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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
spoils and relics - ammonium bulb -sick head - cass – 8$
The professors of sound fuckery get right inside your head and rip that shit wide open. Something is being assembled, I’m sure, but how many functioning orifices will the resulting beauty have is your guess. Imagine making sweet love all through a hot night only to discover that your loved one is in fact a C30 cassette with two holes and over a minute of blank at the end of each side. S&R do the unhurried hunting and gathering of sound to the notch and with zero wank. Another static aural delight. -TA
haare - kali yuga -sick head - cass – 8$
Pure darkness with no aggression from the Finnish psychedelic noise-drone master, Haare. Beautifully old-skool maneuver with circular-saw-tamburas and feedbacking plastic mics. Soundtrack to these here dark days in the endless tunnel of relentless emotional stabbing with little release but to 4-track. If you went to this tape’s funeral you’d come home with no eyes, but with the ability to see without any. -TA “Digging this shiiiiiiiiiit! Super dark! This sound was in my brain when I started Sick Head.” - RS “Destroy fascism, Love forever.” - IV
hobo sonn - synthetic preserves -sick head - cass – 8$
A synthetic sermon in heavy stereo from UK’s finest ampler-sampler, Hobo Sonn. It’s like a home gym for the flabby minded. It takes you back to thinking that thunder and lightning are manifestations of some god’s wrath. Relentless bashing of the hopelessly burned mind with the same joyous truth: that it is appointed unto all folks frequently to die. It’s like it’s the future, again, but this time the good guys have the biggest lasers. It’s like two fat guys welding those Japanese pet-robots on sleep depravation and over-time pay in a factory made out of sparks. An electronic anthem for the skewed viewed few. -TA
eye shaking kingdom - with metal and swordlight - sick head - lp – 17$
4 tracks of distress-static, casio magic and lift-shaft plunge electronics
edition of 209
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dylan nyoukis / nackt insecten - split - sick head - cass – 8$
Nyoukis "I'll give you a translation world in which you're a rotting corpse of a run-over dog in some ditch"... where creeper drone is the order of the day to the detriment of all souls regardless of translation world location
Insecten "The Telepathic Jackal" ..by which the realms of good taste are again bypassed in the name of final frontier expansion
-sickhead
mid leopard violet prism - sick head - cass – 8$
Desert brothers Ruaraidh Insecten and Stuart Campaign continue their duo journey on the long since vanished foot steps of ZZ Top. Rattled snakes hide under heavy rumble while the sun burns a cheap six-string into a useless fuck of bent wood. Scrape that bolder, big boy, and don’t you show your face in this here town again until you have some real desert sand between those pretty teeth! Tracks: “Deadly Ochre” and “Brain Residue”.
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treetops - giant earth - split - sick head -cass – 9$
Arbor Mike births tone float and directs natural drone with purest human edge perceptible.
-sh