may be an album that asks a lot of questions, but it answers every single one.