choc.219  

Latest solo delve from Sarah Albury, one time lank in the tribal yawn fest Leopard Leg who found redemption through homebrew & The Polly Shang Kuan Band. Here she dollops up the goods into a acoustic fog and gets you, the listener, primed. Witness screwy lopsided keyboard & backwards jabber, steaming overdubbed throat drones, sit down wonk out, brain enema electronics and tape mumbo jumbo, basically one womans sounds of fact and fiction. Now I command you go forth and froth.

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More illshapen and deranged brain snuff from Michigans Brothers Grime. You need that black fissure in the back off your head mended, right? Then start plastering.

“SLITHER slathers strictly slack layers of hiss and too-trill reeds in single-take lakeside station session.  Sick Heath and Cotton Chris trade echoed coin-flips along a horizon whose dark moon refuses to set, in a shitbrick piss-black back alleyway leading everywhere.  Morepott loping loops elope with lingering lizard lines -- behold, the bundle of baby beats buried beneath BOSS-basted and beaten BASF blur!  "An edgy blend of heart-stopping terror, wry humor and surprising humanity" -- thar thou thready thor thissssssss ??”
- C Spencer Yeh

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Some weirdo magnetic tape dupster find, reassembled by Keith Fullerton Whitman into a acidfied Bruhin-esque beastly smell.

“None of this gibberish, which seems to have been made mainly with half-depressed pause, fast-forward and rewind buttons (and maybe a half-depressed Albanian cobbler), have any titles, so let me suggest a few: "Butt.Er.Fl.Eyes," "Camel Nad Spit," "Looka Mi Puddy (version)," "Borg 9," "Sitting on the Harpsichord Watching all the Frogs Go By," "The Crepitation Contest (pts 7-10)," "Paddling the Dinosaur," "Stiffened Argyle Dangler," "Rooster in a Juicer," and "Syd Barrett's Series of Unfortunate Furniture Collapses." All kidding aside, I don't have the slightest idea what kind of sustained panic attack might have caused this record. Maybe it was an overdose of mint snuff and a pickled egg enema in tinkly-winkly land that leaked out this gooey crust. Your goose is as good as mine.”
- Ian Nagoski

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The deaf one from Usurper steps out and is more mysterious than the photic sneeze. Garbled minimalism might not be your bag, but how about listening to a wino using chopsticks to try and pick up scuttling insects? Or an overworked sous chef having a mental breakdown in the kitchen and living out his John Bonham fantasy with whatever comes to hand? Or maybe you get the horn at the sound of some deluded needle dick boring through the layers of an elephant skull in the mistaken belief that inside there is a sickly beverage that promises mega girth? Not enough? Well shit almighty, you even get two Black Flag 'covers'. I will let old cloth ears himself explain...

“the script wi the Flag hings was that i wanted to disable the words in the same way Usurper disables instruments. take summat away to make 'em work in new ways. i double tracked my voice: one speaking only vowels, t'other just consonants and let 'em crash together to make new sounds/unwords. get me?”

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Scumfried jazz slop from upstate New York meets charred freak sound murk from the UK. Bolide dish out a subtle bowl fried gimprovised jam, far from a face melter, this is a slow, humid, hypnotic affair, tangled and druggy. While the Rochester octet wheeze out three syrupy big band confusers with plenty of squawk and honk supplemented with electronic sputter and distorted bass wang, not to mention some smoked out odes. Large mouths, larger meals and more unmusic for your wedge.

“NPV are totally and completely unselfconsciously strange & removed from their surroundings both sonically & mentally. Their sounds speak of bizarre & alien places your ears don't usually go.”
- John Schoen, Pengo

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Archival muck documenting Fritz Welch and John Seden trying to extend the secretions.

“I met John Seden at art school in Chicago in '87. We bonded instantly on weird art, The Residents, Shockabilly and Herschell Gordon Lewis films. We hung out briefly until i dropped out and moved back to Texas. Soon after, i moved to NYC and he formed Repulse Kava. We hung out whenever possible and collaborated on fucked-up videos, collages and music whenever we got together. 'Can Your Guinea Do The Dog?' was recorded in John's dank and mystical basement in 1995. As always we just plugged in whatever was to hand and folded reality a few times. But on this occasion it included a recording of my girlfriend's deceased guinea pig and john's dog got involved for zoomorphic balance. I listened to a cassette of this jam for years until i realized that it had the strong smelling odor of a Chocolate Monk release cuz it was a meeting of the minds, as well as the pelvis - the guinea was Priscilla, and the dog was Elvis!”
- Fritz Welch, 2010

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One Track from the Kommissar, two track from Mama Baer and three tracks from Blood Stereo, thats six tracks of prime 'whodunnit'?.

“One for audio vérité aficionados. A three-way split that highlights different approaches to marital equilibrium, just ahead of the forthcoming Channel 4 Wife Swap programme. Mama Baer knows what's what - she's got things to do, so she sends the Kommissar down the pub with his mates. The boys get drunk, much laughter, singing and general horseplay, then back to his pal Trev's place to listen to some of his old Anal Probe compilation tapes. Mama hates all that stuff, but uses the time alone in the house to plug in her guitar and holler her own long-ass hymns to hysteria. A bit of me-time and all is rosy. Blood Stereo have a different approach to conjugals. They believe the family that plays together stays together, so they never do anything apart. I think there's some sort of digestive tract "concept" going on here. You can hear Dylan's bowels rumbling as the first part of the triptych unfolds. They need to eat. Poor old Karen - she nips out for some tofu and possible peace and quiet but Dylan follows her with his minidisk and small collection of imported bird-calls. Last part is a post-prandial take on the opener - the bowels are still very much in evidence, but this time sated. You can almost smell their tiny flat. Thank christ there are no more editions of Excreting Youth planned.”
- Neil Campbell

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We had big plans me and Ms Chen, she came armed with her beast of a cello, bows strung with the finest Lhasa Apso hair,and a case full of electronics. I brought scruffy violin and box full of junk and springs, but as the night progressed something took hold of us both, and it was decided at the last moment that this should be a straight up vocal duet. Sometimes slurping and delirium can hit the spot.

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My good friend Ian Murphy once told me that if i wanted to rid myself of the terrible headache brought on by 'Glo-Fi Beach Boy Bellends' I needed to ingest more 'necro-acoustics', and at the time I am ashamed to say i just wrote it off as more wine fueled Guilford jaw grind, but low and behold, after spinning the new Dog Lady smut for two days straight, if i aint fucking cured of them fucking new age blues, yessir!! This disk travels some, his violin playing goes from desolate and unsettling too rabid and vacillating. All beefed out with bouts of grotified tape and electronic wheeze and pulse. All in all Dog Lady conjure up the kind of shit that reminds us our ancestors were just a bunch of hungry, sponge larvae, so swing that from your family tree, headscratcher.

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"Some sonic events do not qualify as “music” no matter how hard you shake them. That’s my feeling, anyway, and if it’s not yrs then I suggest that it will be once you’ve been subjected to the sound of this new release by Vom Grill.
The name itself is a trick, since the sounds are generated solely by the evil Belgian, Dennissssss Tyfusssssss. But naturally no one would even consider buying this things it it had Dennissssss’ name prominently attached, so they invented a fucking soubriquet for him – Vom Grill. What the fuck is that supposed to be? The name of Richard Meltzer’s new coffeeshop? Yeah, well – not hardly.
This particular Vom Grill abortion is a three track plunge into all that is annoying about Belgian food. The first course is like a melange of simpering, whining children, smeared with mayonnaise, croaking that they only want a peanut. It goes on for less than five minutes, but it feels like a week. The second track is Tyfusssss’ ignorant attempt to “just take a break, people.” He tries to calm the kids down by playing xylophone notes on his own rib cage, but he’s too fucking fat to pull it off, so he whistles mock-xylo notes while the kids fiddle around with some sort of pudding make from bread crumbs and gristle. Great. The final track is the sound of Vom being submerged in a vat of Belgian ale, bobbing to the surface with all his little electric thistles spinning while he burps for help. Like he really fucking wants it.
In my day if someone was heard uttering this sort of nonsense we’d shove a little broom up his and/or her ass and make him and/or her wear a rubber glove on his and/or her head. What does Nyoukis do? He actually releases the shit. These laddies richly deserve each others’ company. What the fuck did we do to rate similarly shoddy treatment?
Waiter? My check." - Byron Coley

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“DRAHIEM: MONSTER OF THE MIDWEST:
Things ive seen Charlie do live:
+Play in a dress and record 90 sec loops over and over of vomiting due to a weekend diet of pretzel sticks dipped in premium gasoline (when it was stupid expensive, like you know, three years ago)
+Take on a whole fleet of Michigan Militia dudes at a small bar in Gaylord michigan for thinking his Manifesto was some Pro-government tome
+Give blood only to have it returned a month later due to "pure red-cell inactivity"
+Throw a half full bottle of After the Hunt High Life at a cop only to realize he owed said cop a master tape going on three years now
So here is a Chocolate Monk Drahiem experience? As i write this in a dreary Albany Comfort Inn at dusk and hear these horrible sounds = I dont wanna move or open the blinds (mainly cause me & the princess are comatose from parent paid el-massive late lunch at the Cheesecake Factory) cause the soundtrick from this CD makes me think if i open the door to room 216 upper floor we will be launched into a world full of terrible static insects buzzing around scraping wings on salt-dried frozen concrete waiting to lure every ear into a pool of electro-muge. No way hose'. We gotta pool date with Tovah 's sister and her husband to be in an hour and no way if some CD sound is funna gonna stop that swim double date. So until that time comes, we are locked in room 216, waiting. But its like Charlie D is here with us, the determined master fried-mind of electronic frustration, putting his camo boots on to the march of slimes on his own time. He is to Michigan what Clifford Brown was to Max Roach = i guess!  This here CD by CD on CM willR.ock R.ipp and R.oll Y.r W.orld, Who else can be labelmates with the almighty Piss in My Face With Surgery? Slam this silver-recorded-silver bottom recordable cd into yr monster truck, roll over to Corner Brewery, Dour and Drahiem will be there sitting in the corner, most likely in silence, but a MASSIVE WEIRDO SOUND ABSTRACTION  party awaits, soon.” - John Olson

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The return of these Argentinian psych mountain mind men. Here we find them grabbing about on the dirt stage, eyes pleasantly bulged on spiked yerba mate, no doubt sipped from a skull shaped gourde. Space cave yodelling is backed up with the fungal shimmering of a guitar on its last legs & the kind of drumming that gets you kicked out of the tribe. This world below is slowly being bathed by the syrupy transmissions from their Chrome Moon studios. Watch out for flying flutes and objects, not to mention mesmerism, burbiling ritual & elementary feets. Now excuse me while i nail a toad into this beard.

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So you were too gassed and passed on his “Murder At Maybeck Manor” disk on Dolor Del Estamago (Stomach Ache)? That don't surprise me one jot, so we are giving you a chance of sweet intoxicating redemption. Bite the hand, bozo. Jorge Boehringer was once some yankee man about town on the Left Coast, but he made haste and headed east and now resides in the Czech Republic, where he spends his nights handing out confusion orders to the aural senses of the locals. Even the most orthodox bubbleheads praise his soothing balm for bandaged brains. Pragues famous automated pickle jars vibrate to the heavy viola and electronic sounds of this fruity lugnut. He turns the snot smeared sky red. Feel his algebra chafe your mind.

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“Sentient music from Finland that both CHOCMO and UPS can agree on? Global warming wasn't a lie! AVARUS/KEMIALLISET YSTÄVÄT/MANIAC'S DREAM contributor NUSLUX wavers between sonic pools of flexion and abduction, like an EARHAND. The evolutionary gesture towards plucking the forbidden fruit is motivated by those two forces. In real life we simulate this when events move independently of others and yet the overall effect is muscular and blended, like the way one curate's their lover's skin, imbued only with the finer moments. Beyond the focal point is digression or a daze. Selected memory. Ancestrally speaking, Nuslux belongs to the Schnitzler / Plank / HNAS omnitonal synth orbit in that his format explores a sort of loony bin haunt; For the love of clown cars against backlit phosphorescent adagio and coarse wool dips. Cloistered gobs. Lonnnnng, rubbery Puer Aeternus for contemporary krautnoyze homes and gardens. But there is something in this music that begs to know what exactly is going on behind that ancient Vedic curtain; the place where we hide all of our mythologies and purple inks. WARNING: for solipsists and † self medicators † only!” - Daniel Lopatin

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“Noise cutups by nameless & mute Scumbag Tapes guy, who year after year turns up people, references & objects that no one's ever heard of and then leaves them around the postal system like wreckage. I picture a mincing little oily-haired troll whose fingernails are way too long. He scuttles & picks over the wetlands of Minneapolis. Old tin cans are turned over to reveal forgotten tv & movie samples, which he speeds up, slows down & embalms with bedroom electronics & guitar skritch. Fractured farts, chickens getting strangled, his own pussface and ingrown toes. Guy doesn't make any typical moves, which is great, but the down side is that this will give you his pimples if you touch it.” - Angela Sawyer, Weirdo Records

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Like a glassy larval eel sliding out of the Bay Area comes the garbled tape mangler Loachfillet, master of memory evaporation, woozy electronics & heavy thought digestion. This one time member of Pod Blotz, Diatric Puds & The Blobbettes, Mummers (Etpe) and Pigs In The Ground now blasts out beyond crude deflation techniques into giddy tonal flow, rebirthing musique snobbery onto a grimy cave floor. This disk will leave all you dweebs weeping like salesmen at an earlobe seminar. Starts off on a west coast wild weirdy vibe then ends on a tribes folk suspended above the listener in aquatic globs of transparent jelly style. A glazed eyed chicken tickler with enough avant-huff for the most adventurous listener.

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The Gas Shepherds are dead, found throttled in some midlands bog, an emacipated mess. But weep not, be brave, for from the ashes comes the suitably psych-damaged UFO Antler Band. In the red keyboards and vocal murk that reminds me of early A-Band sputter are led a stumbling by the tremelo shiver of a cavemans hand unveiling the gauzy guitar sound of that 'up all night revelation' feeling. All, eh, 'produced' with more hiss than a bag of snakes. I can almost hear De Waards wiseman contempt. But we don't need none of that shit round this hole in the ground, right?

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More voltaic drip from the minefield of a mind of Stella. Two of the tracks here originally appeared on a super limited cassette on the Nazot label (hence the title here), but you probably missed that in your somnolence. Plus we get an extra 25 minute track,, thats over 77 minutes of zonked out sci-fi damage. A nausea inducing ride, seas on saturn style, using the same demented tape technique as on the Foucault Zombie sessions.

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"Following CDRs and cassettes for Smokers Gifts and Kovorox Sound, and a track on an Idwal Fisher comp, Melanie Delaney gulps down some fermented plantain extract, squares her shoulders, embarks on another temporary exile from Ashtray Navigations, and takes her rightful place atop the Chocolate Monk bully pulpit. The musical spastasms of her solo project Ocelocelot goink in tandem with Jovial Bowel Syndrome, that Midlands medical condish afflicting those with diets high in pig’s milk and sausage muke. Ring modulator abounds on the CD, attaching itself to every decibel like a Louisiana eyeworm, leaving pockmarks across landscapes defined by cornball menses tutorials and cloudy waters from the snout of the matriarch. Delaney charms plasmagnetics and electrosputum with the deftness of the Janitorial Custodians of Jajouka. As Ocelocelot splays her space nuptials across a skyline smeared with mushy peas, and junked Vespas limp across the tarmac at Dragonfly refueling stations, orphans gaze away from the mysterious metal chambers it is their duty to scrub with steel wool. Gawk, urchins." - S.Glass

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New hydroponic sketches of freakdom from Sheffield that should satisfy those of you with that roaring appetite for freedumb jams and methnic drone-outs. I hear delerious barkings of glue factory workers, the hanging heaviness of the local nut houses 'drum and squal' therapy sessions, pockmarked harmonium hymns to Harry Pussy, and whole bunch of giblets that I can't quite put my fingers in, but it sure does make one of my eyes twitch, so I say let the sweltering fog descend, we don't need no torch.

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Kouns is a delerious spirit, from pig iron country, OH, USA. He grabbed my lapels once, wild-eyed. All wine reek and holy smoke, just started yelling at me “I got something for you, brotherman, Its a 40 minute modern liturgical, transcendental death jazz composition.” uh-huh.. “It compares the insects process too mankinds development, dig?.” ummm.. “I Think a wiry cat like you might just beable to handle the juices.” O..K... He proceeded to press a master tape into my trembling mit. And so here it is, one mans vision.

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“Think you like poetry, asshole? You've probably never even met the fellow. But this guy has. Even if he is a sloppy painter. And one from that capital of self-shitters, Brooklyn. Yes he has. Been there, that is. And like that poor Greek SOB who died bringing the news of the Athenian victory, the guy's run all the way back here to the land of the living from a zone of arrows and corpses. And he brings you back a session that's epic in the literary sense. Yelling, screaming, ranting, and even some shrieking. Not much else either, save a couple of stray electronic buzzes from the mike. Recorded at a Chinatown hipster bar in front of a few close friends, who were probably shitfaced. In fact, what was Clint Simonson doing there amidst the defeated Persians, bearded fools & fish sauce? Your call, but I say he was on his knees catching the flying spittle in a little cup.” - Angela Sawyer, Weirdo Records

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This is artist formerly known as Charles/Charred Balls. As you would expect from a Gastric Female Reflex refugee, this thing is all over the place -subdued tape collage, opiate flavoured 'songs', the amazing stuttering hands of a sauced up organist, it's all here bubbling along in one big baffling stew. Hell, it could easily be some grubby outtakes from a Puzzle Punks session. Actually it reminds me of something Charlie Ward (Stomach Ache CEO) would have once slurped on, now wheres my spoon?

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Some of the more schooled of you may remember Sticky from many years back when Bananafish asked “Hey, phone billists, is Sticky a wanker?”, I knew the answer, even before i caught sight of his boufant and the tight salmon coloured strides. Now the one time A-Band member and former Leith Walk man about town spends his time chasing tail in Columbia under the thinly veiled disguise of 'english teacher'. Here Mr Pink Breeks teams up with Auld Reekie chumps Usurper for a mildly greasy stroll into the world of dwarfed out improv, you know the kind of miniscule clunk and clatter that keeps Greg Kelley up at night. Two live sets (Ithaca & Brooklyn) from their USA tour and two Bogata/Edinburgh postal face offs.

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A major oxide wobbble as the Michigan master of magnetic tape hiss finally delivers some dementia for the Monk. All the tangled up tape loop mess you know and love, with plenty of slow-motion sludge, aquatic gurgles and sleep inducing rust to get your mind drenched. Junked sounds of the 8 track come crawling out of the speakers alongside vocal chew. A spirited take on a demented dusk. File under Catatonic Dumpster Music, and keep it beside your private stash.

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“Global navigation satellite sytsems have made the old surveying process of triangulation unnecessary. That is to say, when you want to make a map these days, you just take a big cosmic snapshot & draw it. Guess it beats working out your scale of reference from a few points on the ground with some string & pencils. However, these two polite, mannered gentlemen are old fashioned. And old fashioned is the kind of guys the world needs, because they're the kind you would let babysit your kids. So instead of downloading the Buddha app to a fucking iphone, the pair go Euclidean by laying down lines across each other's playing, quietly looking for fixed angles. Little bubbles & abrasions from Wooley's trumpet mouthpiece. Planes of wavering tone from Forsyth's guitar. Live at Zorn's club in NYC.” - Angela Sawyer, Weirdo Records

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More zoned out murk to come crawling out of a Michighan basement. Hermitage Tapes honcho Coltrane delivers up a mix of organic strung out drones and sweet crud-fi tape pieces, all bound by pipe hits and pure of soul lurch. While some gonks might try and sell you on the 'bleakness' of his work, this baby starts off with a 14 minute brain massaging, drool soaked, mould raga, that had all at Nyoukis lodge visaging glorious globes of nature descending from the ceiling. And he keeps his brain in the drain for the entire ride.. Need a lift?

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I know you kids are down with the importance of cleansing ones pallet, so at this time of year when your head is recovering from all the Festivus festering I'd like to point you in the direction of the all new release from Manpack Variant, the drunken toddler child of one Jaime Fennely (Peesseye, pee in my face with surgery, Phantom Limb & Bison) and some slackjaw called Chris Peck. A true dip into the slimey-yet-wonderous tank of "Man, I'd love to see the movie that was meant to be the soundtrack for." Enginered by audio wizard and Sun City 'resident' Scott Colburn. Now take your instruments and your chorus and stick them where the light don't bite, baby.

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More musty low-brow improvisation from the man/woman duo of Pascal Nichols and Kelly Jones. Leading you deep into the undergrowth with primitive movements and avant head storm. Come follow a percussion, feedback, flute & loop march that guides you right over to that lonely and malformed tree in your mind, all the while distracting your gaze from Pascals limp with the fluttering of sound grapes, then stuffing dank cotton in your earholes. Yep, come taste from the cracked wooden spoon, goon.

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Unveil the long pipes, shrouded in cloud comes this monster of a disarranging dripper. I am truly all over the shop with this fucker, hear a totally different disk everytime I spin it. So from my yellowed note book I give you ...gamelan in the spit ward.. an unearthed organist... tape loops chiseled from stone... an ale soaked amulet... the warm howling of the deaf... radio broadcast of early torture devices made from seashell... the hydrophonic tongue. But forget my rambling, dear reader, just come smell the warm confusion of these amazing young South Yorkshire cavemen for yrself.

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"Spencer is one wanted cowboy, so he makes more records than most have nosehairs. And many are droney records, which as all record nerds secretly know, are about as tough to lay hands on as your own boogers. But whenever he slides off into the uncharted desert like this, it's worth extra attention. Carefully sculpted audio ping pong games are played with scatological rasberry sounds. Toilets flush, wind whistles, straw bubbles spew, Donald Duck talks to you on a fritzed cb radio, and bits of a strangled laugh track flop like dead fish. Go further into the dunes, and skeletal, all-thumbs acoustic guitar licks start to be circled by esophageal vultures who attack the spiney dead. Yessir, let's get lost." - Angela Sawyer, Weirdo Records

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Heavy head scratch trio of Fritz Welch (Peeesseye, PIMFWS etc), Michiko (No Neck Blues Band) & master of the high-end forlorn freedom wail Shiraishi Tamio (Fushitsusha, Tako etc). Two performances recorded live at Issue Project Room in New York, which will have your ears and brain matter scuttling all over the place. A mystical dust of sax, piano, vocals, gongs, clangor, and many unknown vapours. I challenge you to keep a hold of these antlers, weakling.

"KI (pronounced "key") is a Japanese word with many homonyms, such as tree, mind, gas, opportunity, period, etc. it is also a ripping new trio featuring Michiko, Tamio Shiraishi and Fritz Welch." - Evolving Ear

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Its not that the 1st track just sounds like cavemen summoning spaceships from the sky, the Gryn Brvs (pronounced Groyne Brothers) actually were trying to do just that. Recorded round a campfire on a hill in Ireland one night, the duo sweated out minimal chops, absolute 'less is more' jams of strumming and catatonic tinkling, sauced up with electronic drones. We also get a live basement jam and sweet closer that whiffs of atlantis. Now put your arms up, and your brow down.

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More deep hippy listening with the german freedom band. Contains 2 psych jams from the VOL IV session, a trio track from 2007 and an old folk intro from 2006. Trundels along the immense stumbling road of fine german drug music and makes you believe that some UFOs might be made of wood and mud. Edition of 100, so its time to put down that pipe my friend, and listen to the little man inside your skull "go get it, numbnuts."

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One of Bill Kouligas' most shimmering ear jolts.. Using just reel-to-reel tape loops and analog synths the little greek takes a laid back brain soak in an attempt to reveal evolution in colour listening. Like some wacked out new age self help guru this disk exhales confusion bliss and sends the electronic message swimming into view. Would make a nice tripped out sandwich with Wizards and Infinity Window, if thats the kind of lunch you like packing.

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Canadas Tweddledum and Tweedledum of ear detritus return with with another fine collection of A.D.D. inspired tape manipulations, electronics, found sounds and cut-up swill. These goofs reek tension and congestion in their burned taudry headgear. Really crooked stuff that flows better than a wino playing a sax solo.

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The mighty Ms Mountain, Baltimores Queen of Tape Hiss and swagger squats down and lays another fine egg of head scratch. Lowbrow tape collage of all her chops, from backyard jam band to psychic accapella damage to ear/soul laceration and further still. All executed in her own street-level avant thug style. Like the sacred mushroom this will take you beyond mangled.

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Snowed in for more than a month, the mysterious Mankato crew took it upon their boney shoulders to create some new 'ditch music'. Back at their smoked out shrine they spun out dense sanctuary vibes. Huffing lik pagans on gas they doled out cough syrup against stagger guitar styles, turntable/cassette crunk, violin and electronic lament flutter and thats just the first 10 minutes of this 70+ minute heathen trek.

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You ever needed the lowdown on the classical/jazz guy who took the 'wrong' turn? Then Lemon Bear be your man (is he a man or a group?? I am stumbling). Nurtured on the teat of 'proper' jazz, y'know -like real music, this goon somehow found himself hanging with the Starving Weirdos, playing with Jackie O and more importantly holding hands with Inca Ore. So yes his mind is bent, Left Coast style, and this collection of group pieces just shake the brain bake. Featuring Lil' Davy, Ivan Naranjo, Leonel, Josue Martinez, Inca Ore, Bob Jones, Jordan Dykstra and Jail Flanagan this disk reeks skywards, and in my wine hazed third  eye i can sniff the sweet leaf of Rev. Dwight Frizzell and the Ubu outness of many a 'enlightened' Alga Margen euro drone cloud huffer. You got a problem with the name kid? Well how about we rechristen him/they Enabler Om?  This is a true feral one.

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Meghan Remy continues her one woman crusade to drain all humankind of bad blood and garbage, refilling our boots with hissed out affection while dousing us in white thunder. Hear the sound of a skull full of quartz being pounded by tiny yet powerful hands and listen to her inveigling vocals, the kind of thing Phil Spector hears in his pill poping nightmares. Note to Prog logs, this baby is a short and sweet slide (19mins). Listen to her WFMU inerview and performance HERE

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Ascending from the stink haze of Zodiac Mountain, the Davenport Family, Jesus Balls and a ton of other drooled out Wisconsin jam bands comes The Second Family, a troupe focused on growing green, green roots in your hear holes. This has got a sweet fidelity too which means you can let the leaf in yr lug grow big. The clan are joined here by the wise blood of Buenos Aries mountain man Anla Courtis, adding some zoink guitar gristle and subtle wyrd magic. For them kids who get misty for the early WW&theVV daze.

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Epic double disk weird-out by Americas most overlooked masters of all things freak. All the juicy bits from their 2007 jams, Finkbeiner picks his favourite cuts on one disk, while Schoen opts for his on the other. Its all here, the under water drone outs, the avant-garage thudders, the 'this cave aint big enough for all 4 of us' face-offs. Everything you enlightened trolls ahve to came to expect from the 'worlds most psychedelic band'. Ink stamped disks, in ink stamped, wax sealed envelope, with heavy recycled card insert. Edition of 100, so quit nodding, Bozo.

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New misadventure from the most feral of the Finnish primitives - Reijo Pami. Recorded at home, then edited at Jan Anderzens shack. I have no idea what is going on here, but let me try to get a handle on it.. booze soaked scraping (it may be those infamous horses he plays), saliva work outs and mystery tapes all cook up some fever dream vibe. It's like someone took a Slowscan lp and gave it a good wirebrush scrubbing, a bit of a soak in an unknown liquid, then left it to dry next to a radiator. If that don't make you wanna hear it, get bent.

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Great mulched 'new age' synth bliss from a Black Egg goon and one of the gonks from Astronaut. Feel a cloud envelope yr head.

"Why treat your ears to the merely fried when they could be, shall we say, Wahnfried? Koshmiche-synths duo of Taylor Richardson (undisputed shroom snorkling champ of the North East) & a vibration-channeling dude named Dan Lopatin. A few creeper moments of giallo/porn keys blossom into a full card wrestling match with a 6000-armed guitar-cable sea creature. Verb bubbles will float you. Sub-sub-sub-sub-sub-bass will ensure your car tires vibrate right off the pavement." - Angela Sawyer, Weirdo Redcords

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Fine stoned loner bedroom constructions from this old grizzly. A well baked amalgam of tapes, electronics, vocals, clarinet and a bunch of other shit I can't pin down. Shove on your headphones and let the ear syrup begin.

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Gonzo free music and guerilla jazz from this drug and ale gorged brighton sextet. A lot of reeds, tapes, percussion, vocal hollerin and the likes all captured in mysterious crud-fidelity. Come and enjoy this unseasoned brew.

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Ohios percussion/improv whippersnapper deals you a hand of potent one man gruel. two tracks: a real heavy scraper with snare, floor tom, cymbal and contact mic. Plus a white light excursion on a wheel. No overdubs, just mind rubs.

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Oakland, Califonia mysteryman Borful Tang conjures up some rich tape collage - soundart - plunderphonics, or whatever it is the kids call it these days. I say why not stick yr genres, bub and just come and get sucked down the Tangs' rabbit hole of oddly tinged cinema for ears. You can check some of his story right here.

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Oh yeah, this one is a cooker!! Latest strange brain broadcast from Ms Suzy Poling. reel to reel tape collisons, organ & static make outs, wheezing electronics. All the atmospheric trippy slime & froth you have come to expect from this queeny. Shot the freak.

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Alabama no-fi/sci-fi noise from Rodger Stella and Bryan Martin. Stella with renowned narcotic lurch straight out of Rod Heydrichs' pipe, while Martin trys to keep it together. This is pulp style beserk sounds in homage to A.E.Van Vogt

"The Storyteller pisses 4-D bolides into central time zone shitskull through cracked brains pickled by the flapping wall which ultimately effects the carbunkle feast."

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All out goof/guru vocal & drum guff from Ben Knight (towering breaker) and Pascal Nicols (stuckometer). Tired of attempting to ignite yr third eye? then why not open yr second anus, and fill your empty head with this exotic homebaked doughnut. And please, resist the temptation to run.

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This is a glorious weirdy. When i sniffed these baltimore dweebs out first time they were going by the name Mongol Wives, but somewhere down the track they decided enough of the exotic brides tag and one of them oozed out the name Sand Rattle Kins, so here we are... I don't know if there is a Little Finland located in Crabtown, but I doubt it. Thing is this great little batch of audio whoopee sounds like Tomutonttu edited together by some cracked out kid with ADD,, and thats not a bad thing. Get in on it!

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Minn Minn Lights is Daniel Meyer Grønvold, Eirik Renton and Oivind Koppand Eriksen from Oslo. The trio squeeze out intricate improvisations with feedback, drones, bells, tapes, electronics etc. Exotic Nordic larvae for yr nostrils.

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Argentina's self proclaimed "Prehistoric Magical Psychic Band" blast off into the inner space void on this one. Electro-Accoustic brain burps ringing out through the cosmic ocean. Oh Mama!.

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Yet more smoked out bedroom jams from Brum druids Gas Shepherds. Electronics fart and wheeze, vocals jabber in the distant corner, percussion junk is clanked in wasted stupor. Makes you wish Jodorowsky had let them coked up Down Syndrome kids in 'Santa Sangre' loose in a studio.

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"CASTINGZ= everyone weird is from a small town, puts fuel in they music brain damage cells of strange-nezz....but fucking NEWCASTLE AUSTRAILIA? Makes Up North Michigan look like a SKY MALL. When the boyz were there it was nothing but soccer fights, empty buildings, dry streets, and CASTINGS. They had no fans there, said they been around for 5+ years= nothing. No chicks, no beer, no drugz, nada. But they did have a super strange weirdo lurch vibe going down. Six or seven underground types with tons of electronics, and a kinda of mystic searching zoner loner sound. Wasnt cluttered, wasnt busy, just a super tight vision of unique audio slomo attack. Its what you want slowing aging inside every tiny hidden mystery bermuda triangle of townz. They trump alot of the big wig big ego noizerz out there, and have a pinky length discography....I hope they get chicks, drugz, beer, and FAMOUS.....FULLY." - John Olson

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Word on the street has it that Angela Sawyer, that delightful weirdo vinyl hound of Twisted Village fame, survives solely on a diet that would make a trucker blush. No fancy pants vegetables for this lady, nope, just white sugar, white flour, preservatives, hydrogenated fats, meat, and carbonated beverages. And boy does it show on this disk. Joined here by her pal James, they deliver a total schizoid delight of keyboard mush, vocal hooky, noise, electronic ugh, guitar wailing, bent songs, and just all out confusion. Fans of Stomach Ache, Bananafish, Glands Of External Secretion, Brown Supper etc, you needs this. One of my all time favourite Monk disks.

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Found a small stack of these on a recent trip back home. This was Volume 1 in the Cadenza Freedom series (which ended up being only two disks) from 1999. Alan Bishop of The Sun City Girls gets jiggy on, you guessed it, a Burmese military mandolin. He is your go to man for non logic fingering and false flag fruitiness. Tasteful semen coloured vinyl.

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Found a small stack of these on a recent trip back home. This was Volume 2 in the Cadenza Freedom series (which ended up being only two disks) from 1999. Bruce Russell of The Dead C gets broadcasting on, you guessed it, a toy walkie talkie. He is your go to man for squalor and inner ear titillation. Tasteful semen coloured vinyl.

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