AUSTERITY PROGRAM, THE Black Madonna (Hydra Head) cd 13.98
It's hard to know exactly what to say about these guys, we have to fight our urge to just gush madly, and as you all probably realize by now, we can only put up so much of a fight... the last Austerity Program record was a bombastic homage to the drum machine fueled acerbic brutality of the late great Big Black, which we absolutely loved. But this record somehow manages to retain that sound (how could it not at least a little, especially considering the lineup is guitar, bass and drum machine?) while taking it so much further. Sure Big Black were amazing, as were the legion of drum machine driven behemoths that followed, but the Austerity Program are way more than the sum of their parts. Especially the drum machine part, which seems to define most bands that utilize one... The drum machine here doesn't always sound like a machine at all, which is the key, it's super tight, and precise, but could maybe be an actual drummer. Occasionally the band do take advantage of the machine's super human abilities, but for the most part, the drumming while crushing and brutal is also weirdly deft and subtle. The vocals also can't help but give a nod to Albini and Big Black, it's not a hellish howl or a guttural growl, it's more of an angry nerdy wail, a hyper literate, snarky rant delivered in a sung / spoken, regular guy shout. But the vocals are generally few and far between, which means it's mostly all about the bass and guitar...
And fuck if these aren't some of the heaviest, and thickest guitar sounds ever. It helps that the riffs totally destroy, super catchy, weirdly melodic, soaring and epic as often as they are metallic and pummeling. Sometimes super affected, but just as often a straight forward chest caving crunch, the bass throbbing and pulsing right along, often offering up some super unlikely melodic counterpoint, never content to just be a low end presence, the bass grinds and growls as intensely as the guitars. 
The overall sound ends up being some strange hybrid of Big Black (obviously), Harvey Milk, Jesu, a little bit of Fugazi and some hints here and there of black metal buzz, all tightly wound into an utterly intense crushing blast of beautiful brutality. From the first track, you'll be pretty much knocked the fuck out. It's a super complex mathy metallic workout, the guitars, swirl and soar, slither and shimmer, all the while pounding out some of the most bad ass riffs ever, and it's super dynamic, with the drums and guitar locked tight, stopping to emit little squalls of corrosive feedback before spiraling back into walls and washes of furious buzz. All the tracks are impossibly gorgeous and melodic, as well as being super ultra tight and clinical, guitars are massive, roiling and thick, the riffs warm and dense, but jagged and razor sharp, and the arrangements are mindblowing, super complex, but not to the point of destroying the flow of the songs, just perfectly obtuse and tangled, so much so that it sounds like one of these guys must have gotten some sort of calculus degree just to program the drum machine. But it's not all pound and crush, some tracks are slow and brooding, the guitars building and building, a haunting groovy Fugazi like percussive chug, that eventually builds to a completely catchy, massive grinding guitar / pummeling percussion battle that manages to take the shape of a crazy catchy song at the same time. 
We'd be remiss if we didn't mention the fact that these guys are also really fucking funny too. But in that all to rare way, where the music is absolutely NOT funny, the humor is subtle, and clever, and just a bit snarky, but it's all over the place, EVEN in the music, but subtly so. From the sticker and obi text on the outside, to the lyrics (especially the part where they scream "Here is my favorite part" before, well, what just might be their favorite part), to some of the clever arrangements, some of the strangely almost recognizable melodies, right down to the WTF liner notes, a chunk of pseudo-scientific data analyzing the various songs on the album, based on things like "distinct drum patterns", "average tempo", "vocal references to death", "abrupt pauses" and more. There are graphs and charts, and lengthy descriptions of how the "Divergence Index Value" of each song was calculated. Even the cover art, various swaths of old lady plastic flowers... these guys just totally rule. They're heavy and ultra brutal, but don't take themselves too seriously, they're funny, but the music is not, the humor is smart and funny, and somehow perfectly compliments the sheer epic intensity of the music...
They also had a contest celebrating the release of their new record with the grand prize being your very own customized song, and as if that weren't enough, have a peek at this amazing Austerity Program infomercial:
http://pl.youtube.com/watch?v=1WcsV7hQ1V4
As if it weren't already painfully obvious, absolutely essential, totally recommended, one of our favorite new records, and a no brainer for record of the week!
MPEG Stream: "Song 12"
MPEG Stream: "Song 17B"
MPEG Stream: "Song 19"

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ASH POOL World Turns On Its Hinge (Hospital Productions) cd 12.98
Finally! The first proper full length from these NY based, ultra sick, primitive black metal noise merchants. Everything we've heard so far we've dug like crazy, a single and a tape, each filthy and dripping with blown out black buzz and pounding punkish riffing. This full length is more of the same, and if anything ups the ante sonically. 
Meaner, heavier, thrashier, filthier, more raw and primitive and blown out, and like the other records, still poppy and weirdly catchy. This is most definitely black metal, but a crushing primitive D-beat style BM, following a similar sonic path as fellow black hordes Bone Awl, Ancestors, Akitsa, Malveillance and the like. 
Ash Pool is one part blacknoise outfit Prurient, so you knew there was gonna be noise, but the noise here is deftly harnessed into roiling black riffs and blasting beats, woozy, dizzying seasick blasts of relentless pound, furious and fierce, the production thick and blown out, in the red, crumbling distortion and murky reverb everywhere. 
But this isn't just the same song over and over, set the instruments to blast and let the record play out. No these songs are varied and bizarre, occasionally epic and dramatic, sometimes so fast and brutal it borders on pure noise, sometimes a Brainbombs style caveman pound, sometimes a weird minor key mathrock jam, always appropriately blown out and noisy, but now and then the songs veer into strange, creepy, almost pretty territory, a slow and loping doomic lurch, with minor key melodies that manage to be mournful and funereal but still jagged and buzzy. Winding melancholic lopes that just sort of meander and chug abstractly. But it's never long before the tracks splinter into jagged shards, with the song exploding into another stretch of raw toxic pummel, the vocals doused in FX and convulsing wildly atop the relentless riffage. And every once in a while, the band lock into some crazy melodic groove, and for a brief moment you almost forget you're listening to some harsh and hateful black noise outfit. 
Hard to explain how great this stuff is, it all manages to be so visceral and intense, emotional and depressive, melodic with losing it's flesh-peeling edge, so sonically varied without losing it's focus, the slow songs are perfect bridges between the speaker shredding streaks of black brutality, but even when things are chaotic and on the verge of collapse, the songs still manage to be catchy and melodic and heavy as fuck. 
MPEG Stream: "Sin Of Life"
MPEG Stream: "Crucifixion Fantasy"
MPEG Stream: "Vices Triumph Over Wisdom"

ASSEMBLE HEAD IN SUNBURST SOUND Ekranoplan (Tee Pee) cd 13.98
It's hard not to love a band called Assemble Head In Sunburst Sound, especially when they sound like some long lost seriously blown out bluesfuzzspacerock behemoth transported through some fluctuating rift in time, sucked straight out of the Fillmore West circa 1967, and transported to the right here and right now. But if every science fiction story EVER has taught us one thing, it's that rifts in time are tricky, and are more often than not unpredictable, so it seems that somehow on the way here, Assemble Head's rock DNA got all mixed up with the tangled genetic codes of other hippy jamming space time explorers like Monster Magnet, Blue Oyster Cult, the Outlaws, Neil Young and about a million others.
The result is a divine, occasionally laid back, more often than not super charged Californian drug fueled psych rock jam, that takes its various influences and shuffles em all up from song to song, managing to sound close enough to the originals to feel all warm and fuzzy and familiar, but just twisted and tweaked enough to sound like it could have only come from Assemble Head's kick ass world of Sunburst Sound....
The opener is a seriously drug addled blast of FX drenched Stooges-y stomp, the vocals soaring, the guitars grinding out slithery riffs, the drums a relentless pound, all wrapped up in a dense cloud of bleary eyed pot smoke shimmer. Some serious Monster Magnet worship for sure, right down to the Dave Wyndorf-esque vocals. We're not complaining, the world can always use more of that satanic drug rock for sure... The next track though takes everything in a whole different direction, spinning a fuzzy web of indie jangle and grunge-y groove, sounding like some weird mix of Screaming Trees and Dinosaur Jr. But later still, the band changes direction again, and stretches out into extended groovy, organ laced Southern Rock jams, the guitars a slow drawl, everything still hazy and buzzy, but less kinetic and more stoned. But then a song later, and the band are strapped back in and headed for the heart of the sun, with huge fuzzy arcs of white hot guitar and dense swirls of blurry FX and killer acid fried riffing. 
Just have a quick gander at the tripped out psychedelic cover art, huge mountain faces, swirling stormclouds, erupting volcanos, futuristic cities, floating heads shooting lazers from their eyes, a metallic moon half buried on a sandy beach, a wall of human faces, a pirate ship in a fiery sky, it definitely gives the listener a good idea of what to expect, what sort of gloriously wild and wooly, spaced out, tangled up dirgey fuzzy sprawl lurks inside. 
MPEG Stream: "Ekranoplan"
MPEG Stream: "Mosquito Lantern"
MPEG Stream: "Rudy On The Corner"

ASSEMBLE HEAD IN SUNBURST SOUND Ekranoplan (Tee Pee) lp 14.98
It's hard not to love a band called Assemble Head In Sunburst Sound, especially when they sound like some long lost seriously blown out bluesfuzzspacerock behemoth transported through some fluctuating rift in time, sucked straight out of the Fillmore West circa 1967, and transported to the right here and right now. But if every science fiction story EVER has taught us one thing, it's that rifts in time are tricky, and are more often than not unpredictable, so it seems that somehow on the way here, Assemble Head's rock DNA got all mixed up with the tangled genetic codes of other hippy jamming space time explorers like Monster Magnet, Blue Oyster Cult, the Outlaws, Neil Young and about a million others.
The result is a divine, occasionally laid back, more often than not super charged Californian drug fueled psych rock jam, that takes its various influences and shuffles em all up from song to song, managing to sound close enough to the originals to feel all warm and fuzzy and familiar, but just twisted and tweaked enough to sound like it could have only come from Assemble Head's kick ass world of Sunburst Sound....
The opener is a seriously drug addled blast of FX drenched Stooges-y stomp, the vocals soaring, the guitars grinding out slithery riffs, the drums a relentless pound, all wrapped up in a dense cloud of bleary eyed pot smoke shimmer. Some serious Monster Magnet worship for sure, right down to the Dave Wyndorf-esque vocals. We're not complaining, the world can always use more of that satanic drug rock for sure... The next track though takes everything in a whole different direction, spinning a fuzzy web of indie jangle and grunge-y groove, sounding like some weird mix of Screaming Trees and Dinosaur Jr. But later still, the band changes direction again, and stretches out into extended groovy, organ laced Southern Rock jams, the guitars a slow drawl, everything still hazy and buzzy, but less kinetic and more stoned. But then a song later, and the band are strapped back in and headed for the heart of the sun, with huge fuzzy arcs of white hot guitar and dense swirls of blurry FX and killer acid fried riffing. 
Just have a quick gander at the tripped out psychedelic cover art, huge mountain faces, swirling stormclouds, erupting volcanos, futuristic cities, floating heads shooting lazers from their eyes, a metallic moon half buried on a sandy beach, a wall of human faces, a pirate ship in a fiery sky, it definitely gives the listener a good idea of what to expect, what sort of gloriously wild and wooly, spaced out, tangled up dirgey fuzzy sprawl lurks inside. 
MPEG Stream: "Ekranoplan"
MPEG Stream: "Mosquito Lantern"
MPEG Stream: "Rudy On The Corner"

ASTRAL SOCIAL CLUB Neon Pibroch (Important) cd 14.98
You thought UK space drone freeks Vibracathedral Orchestra were prolific!? Well get a load of Neil Campbell, one of VCO's founding fathers, who split that scene a while back, only to whip up a new ensemble, well, ensemble is maybe not the right word, since Astral Social Club is just him, let's just call it an Astral Social Club then, even more spacey, abstract, and experimental than the 'Orchestra. Oh and outrageously prolific. An avalanche of cd-r's, every one of them a mind blower, difficult to keep up with, but well worth the effort...
This is one of two new releases, the other being vinyl only, both sort of two sides of the same sonic coin, although they definitely both have their own distinct vibe. Read about the lp elsewhere on this list, but the funny thing about the cd is, we could probably describe it in 4 words, and if you are anything like us, those 4 words would have you diving madly for the Add To Cart button.... So what does Neon Pibroch sound like? Well, at least the first track sounds just like *Spacemen 3 on Kompakt*!!! That's right. Imagine those endless loops of druggy effects, the subtle melodies stretched into gauzy soundscapes, super head nodding and hypnotic, but then imagine it with a strangely propulsive, almost techno beat, a relentless pulse, it's easy to imagine that endless spaced out groove pouring out of the sound system on some alien dancefloor. It's nearly twenty minutes long too, so that alone would be worth the price of admission. But hold up... there are two more tracks, and 40 more minutes of drifting beatless bliss to come...
The title track begins as a glistening ur-drone, all buzzing strings and keening high end, but part way through erupts into a white hot wall of coruscating grinding guitar buzz, super distorted and blown out, before drifting off again, leaving that burbling cosmic drift to fade gracefully out. The final track offers up more of the same, but if anything it's even more rich and thick and dense, it's the sort of sound that is almost visible, physical, it's like staring into the sun with your ears, makes you want to shade your eyes from the glorious sonic glare...
Can this man do no wrong? Guess not when it comes to transcendental sonic space drone... Absolutely essential listening for fans of such things, as is Super Grease, this record's vinyl analog... 
MPEG Stream: "Tripel Foment"
MPEG Stream: "The Big Spree"

ASTRAL SOCIAL CLUB Super Grease (Important) lp 16.98
Two new ones from Mr. Neil Campbell in the last few weeks, formerly a founding member of the mighty Vibracathedral Orchestra, now the main (and only?) man behind Astral Social Club, who continue on in a similar direction as VCO, taking sounds and weaving them into epic ur-drones and outerspace ragas, stretching and looping them into long form sonic chunks launched into the cosmos.
This lp only, two song killer, comes on gorgeous swirled milky blue vinyl, and fills up each side with a single blast of blissed out druggy drift. Side one begins with looped machine like rhythms, which frame a vast pool of liquid sound, cricket like chirps, chunks of fuzz distortion and swirling reverb, glistening bits of synthy sparkle, all building gradually into a manic chattering wall of cyclical fuzz and blur, culminating in a grinding jagged angular coda.
Side two begins with a brief swooshy, flanger flecked krautrocky jam, simple and propulsive, that slowly changes timbre and texture as the effects cycle through, the rhythms and song structure sinking beneath the ever increasing wash of FX, splintering into near tranquil ambience, another ASC slow building celestial wash, undulating swells of synths and electronics, gorgeous and massive and dreamy, sounds a bit like what we imagine it might sound like standing on some alien planet watching a new universe being born from the endless blackness of space. Intense and epic.

BACHI DA PIETRA Non Io (Die Schachtel) cd 19.98
Dunno why, but we're suckers for sinister mumbling in Italian, accompanied by glitchy droning music... which brings us to this, another cd in Die Schachtel's "Zeit" series, which means original, interestin' Italian experimentalism in a nice embossed digipack, a la previous releases like A and Christa Pfangen. This time, it's a disc from a duo known as Bachi Da Pietra ("The Worms Of Stone" or something like that), who delve deep into what could be considered a form of avant-blues... no please don't run away, we really like this! The slow and sad "blues" here are so blown apart that it's more about a mood than anything that ol' Robert Johnson would recognize, though dealings with the Devil seem possible in both cases.
Bachi Da Pietra's music is damaged, dark, droning, doleful, doomed... almost like a depressed Italian Jandek playing in the style of Earth's Hex album...? Or Radian gone "wooden guitar"? Other comparisons could be made to Sinistri, and Larsen.
An ominous moodiness pervades, stark tension increasing, as insistent beats and acoustic guitar strum are deconstructed to accompany the whispery, lonely-sounding vocals (sung in Italian, with English translations provided in the cd booklet). The percussion and guitar playing both sometimes sound like splintering sticks, and you can practically hear the smoke curling up from the singer's inevitable cigarette.
MPEG Stream: "Casa Di Legno"
MPEG Stream: "Altri Guasti"
MPEG Stream: "Fisica Elementare"

BONECLOUD XI:XI (Buried Valley) cassette 5.98
A brand new brief burst of druidic drift from these Irish dronelords. The closest we've come to discovering the second coming of Japanese seventies psych drone legends Taj Mahal Travellers. Bonecloud seem to have tapped into the same primal sonic instinct, merging a knack for soft noise and dark drone, with a balance of subdued melody, of organic drift and pure mystic energy. 
Every thing they touch turns to gorgeous murk, emitting dense clouds of dark black energy, that glows with some ineffable energy, it's like an alien sun wrapped in black gauze, a strange grey glow, with glimmers and glints of melody and rhythm occasionally surfacing amidst the constant swirl of shimmering sound. Incredibly dense and dreamy, like pop songs crushed and smeared into bits and pieces, buried in the earth, and allowed to slowly make their way to the surface, where they begin the slow shimmering ascent into the heavens.  
LIMITED TO 50 COPIES!!! We only got a handful. The cassettes are hand painted and are housed in printed full color covers each one hand numbered. 

CAACRINOLAS Vargtimmen (self-released) cd-r 11.98
It's been over FIVE years since we last heard from German duo Caacrinolas and their strange brand of constantly changing black metal weirdness. The two were fixtures in the avant garde jazz / experimental electronic German underground, fronting the group Bretzel Killing Machine, but the two became fixated on black metal, and horror movies and decided to do something about it. Their debut, A Thousand Cries Has The Night, was a brief black assault, with buzzing riffage, sweeping black ambience, and some of the most intense wailing vocals we'd ever heard. We compared the music on the disc to groups like Mistigo Varggoth Darkestra, Abruptum, Nokturnal Mortum, Potentiam, bands who took black metal and shaped it into something more unique, and often more disturbing. The duo returned soon after, with a second salvo, the ominously titled Valley of the Dead, another lengthy single track, but the black buzz was pulled back to reveal a haunting Goblinesque soundworld of lugubrious dark crawls, and Bohren like blackjazz slowcore. Granted, the record was like a haunted house, with creeps and starts lurking around every corner, but the focus was a long droning black drift (btw, both of those were SUPER limited so don't try to order 'em...)
Now here we are 5 years later (although most of this was recorded in 2003 and '04), and Caacrinolas take up just where they left off, creating a gorgeous epic creepscape of drifting pointillist pianos, long drawn out minor key chords, whispery ghost like voices, dark cavernous drones, and streaks of fuzzed out ambience, all smeared into ominous, yet strangely lovely stretches of cinematic tension. Hard not to hear Bohren, and again Goblin, but also Stars Of The Lid, and even bits of Tim Hecker, Aidan Baker, and other subtle sound sculptors... Most AQ drone-heads are already in love with this kind of sound and it only takes a minute or two before those folks are ready to close their eyes and drift off... but not so fast....
About halfway through the opening track, some keening distorted high end guitar, begins to repeat, over and over, like some lonely distant minor key siren, until they're joined by some downtuned low slung slow motion riffage, that buzzes and crawls, over a warm warbly bed of synths... it never explodes into black action though, instead, it slowly twists and turns, the various layers of keyboard and synthesizer, getting all tangled up and drifting darkly above a swirling sea of subtle black drone.
The second track follows a similar pattern, a slow building horror movie ambient epic. Keyboards drone and shimmer, muted melodies drift right beneath the surface, bits of percussion pepper the Niblockian blur, the tension builds, the production crackles and hisses, a strange textured underlayer to the near static drone, until a mournful strummed guitar surfaces, and the track transforms into some strange lonely lament, drifting, drifting, drifting, until the band suddenly launches into full on rock mode, crunchy riffage, eighties synths, simple propulsive drumming, and the band is squarely in Goblin (or Zombi) territory, weaving a tense soundscape, dramatic and a little over the top, eventually, becoming -slightly- black metal with some super brittle high end insectoid buzz and some blasting double kick buried in the mix, like a black metal Goblin scoring one of those scenes where the terrified girl in her nightgown is running through the midnight forest, being chased by a mysterious maniac. Eventually, the band settles back down into a haunting slithering creep, but now with mysterious female voices mumbled beneath the buzzing synth, the sizzling cymbal swells, the spidery sad guitar melodies, and the slow motion downtuned riffing, until it all fades to black. Awesome!
Like the other discs, this one is also limited to only 100 copies, so we're not sure how long we'll be able to keep these in stock. If people freak out over this one the way they did over the first two, probably not long. But UNLIKE the other ones, which were packaged in slimline jewel cases, 3 is super elaborate, housed in a gold metallic hinged box (like those old Chain Reaction releases), with the artwork silkscreened directly onto the metal, the cd affixed to a metallic nub on the inside, and a printed black on black insert with all the liner notes tucked inside.
MPEG Stream: "Vargtimmen"
MPEG Stream: "En Un Espacio"

CLOAMA + BLUTLEUCHTE From Wasteland Mausoleums (Old Sentinel) cd 14.98
By now, most readers of the AQ list should be quite familiar with our unfettered love for Finnish outsider black metal horde Dead Reptile Shrine (who have a new double cd coming out soon on Andee's tUMULt label!), a band whose sound, while ostensibly black metal, seems to be more damaged folk, black ambient, and demented metallic psychedelia. Which is precisely why we're so obsessed with them. 
So when we discovered that there was a related band, featuring member(s) of DRS, we were definitely intrigued, and we did manage to get a couple releases, but never more than one or two copies. So here we have the very first proper release from Cloama + Blutleuchte, not sure if that's the name of the band, or if this is indeed a collaboration between Cloama and Blutleuchte, but what we do know is it's very dark and very strange, and really goddamn amazing. 
The music of Cloama + Blutleuchte is some haunting mysterious primal drone ritual, equal parts shimmering dark ambience, the low end rhythmic explorations of fellow countrymen Tiermes, jumbled Dada-ist soundscaping and damaged and disembodied free folk drift, it's scary and mysterious, but weirdly subdued and lovely as well. 
The cover is black and white, adorned with spiders, and a gorgeous crest, the title and credits in a handwritten scrawl, the song titles are strange hinting at the mysteries within: "Archean Quartzite Hammer", "Arcjaic Waters Enshrine The Seer", "Lord Of The Equinoctical Fountain", the book is peppered with mysterious diagrams and illustrations, photos and drawings, lyrics and this haunting passage: "That glimpse of left eye is distorting my right eye. Sparce [sic] exhaustive dimension, misguided enrichment. Usually sharp model at the lower right. The line of sight operates the automatic systems positions. Those shattered lights, occupational dysfunction. Characterized by sight cycling and shifting. Curvatory illusion is dependent on a adjacent edge. Eyeless. A contempt of legislative compulsion." Woah. But strangely enough, that's sort of what the music sounds like. Perplexing and confusional, with some damaged internal logic, that almost has you convinced that this is what sound is -meant- to sound like. That these are not songs, but messages, missives from the past, or the future, or the beyond, in musical code, hiding secrets as old as the earth, as the universe. 
Long drawn out stretches of cavernous rumble, the distant whir of machinery, voices wrapped in reverb, drifting amidst black swells, creepy melodies muted and stretched into mysterious pulses, glitched out electronics like pesky insects, funeral horns over abstract far off clatter, thick corrosive bursts of crumbling distortion, slowed down vocals, huge arcs of buzzing hiss over strangely mournful layers of keening feedback, throbbing bassline strung across undersea caverns, glistening and lit with some strange un-natural light, lurching industrial percussion like some damaged alien procession, creepy angular guitar leads suspended in a cloud of swirling hiss and whir, epic swaths of blackened guitar buzz, like some black metal track stripped down to its very essence and blurred into a strange funereal lament, all of these various sounds and occurrences, woven into some haunting black ritual, ancient and timeless, as fucked up and freaked out as it is hypnotic and beautiful.
MPEG Stream: "Blackbird's Den"
MPEG Stream: "The Tower Covered In Frozen Ectoplasma"
MPEG Stream: "Morbid Sentinel"

CLYDE-EVANS, JOHN The Smell Of The Burning Empire (Sloow Tapes) cassette 9.98
A name that seems to be popping up more and more among the new breed of new folk / free folk underground noisemakers is Tirath Singh Nirmala, who has released a series of limited cd-r's on various microlabels, as well as a handful of lps and cds, the only release we've had was an lp collaboration with longtime AQ fave Richard Youngs, and even in that review we were lamenting the fact that we had yet to review a Tirath record proper. Well, while this isn't a proper Tirath record, per se, it is a brand new recording by John Clyde-Evans, who just so happens to be the man behind Tirath Singh Nirmala, and while the name may be different, the sound is quite similar. 
Asian instruments are bowed and coaxed into unfurling long dreamlike drones, shrouded in Sunroof!-like clouds of glistening sparkling high end skree, like a sky full of shimmering metallic confetti, simple percussion peppering the gauzy swirl, haunting melodies wrapping themselves around thick sheets of crystalline feedback, a fantastic slab of shimmering trance-like upper register ur-drone drift. 
LIMITED TO 100 COPIES. Already SOLD OUT and OUT OF PRINT at the label. We have a bunch, but they obviously won't last long. The tapes are all psychedelic and hand painted, with tripped out full color covers. 

COFFINS / OTESANEK s/t (Parasitic) lp 14.98
Yet another killer slow and low matchup, Japan's doom sludge crustlords Coffins, versus Philadelphia's masters of doomic ultra slow motion trudge, Otesanek...
Coffins blow through three tracks, spending most of their time pounding out downtuned nineties Earache style crust, like Carcass or Napalm Death or Discharge only at 16rpm, thick sludgy guitars seriously scary ultra low guttural vocals, blasting chaotic drumming, with all three tracks occasionally bursting into full on furious pummeling black thrash, but those blasts usually settle right back down into more lurching and pounding brutality (with a bunch of killer old school leads tossed in as well!). They even finish off with a Goatlord cover! How cult is that?
Otesanek counter with a sidelong stretch of 3 rpm slow motion, glacial ultra doooooooooom. Think Khanate, Bunkur, Moss, but then think slower, meaner, maybe even weirder...
Guitars roar and then ring out forever, the buzzing crumbling riffage drawn out until the next crushing blow, huge drum plods are spaced miles apart, the vocals are sick and super harsh (one of the vocalists is a woman too, both sound demonic and fucking frightening!), angular grinding guitars, occasional stumbling chaotic drum fills, haunted tortured voices way off in the distance, bits of scrape and hiss, squealing feedback, all draped over Otesanek's grim bleak sonic landscape. This is about as slow and low, harsh and hateful, crushing and brutal as ultra doom can get before it just grinds to a complete halt. Awesome.
Packaged in a super fancy, ultra thick, full color gatefold sleeve...

CONIFER / OCEAN split (Important) lp 14.98
It's pretty hard to go wrong with two heavy hitters like Conifer and Ocean, and predictably, this split lp is about as right as it gets. It's been ages since we heard from Conifer, one of our favorites of the new breed of post rock / metal hybrids, due in no small part to the fact that they tend toward the mathy / post rock side of that sound. And if anything, on this latest track (yep, one sidelong epic) they seem to have jettisoned any sort of metal completely. Not to say it's not heavy, it most certainly is, it's just not really sludgy, or that metallic, and it suits them. Right out of the gate, they lock into a super intense, relentless propulsive krautrock groove, hypnotic, mathy, complex, unfurling a super mesmerizing jam. But things shift dramatically when the vocals kick in, the band lurch into serious Harvey Milk territory, which is a very good thing, a strange crooned vocal line over a strange convoluted rhythm. Catchy, melodic, and weirdly poppy.
But the last 10 minutes or so totally seal the deal (if it wasn't already), a super stripped down Southern style (?) kraut jam, looped riff, simple propulsive drumming, and some killer guitar harmonies that go from epic and soaring to weird and warbly, and it's all we can do to not use one of our three wishes to get that last part to go on until the end of time...
The flipside features Maine's Ocean, not to be confused with THE Ocean, these guys aren't so much a part of that post rock metal thing as they are glacial doom merchants, and here they offer up a sidelong slab of multiple o'd dooooom. Things start out as a super pretty slowcore crawl, before a black hole wall of guitars drop and it's still a slowcore crawl, just a massive crushing funeral dirge of a slowcore crawl! Plodding and epic, but still haunting and weirdly lovely, sounding a lot like a metallized Bohren & Der Club Of Gore, depressive and mournful, mysterious and haunting... The vocals are a hellish howl, the guitars grinding and buzzing, a lot of this actually sounds like some unearthed slab of nineties funeral doom, albeit with that Bohren-y prettiness mixed in.
Packaged in super swank Important Records style, this time a black and white printed sleeve inside a grey and orange silk screened vinyl outer jacket, giving it a cool sort of 3-D affect. And as you might have assumed, SUPER LIMITED, only 1000 copies...

DEMBELE, DAOUDA s/t (Yaala Yaala) cd 14.98
This upstart, outsider world music label (a sub-label of Drag City) is giving the Sun City Girls' Sublime Frequencies label a serious run for their money. It's only release number three, and we're already thinking crazy thoughts like "new favorite label!". Hard not to after getting an earful of this stuff. All smoldering and dark, moody and emotional, raw and intense, funky and bluesy and just totally gorgeous. 
The first release was a recording of vocalist Yoro Diallo teamed up with a musician called Pekos, who plays a lute like instrument but wields it like a fuzzed out psychguitar, all blown out and distorted, the perfect accompaniment for Diallo's super intense toast-like vocalizing. Release number two was a disc of field recordings of a sort called Bougouni Yaalali, sounds and songs captured in Bougouni, a small city in Mali, late night jams, backyard parties, wherever folks were gathering to hang out, talk, and most importantly, play some of the most amazing and inspired music we had ever heard. 
Which brings us to the third, and most recent in the series, from a griot named Daouda Dembele. Griots are the oral repositories of an area's history, entrusted with the tales of a people, and blessed with a gift for spreading those tales in song. Dembele plays a bamboo necked, three stringed instrument, and is accompanied by someone playing an overturned gourd, and delivers a gorgeous narrative, a tale of people and peoples, going back perhaps thousands of years. It's of course impossible for us to tell what he is speaking of, but it almost doesn't matter. His voice is so fluid and passionate, his delivery a sung/spoken near-croon. Dynamic and passionate, going from hypnotic and repetitive to animated and exclamatory and back again, always mirrored by the looped cyclical riff beneath, mesmerizing and simple, totally trancelike, with little flurries of extra notes here and there, but for the most part, a gorgeous and seemingly endless cycle. A completely entrancing droney, bluesy buzz that when combined with Dembele's subtly musical storytelling, totally transports us to another place and time like all great music should. 
The recording only adds to the appeal, lo-fi, but super hot and live sounding, with the vocals and instruments occasionally getting too loud and peaking, or distorting, pegging the needle into the red, like you're right there sitting in the shade, back on the cool grass, ear up against some old beat up PA, hearing it live, buzzing and immediate... there are even some strange tape drop outs and curious ambient inconsistencies, and for those of us who dig that sort of stuff, it only makes this disc that much more amazing, for those who maybe don't, it's more than made up for by the power and the passion of the songs, the sounds, the lyrics and the music.
MPEG Stream: "One"

DISSECTING TABLE Awake In Hell (UPD Org.) cd-r 14.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
As we've no doubt mentioned in the past, we're not really all that into 'noise music', especially the ultra brutal white noise face melting Merzbowian sort of noise music. But when noise is used as a tool, or as an instrument, or when it's twisted into all sorts of strange shapes and atypical sounds, well, that's when we really get interested.  So when someone takes noise and blackens it, and turns it into some super intense grinding industrial doom metal juggernaut, we're pretty much completely sold. 
Such is the case with Awake In Hell from legendary Japanese outfit Dissecting Table, aka one man noise metal machine Ichiro Tsuji, who here has unleashed four loooooooooooong, slow motion, ultra distorted jams, huge bass heavy riffs that slither and crawl over a field of broken glass production and a mine field of pounding percussion. Everything is harsh and jagged, sheets of stinging feedback and walls of crumbling distortion, maybe there are guitars, even vocals, but they're pulled apart into their constituent atomic particles and sent careening like pinballs made from liquid nitrogen and Marshall amps melted down into some caustic black buzz. Occasionally, the blown out blasts abate, leaving weird muted throbs and skittering synthesized loops, but blink and they're gone, replaced by a snarling black doom behemoth, fangs bared ready to swallow you whole. 
Holy shit this stuff is intense, it's like grindcore by way of Japanoise by way of ultradoom. Or that lost Pitchshifter record recorded by Masami Akita, of Godflesh backing up Masonna, or... oh fuck it, you know what we're getting at. This is devastatingly ultra destructive, noise drenched, grinding industrial doooooooooooooooom that KILLS. And makes bands like Bunkur and Khanate sound downright tame by comparison. 
LIMITED TO 100 COPIES, each one hand numbered and housed in a mini dvd style clamshell case with full color cover. Only got a handful of these, not sure we'll be able to get more.....
MPEG Stream: "Biperiden Hydrochloride"
MPEG Stream: "2"

DUBUISSON, PIERRE Sept Regards Sur L'Esprit De La Mort (The Guild Of Funerary Violinists) cd-r 12.98
Another strange and mysterious collection of lost and forgotten musicks, perhaps the last volume (of four) in this series of archival recordings, collecting the very few existing performances and recordings that fall under the umbrella of a mysterious movement of musicians and composers known as The Guild Of Funerary Violinists. 
Pierre Dubuisson was France's foremost Funerary Violinist, having made his name in the great funerary duels that became a bit of a fashion for a brief spell, where the deceased would leave a bit of melody to be performed after his death, two violinists would then improvise on the theme doing their best to wring more tragedy from the notes than their opponent, the winner of course was the one who drew the most tears from onlookers. Dubuisson eventually became president of the French branch of the Guild Of Funerary Violinists, and helped to integrate Funerary Violin into the Catholic ritual before disappearing under dubious circumstances during the infamous Funerary purges. 
These recordings were made by Pierre's grandson Jacques, who after running away from an abusive home and an overbearing father, was discovered playing some of his grandfather's pieces at a concert in 1913, by an archivist from the Biblioteque Nationale De France, who convinced Jacques to make wax cylinder recordings of some of his grandfather's recordings. Jacques is of course not the player his father was, or his grandfather before him, but the pieces carry their own powerful emotion which easily overcomes any sort of deficiencies in the performances. 
Oh, right, we always seem to forget the most important part, none of the above is true? Not a bit. Or is it? Hard to say. Or so a few of us think. Some here choose to believe (Mulder?) since the mythology is almost as fascinating and nuanced as the recordings, and imagining this lost art is so much more fun, while others are just happy to listen to this amazing music. And amazing it is. Perfectly and beautifully rendered to sound as old and antique as it most likely is not. Wailing, plaintive funereal laments on solo violin, sad and morose, lilting and so completely lovely, bathed in all manner of grit and hiss, fuzz and antique distortion, sounding like the old wax cylinders these recordings purport to be. Imagine some old timey violin music treated by Tim Hecker, and spun  in some ultra morose DJ set by Philip Jeck...
The music is so evocative, of dark clouds at dusk, rain swept fields, huge brooding stone houses, lush gardens beneath grey skies, and of course, funerals, and the slow stately trudge of the funeral procession to the grave site. We've gushed about pretty much every volume so far, and by now are probably just repeating ourselves, but we just love these discs, read the other Funerary Violinist reviews for more on the music and the mythology, and you'll realize just why it seems impossible to us to not fall totally in love with such a well executed piece of what ultimately amounts to performance art. The music, dark and delicate, creepy and so beautiful, even removed from the mythology is totally amazing, the story and the text is as well (there's even a book you can track down, detailing the entire recorded history of the Guild) but the two together, are simply magical....
MPEG Stream: "Marche Funebre - Lent Pose Et Majestueux"
MPEG Stream: "Vol - Magnanime Et Degage"
MPEG Stream: "Marche Funebre - Sombre, Pourtant Ouvert Sur L'Avenir"

EKG & GIUSEPPE IELASI Group (Formed) cd 14.00
Local horns-and-electronics duo Kyle Bruckman (oboe, English horn, analog electronics) and Ernst Karel (trumpet, analog electronics) team up with Italian experimental guitarist/electronic musician Giuseppe Ielasi for a disc of outer space, and inner space mystery. Recorded live on tour in 2005, these five long tracks sound exactly how we might imagine a trip to the stars in some strange old rocket ship would sound. Lots of bizarre electronic chatter but also haunting beeps, bloops, rumbles and drones. And of course, what trip to the stars to explore alien civilizations would be complete without some super subtle and strangely cinematic mood music. 
Not sure if that whole space mission vibe was the intention or not (probably not) but the effect is strangely compelling, and a gorgeous lowercase listen. 
Haunting quavering tones drift and shimmer, like some signal being broadcast from the deepest reaches of space... engulfed here and there by long drawn out almost Nitsch-ian horns, moaning and bleating, everywhere, strange little glitches and buzz and flit. 
Dissonant swells, ebb and flow, over a strangely lush framework of pulsing electronics, all wrapped in swaths of white noise, rough and strangely percussive swirls of crumbing dark ambience. As the record progresses, these 'ship sounds' are joined by Goblin-esque drones, tense cinematic streaks of electronics, distant beeps, rumbles and resonant reverberations, fog horn rumbles, creepy whines and whirs, sounding like strange machinery or ancient distress calls, before the record unwinds into weird stretches of ambient flutter, alien animal sounds, crackles and chitter, whisper and swirl, like wandering through some weird new world...
MPEG Stream: "Detach"
MPEG Stream: "---"

GINA X PERFORMANCE Nice Mover (LTM) cd 19.98
You should have seen some of us jumping with joy (literally!) when we finally got this in stock a few weeks back. And we wanted to list it immediately but it's take us until now to get enough copies! Gina X Performance were a totally ahead of their time electro-pop outfit outta Germany who formed at the end of the 1970's. Nice Mover was their first and best album. Essentially the collaboration between Zeus B. Held, a musician and producer who was getting way bored with the stale world of rock at the time and was seeking to create some cold, dark and sexy electronic based music, and his perfect partner in crime Gina Kikoine, who had a background in art-history and was leaning heavily toward the avant-garde. Together they sounded like Giorgio Moroder and Kraftwerk hooking up with Grace Jones in the middle of the night at a dark seedy club in Berlin. Such the perfect late night record for those nights that you are feelin' a lil' dirty, a lil' sassy and lot up to no good.
When Pam in mailorder heard this for the first time she thought it sounded like the best kind of "slutty dracula-music!" or the soundtrack to early '80s cult-favorite Liquid Sky. Gina X were the prototype of riot grrl and electroclash. Musically it's that gettin' you so hot by being so cold, with Gina singing queer-positive lyrics about gender bending. there's even a song dedicated to Quentin Crisp. You can't help but hear Gina X Performance in the sounds that would come almost 25 years after from the likes of Tracy & The Plastics, Chicks On Speed, Goldfrapp, Adult, Solex, and Ladytron. Also if you loved that great So Young But So Cold comp as much as we do then this is pretty essential listening as well! Those of us who DJ know that sometimes all you have to do is put on "Nice Mover" or "No G.D.M." and immediately all the wild and sexy dancers will hit the dancefloor all flushed and feverish!
MPEG Stream: "Nice Mover"
MPEG Stream: "No G.D.M."
MPEG Stream: "Be A Boy"

GREAT INVISIBLES, THE You Left Me Haunted (Broken Sparrow) cd-r+dvd-r 12.98
From the same label that brought us two amazing records from Hotel Alexis (aka Sidney Lindner who also played in Golden Hotel): Goliath, I'm On Your Side and The Shining Example Is Lying On The Floor, comes another captivating slab of dark moody twang. 
The Great Invisibles was recorded as part of The Record Production Month, styled after the National Novel Writing Month, the challenge being to write and record a full album in 30 days. The Great Invisibles was the entry from folk / free jazz guitarist and professor of Surrealism in literature , Michael Deragon, and is a gorgeously dark and dreamy chunk of dark ambience and lilting abstract Appalachia.
Recorded on a 4 track, but surprisingly lush, these tracks are mini epics, rife with moaning minor key melancholia, strange distant rumbles and whirs, muted effects drifting in grey sonic skies, guitars that buzz and shimmer, ring out dreamily and unfurl mournful laments, the various tnagles of steel string strum, are strung within murky drifting cinematic smeas of sound, distant drifting harmonics, often over soft wheezing whirs and swirling seas of soft tape hiss. A few songs have vocals and are dark gems, sounding a bit like Califone or Red Red Meat or even Hotel Alexis, sultry and slithery, brutally beautiful back porch ballads, lovely and utterly heartbreaking. 
Deragon would perform live in galleries, accompanying short films by local film makers, and this set includes a bonus dvd featuring a short film used as the visuals for the Great Invisibles first performance, from filmmaker Michael Winters, a part-time truant officer. Truly striking, mostly black and white or sepia tone (a brief bit in color), scratchy film stock, old images of factories and children, flowers, old buildings, strange shadows, dolls and leaves, strange graphics of clocks, passing landscapes, haunting masks, the whole thing quite beautiful and mysterious, and really the prefect visual accompaniment to Deragon mournful twangscapes. 
The packaging is amazing as well, every single one unique, handmade by Deragon, a collaged fold over sleeve, so dense and covered with clipping and bits of paper it's almost 3-D, old newspaper clippins, drawings, blueprints, various bits of writing in pencil and pen, hand numbered, with a stapled and typed insert, the two discs affixed to the two inside panels of the gatefold. So nice. 
LIMITED TO 300 COPIES!! When we run out we won't be able to get more.
MPEG Stream: "At Once"
MPEG Stream: "Creeper"
MPEG Stream: "Just Before Waking"
MPEG Stream: "Laughter & Grace"

GROUPER Tired (Type) 7" 6.98
Latest in Type Records' 7" singles series (past releases included Machinefabriek, Goldmund, Paavoharju, Benoit Piolard and Tarentel) comes from local vocal soundscaper Liz Harris, aka Grouper, and it's another beauty. Not sure if she just keeps getting better, or it's just that we love here records so much that every new one just reminds us why and how much we dig here deliriously dreamy sounds.
The A side just might be the closest to a proper pop song Grouper has ever recorded, but it's still appropriately buried in soft murky fuzz, making the notes mushy and indistinct, her breathy vocals shimmering streaks of melody, the whole thing a warm, melancholy blur of soft pop abstraction. Absolutely stunning. In the time it's taken to review just the A side, we've listened to it three times in a row! In fact we would have gone for a fourth had we not moved on to the other side...
If the A side is a glimpse of Grouper's perfect pop, then the B side is her torch song, a gorgeous moody ballad, and it's like the dense clouds of reverb have finally parted, revealing what lurked behind all that shimmer and buzz, delicate sensual vocals, drifting minor key piano, a stripped down late night dark nightclub on the edge of town sort of stormclouds and roaring fire, folk flecked ballad. Still a bit of reverb and delay, but they merely drift by, or hover in the background. Totally gorgeous.

HABITAT SOUND SYSTEM Meets Prince Zohar And The Mystics (Gematria) cd 9.98
Wow! This is by far the best modern dub record we've heard in ages! And you know we love us some vintage dub (Lee Perry, King Tubby, Prince Jammy, etc.) but we've been pretty underwhelmed with so much newly recorded dub these days. Most dub records recorded in the last decade tend to be nothing more but slick exercises in smoothed out reggae and cheesy electronics. Maybe perfect for swanky lounges and as backdrops for radio dj's but when we want dub we want it to be in our face, raw and vibrant, sizzling and brimming with heat and magic. And the debut full length from Habitat Sound System delivers just that!
This is REAL dub, designed to ring in your ears and move your body. No laptops or electronic middle of the road shortcuts here, instead you get a record that echoes with the true sound of organic dub. The instrumentation includes bass, piano, melodica, harmonica, organ, trumpet, electric and acoustic guitar, array mbira, analog synth and of course tasty blown out vocals. When demos from this record started surfacing, dub folks were freaking out, as they were hungry for something new and exciting in a scene that had been overtaken by dull and predictable modern dub, drab and boring and so pointless. Even some of the true originals like Scientist and Mad Professor heard this and gave it major props, in fact Mad Professor ended up doing additional mixing, and even mastered the disc. We first heard Habitat Sound System, fronted by Irwin's brother Preston, earlier this year on a great split with Monosov Swirnoff on Eclipse records, and while this is a way different beast than what Swirnoff does when he plays with Ilya Monosov or in his psych-rock outfit The Shining Path, there is no doubt that he definitely has his finger on the pulse of dub in a way that's been totally kicking our asses! When we first got this in and were playing it in the store, it not only had everyone working nodding their heads and subtly sort of grooving, but customers who instantly bought copies didn't believe us when we told them it was a brand new record, as they were convinced that this was a lost seventies gem from Jamaica. Truth is, Habitat Sound System have created a timeless and near perfect slab of summery dub.
So damn good and of course highly recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Black Sugar Dub"
MPEG Stream: "Hard Rope Dub"
MPEG Stream: "Eritrean Lovers Dub"

IELASI, GIUSEPPE & NICOLA RATTI Bellows (Kning Disk) cd 14.98
We're pretty happy with the Swedish label Kning Disk lately. Their releases look lovely, and more importantly, always engage our ears. Here's a new one on Kning from the duo of Giuseppe Ielasi and Nicola Ratti. Italian experimental guitarist Ielasi is already a pleasant fixture in the AQ consciousness, entrancing us with the rainy-day moodiness of his quietly blissful releases on the Hapna label (see elsewhere on our site for reviews of those). Nicola Ratti we're not familiar with, but clearly he gets on well with Ielasi's usual sonic approach.
Bellows consists of seven untitled tracks of abstract beauty, a detailed dronescape created with guitar, percussion, turntable, and electronics. Thus... Crackle and glitch. Chime and shimmer. Gentle and mysterious. Offering seeming glimpses of song and melody amidst all the insectoid buzz, a dreamy reverie of looping loveliness and static-y texture.
Limited to just 450 copies, by the way...and of course we have far fewer than that on hand.
MPEG Stream: "track 1"
MPEG Stream: "track 2"

JABLADAV Black As Pitch (self released) cassette 4.50
Record number two from this strangely monickered black metal one man outfit, borne out of a mighty love for dead and gone SF black metallers Weakling. And who can blame Mr. Jabladav? Of the modern breed of black metal, Weakling hewed closest to the spirit of the legendary Norwegian BM royalty, while still managing to create something completely unique, off kilter and beautifully and brilliantly fucked. Pity they only managed one record, but what a record it was...
Where as the first Jabladav disc, Dead As Duck (note the Dead As Dreams like title) mixed outright Weakling worship, frosty grim riffage, furious blast beats, epic arrangements, with a distinct post rock / math rock vibe and some seriously twisted and damaged Greg Ginn-ish Black Flag like gnarled guitars, the new one Black As Pitch (hmmm...) while still rooted in the epic buzz of Weakling and the bands that came before, expands the scope and the sound of the first one, in a big way. The core is still a grim black buzz, but even at its most black metal, the arrangements are completely convoluted and confusional, with long stretches of abstract riffing, bursts of chaotic free-black-metal, if there is such a thing (and if there's not there sure as hell should be), but the BM here is still troo and completely amazing, the guitars are super hot, in the red, blown out and WAY up in the mix, the drums too, loud as fuck, the double kick sounds (and feels) like someone pounding on your chest with both fists. Thick swaths of creepy alien keyboard sometimes drift over the black blasts, and often the blackness dissipates leaving gorgeous stretches of rumbling drone or shimmering ambience, the vocals are reverbed and sound like they must be samples or snippets from some movie, giving the songs an even creepier vibe.
Then there's the 14+ minute "Vinter Meditation", an extended chunk of cinematic ambience, all strange synths and creepy sounds, mysterious voices, and random abstract sonic disturbances, but the whole song is peppered with furious bursts of black metal, the engulf everything, saturating all the surrounding sounds with thick viscous blackness, before drifting off just as suddenly, leaving more haunting ambience, minor key melodies, the sounds of wind and thunder, soft billowing bits of chordal drift.... The rest of the record is filled out with more conventional length black blasts, except for the 31 minute drone epic "St. Philip Episcopal Church", which begins as a muted whir, a distant drone, layers shifting and overlapping, until thick grinding crumbling guitars swoop in, adding a caustic layer of fuzz over the top, and the track continues like that, sort of seesawing back and forth, from minimal shimmer, to corrosive drone, that distorted guitar changing shape constantly, from prickly buzz, to pulsing Spacemen 3 like whir to FX drenched outer space swirl, to brutal black drone. That piece alone would constitute a whole release on any one of our favorite modern abstract noise cd-r labels, but here it's just part of the bigger sonic picture, the songs short and long, black and beautiful, are all tangled up, sonically and thematically, the ambience balances the buzzing blackness and vice versa.
The record closes with an Ildjarn cover, a brief blown out black stomp, relentless and furious, the guitar still way blown out, the vocals louder than ever, the riff simple and almost punk rock, primitive and furious and fierce. Somehow it seems like the perfect way to finish off, after all the extended experimental ambience and super mathy black metal weirdness, a good old fashioned, primitive, old school, spiked, leather clad, corpse painted, church burning bloody axe attack!!
The cds are limited to 100 copies, each one hand numbered, the cassettes are numbered to 150 copies, each of those hand numbered as well.
MPEG Stream: "Ater Sicut Nox"
MPEG Stream: "Darling "Filia Noctiluca""
MPEG Stream: "Vinter Meditation"

JABLADAV Black As Pitch (self released) cd-r 9.98
Record number two from this strangely monickered black metal one man outfit, borne out of a mighty love for dead and gone SF black metallers Weakling. And who can blame Mr. Jabladav? Of the modern breed of black metal, Weakling hewed closest to the spirit of the legendary Norwegian BM royalty, while still managing to create something completely unique, off kilter and beautifully and brilliantly fucked. Pity they only managed one record, but what a record it was...
Where as the first Jabladav disc, Dead As Duck (note the Dead As Dreams like title) mixed outright Weakling worship, frosty grim riffage, furious blast beats, epic arrangements, with a distinct post rock / math rock vibe and some seriously twisted and damaged Greg Ginn-ish Black Flag like gnarled guitars, the new one Black As Pitch (hmmm...) while still rooted in the epic buzz of Weakling and the bands that came before, expands the scope and the sound of the first one, in a big way. The core is still a grim black buzz, but even at its most black metal, the arrangements are completely convoluted and confusional, with long stretches of abstract riffing, bursts of chaotic free-black-metal, if there is such a thing (and if there's not there sure as hell should be), but the BM here is still troo and completely amazing, the guitars are super hot, in the red, blown out and WAY up in the mix, the drums too, loud as fuck, the double kick sounds (and feels) like someone pounding on your chest with both fists. Thick swaths of creepy alien keyboard sometimes drift over the black blasts, and often the blackness dissipates leaving gorgeous stretches of rumbling drone or shimmering ambience, the vocals are reverbed and sound like they must be samples or snippets from some movie, giving the songs an even creepier vibe.
Then there's the 14+ minute "Vinter Meditation", an extended chunk of cinematic ambience, all strange synths and creepy sounds, mysterious voices, and random abstract sonic disturbances, but the whole song is peppered with furious bursts of black metal, the engulf everything, saturating all the surrounding sounds with thick viscous blackness, before drifting off just as suddenly, leaving more haunting ambience, minor key melodies, the sounds of wind and thunder, soft billowing bits of chordal drift.... The rest of the record is filled out with more conventional length black blasts, except for the 31 minute drone epic "St. Philip Episcopal Church", which begins as a muted whir, a distant drone, layers shifting and overlapping, until thick grinding crumbling guitars swoop in, adding a caustic layer of fuzz over the top, and the track continues like that, sort of seesawing back and forth, from minimal shimmer, to corrosive drone, that distorted guitar changing shape constantly, from prickly buzz, to pulsing Spacemen 3 like whir to FX drenched outer space swirl, to brutal black drone. That piece alone would constitute a whole release on any one of our favorite modern abstract noise cd-r labels, but here it's just part of the bigger sonic picture, the songs short and long, black and beautiful, are all tangled up, sonically and thematically, the ambience balances the buzzing blackness and vice versa.
The record closes with an Ildjarn cover, a brief blown out black stomp, relentless and furious, the guitar still way blown out, the vocals louder than ever, the riff simple and almost punk rock, primitive and furious and fierce. Somehow it seems like the perfect way to finish off, after all the extended experimental ambience and super mathy black metal weirdness, a good old fashioned, primitive, old school, spiked, leather clad, corpse painted, church burning bloody axe attack!!
The cds are limited to 100 copies, each one hand numbered, the cassettes are numbered to 150 copies, each of those hand numbered as well.
MPEG Stream: "Ater Sicut Nox"
MPEG Stream: "Darling "Filia Noctiluca""
MPEG Stream: "Vinter Meditation"

KILL Inverted Funeral (Total Holocaust) cd 14.98
Full length number two from these Swedish necro black metallers, featuring members of Bestial Mockery, Devil Lee Rot, Diabolicum, Necroplasma and Church Bizarre, so you pretty much have an idea of what you're in for. But before we get to the grim sounds within, let's talk about the kick ass cover art. From the amazing bat winged Kill logo, to the awesome high school binder cover drawing of a priest impaled on an inverted cross (drawn by The Being, from Dutch black metallers Haatstrijd), and of course the record is called Inverted Funeral, the cover gorgeously printed in a distressed sepia toned ink on thick textured paper, making the drawing look like it could have come from some ancient, -demonic- binder instead. 
Inside, it's much as you might expect, or hope, a black world of grim buzz, frosty and cold, harsh thrashing primitive and raw old school black metal. Pounding drums, buzzing black riffage, bestial vocals, and lots of bass (weird for black metal bands where the bass is usually lost in the swirls of buzz and blast), huge thick swaths of low end, with the bass even taking up the main riff on a few tracks. Nothing here for the casual black metal traveller, or curious lookieloo, so beware posers, this is for the troo, the kvlt, the grim, fans of Darkthrone, Beherit, Ildjarn and other primitive black thrashers... Awesome. 
MPEG Stream: "Inverted Funeral"
MPEG Stream: "Deathmessiah"
MPEG Stream: "Morbid Curse"

KINSKI Down Below It's Chaos (Sub Pop) cd 14.98
Such a good blend of glorious spaced-out shoegazing FUZZ and sheer toe-tapping POP. The Kinski guys and gals have mastered it. Maybe some folks aren't up for that combo but we can't get enough, and Kinski have plenty of fans so... Their latest is another slab of blown out, heavy yet gentle guitar explorations, this time adding more in the way of vocals to the mix (but they're still more-or-less an instrumental act, with singing only on three of the nine cuts here). Some moments seem really rock n' roll, others totally placid and lovely. It's space rock, it's indie pop, it's post rock (with that loud/soft dynamic, the loud parts adorned with hecka psychedelic fuzz though), it's uh, Kinski. As always, should get the nod from those into Dead Meadow, Monster Magnet, Bardo Pond stoner jams... and who are fans of the likes of Boris and Circle and Acid Mothers Temple... and who dig Kinski's Northwestern grunge ancestors on Sub Pop... and oh yeah, who love SONIC YOUTH.
Besides the added presence of vocals, also new to the Kinski scene this time 'round is Hammond B3 electric organ, heard on a few cuts, notably the driving "Child Had To Catch A Train". Shades of Deep Purple!
FYI for some unknown reason, the cover of the digipak comes in red, green, and blue tinted versions, other than that they're the same and if you're a mailorder customer you'll get a random color. And guess what? The cover of the vinyl version is purple!
MPEG Stream: "Crybaby Blowout"
MPEG Stream: "Passwords & Alcohol"
MPEG Stream: "Plan, Steal, Drive"

KINSKI Down Below It's Chaos (Sub Pop) lp 14.98
Such a good blend of glorious spaced-out shoegazing FUZZ and sheer toe-tapping POP. The Kinski guys and gals have mastered it. Maybe some folks aren't up for that combo but we can't get enough, and Kinski have plenty of fans so... Their latest is another slab of blown out, heavy yet gentle guitar explorations, this time adding more in the way of vocals to the mix (but they're still more-or-less an instrumental act, with singing only on three of the nine cuts here). Some moments seem really rock n' roll, others totally placid and lovely. It's space rock, it's indie pop, it's post rock (with that loud/soft dynamic, the loud parts adorned with hecka psychedelic fuzz though), it's uh, Kinski. As always, should get the nod from those into Dead Meadow, Monster Magnet, Bardo Pond stoner jams... and who are fans of the likes of Boris and Circle and Acid Mothers Temple... and who dig Kinski's Northwestern grunge ancestors on Sub Pop... and oh yeah, who love SONIC YOUTH.
Besides the added presence of vocals, also new to the Kinski scene this time 'round is Hammond B3 electric organ, heard on a few cuts, notably the driving "Child Had To Catch A Train". Shades of Deep Purple!
FYI for some unknown reason, the cover of the digipak comes in red, green, and blue tinted versions, other than that they're the same and if you're a mailorder customer you'll get a random color. And guess what? The cover of the vinyl version is purple!
MPEG Stream: "Crybaby Blowout"
MPEG Stream: "Passwords & Alcohol"
MPEG Stream: "Plan, Steal, Drive"

KISS Kissology: The Ultimate Collection - Vol. 2 1978-1991 (VH1 Classic) 3dvd 40.00
Finally, volume two in what seems to be an ongoing series of amazing archival dvd releases from "the hottest band in the world", Kiss, and as awesome as this set is, and it is, we're sort of hoping it's the last, cuz it spans the years 1978 to 1991, and by then, Kiss was a whole different, way less appealing proposition. Obviously, EVERY Kiss fanatic is absolutely gonna NEED this (and at least a few of us here would count ourselves as such), but only the truly diehard (and dare we say, ummm... misguided) will make it all the way to disc 3, as that's the way later stuff, but up until then it's a total blast. It's probably best to just give a run down of all the amazing stuff included, beginning with:
1979's Kiss Meets The Phantom Of The Park! Worth the price of admission alone for this legendary made for TV movie, presented here, on dvd for the first time, with the slightly altered title (not sure why) of Kiss In Attack Of The Phantoms. Maybe the altered title is due to the fact that it now includes additional and alternate Kiss concert footage as well as music from the various members' solo albums. Huh? But who cares?! What a prime slice of killer hard rock history. Filmed at Magic Mountain in Valencia California, the band take on a mad inventor who has created a legion of robotic phantoms who kidnap patrons of the park with the ultimate goal of destroying Kiss or stealing their secret amulets or something. Most notable for the fact that this was the first time most of us had ever seen Kiss -not- rocking on stage, sitting, talking, and hanging out and hamming it up BIG TIME. We get to hear Ace Frehley's maniacal laugh, observe Paul Stanley's queen-y swish, and Gene Simmons barely speaks at all, mostly delivering his lines in an overdubbed monster roar/growl. But the band look amazing, and are goofy and funny and engaging, the live performances are killer. Made us feel like we were 9 years old again...
Also on the first disc, the band are interviewed by a very grumpy Edwin Newman on the short lived show Land Of Hype And Glory, with some cool interviews and some amazing live footage. And then disc one finishes off with a bang, featuring an excerpt of the band on The Tomorrow Show with Tom Snyder. It's a crime that it's only an excerpt. Super funny and animated, Ace Frehley is on fire (and seriously wasted) cackling like a madman, sparring with Snyder, the whole band collapsing into uproarious laughter every few minutes, in jokes and barbs flying every which way, so casual and relaxed and super fun, they break for commercial and never come back... arrrghhh!!! Hopefully the rest will be included in a future Snyder/Tomorrow Show dvd release.
Disc two starts off pretty rough, with the music video for "Shandi" from 1980, remember that song? Neither do we. But it's brutal, Night Ranger ballady pap, with the super cheesy eighties style video, bad, but still kinda fun. Next up a CNN interview with Peter Criss after leaving the band, And for some reason, he keeps his face hidden the whole time, as he discusses his future plans and  his frustrations after writing a number one smash for Kiss ("Beth"). Then some amazing outtakes as the band attempt to film a promo for their upcoming trip to Australia, and to introduce new drummer Eric Carr. The band blow take after take, mainly because Frehley seems to be utterly wasted. Pretty funny stuff though. After that some killer footage of Kiss live on German TV doing two more random songs ("She's So European" and "Talk To Me") and then an amazing documentary about the band's first trip down under. Streets mobbed with Aussie youths in full Kiss makeup, and much like in the first volume, various public officials greeting the band with open arms. The rest of the disc is mostly live stuff, a long set in Australia in 1980, lots of hits, including the band doing some of our favorite tracks from Ace's solo record (the only truly great solo record of the four). 
Then a real treat (well, sort of) for the truly obsessed. A three song live performance of tracks form Kiss's concept record The Elder!!! The band have really short hair, and the songs are bizarre and proggy, but The Elder truly is weirdly cool for being one of the most hated Kiss discs. Finally, the band kick ass on a killer lip synched version of one of their better later songs "I Love It Loud", featuring new guitarist Vinnie Vincent.
Disc three is the weak link, but there are still some moments worth checking out. Mostly live footage, the best of it being the band performing in front of a huge crowd in Rio, doing some old Kiss classics, cuz up next is the legendary MTV special where the band were shown without makeup for the very first time. Hosted by MTV veejay J.J. Jackson, the show begins by showing awesome glamor shots of each member in full makeup, then dissolving to the haggard pasty makeupless dudes -behind- the masks. I remember even back in the day it being fairly anticlimactic. But seeing it again immediately transported us back to the living room of our childhood homes, Cheetos in one hand, coke in the other, DYING to find out what Kiss REALLY LOOKED LIKE. The rest of the disc is mostly live stuff, some pretty good, the band sans makeup, some awesome moments, the giant tank drum riser, some problematically glam costumes, and some really bad songs. There's a brief clip of the MTV news segment where it was announced that drummer Eric Carr had died from cancer at the age of 41. Still really sad. And it finishes off with the video for maybe one of the cheesiest Kiss songs ever, "God Gave Rock And Roll To You"....
Beautifully packaged as before, massive multi panel fold out dvd digipak style cover, with killer photos, a reproduction of a ticket to see Kiss And The Phantom Of The Park, a bonus dvd featuring Kiss live at Budokan in Japan on the Crazy Nights tour (of interest only to the most fanatic of the Kiss Army, like our friend Josh maybe...) and a huge booklet, with liner notes, and photos, and anecdotes regarding each segment, including our favorite, a bit about Eric Carr's original makeup before he became the Fox, when he was some sort of bird, with a ruffled feathered jumpsuit, padded in the front like a penguin and a yellow beak painted on his face! Wish there were photos of that. 
According to the booklet, volume three is coming soon, which would cover 1992 and beyond it would seem, although it's hard to imagine that being very interesting, but at least they could include footage from 11 farewell tours, and 5 or 6 last-tours-ever as well as 3 more unmaskings and 2 re-make-upings... but whatever, this volume and the first are absolutely well worth owning. 
Now we're gonna go make some popcorn, and watch Kiss Meets The Phantom Of The Park for about the millionth time....

LIFE ON EARTH Look!! There Is Life On Earth! (Subliminal Sounds) cd 16.98
From the first few notes, we were totally sold. A wild freaked out psychedelic flute solo, why don't all bands start their records like that? Cuz we probably couldn't handle it! But it makes sense here, when you realize that Life On Earth just so happens to be dudes from Swedish psych rockers Dungen! Obviously Dungen fans are gonna want this, the sound is similar, maybe not quite as rocking, a little more laid back and hippified, groovy and space-y and definitely psychedelic, but still so so good. 
Fronted by Dungen-eer Mattias Gustavsson, but with musical back up from other Dungen folks, and such unlikely musical bedfellows as Town & Country and Mia Doi Todd, Life On Earth is Gustavsson's musical tribute to, well, life on earth. The sheer exuberant joy of it, happiness and sunshine and love and brotherhood and wildlife and blue skies and nature and dreams and beauty and most importantly some super kick ass folky proggy psych rock bliss...
Flute is everywhere, and obviously for that we are truly thankful, but it drift and flutters amidst gorgeous and tranquil swirly folky forests of sound. Silky threads of acoustic guitar, swoonsome strings, harmony vocals, lyrics both in Swedish AND English, bongos and simple percussion, some slithery rhythmic grooves, some killer squalls of psych guitar growl, long stretches of hushed dreaminess, with cooing vocals and muted melodies and super tripped out heart-of-the-sun druggy jams, complete with slow motion riffing and reverbed outer space vocals, the whole disc is actually very Beatles-esque (albeit at their most experimental and HIGH) giving Dungen's sound even more of a sixties pop makeover.
Surprisingly (or maybe not so) the record finishes off with nearly 30 minutes of barely there lower case ambience, bits of percussion, keening high end glimmer, all drifting in wide open expanses of mumbled drones and hushed shimmer, a super longform abstract raga, that sounds like something you'd be more likely to find on Celebrate Psi Phenomenon or Pseudo Arcana than on a Dungen related record... Awesome. 
MPEG Stream: "Life On Earth"
MPEG Stream: "Sell Your Soul To Me"
MPEG Stream: "City By The Sea"

LONE WOLF AND CUB OST (La-La Land Records) cd 11.98
Fans of samurai flicks and film soundtracks from the '70s, today we celebrate! First, we raise a cheer for Daigoro (aka the "Cub" in the title) -- undisputably the most adorable *and* badass tot to ever grace the silver screen. Yay! Then, we take this cd for a spin. It compiles musical selections from each of the six films which comprised the early '70s manga-based Baby Cart samurai movie series. The music is so eclectic that it's easy to think of composers Hideakira Sakurai and Kunihiko Murai as the Japanese counterparts to multifaceted American film score master David Shire (Taking Of Pelham One Two Three, Saturday Night Fever, The Conversation, etc.), but perhaps even more 'out-there'. Their compositions are certainly as wildly varied and unpredictable in style, and often times wildly incongruous with traditional samurai movie soundtracks. That's not all that surprising though because the series itself was truly one of a kind.
Oftentimes the proceedings are so densely packed that it seems like there are multiple (and very different) soundtracks overlapping one another. Frantic fevered measures gives way to dreamlike and hauntingly atmospheric passages. Traditional Japanese instruments such as koto, taiko drums, and shakuhachi stride serenely into a looming storm of synthesizer driven space prog-iness, unbound brassy jazz and orchestral thunder. Like the violent yet honorable swordsmanship, the music's sweeping, mighty gestures are executed with the utmost of control. This attention grabbing aural madness is strangely fitting for the films' striking imagery of too-red bloody fountains splashing across glinting swords, sand and snow covered expanses, claustrophobic tatami rooms, opulent royal courts... you get the picture? So awesome and recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Main Title"
MPEG Stream: "The Suioryu Swordsmanship"
MPEG Stream: "The Wolf Crosses The Ocean"
MPEG Stream: "Prologue: Shining Waters"
MPEG Stream: "Ending"

MAKE A CHANGE KILL YOURSELF II (Black Hate) lp 17.98
Finally, the return of an all time AQ favorite black horde, the Danish master of depressive suicidal black metal, and certainly the most aptly named, Make A Change... Kill Yourself. It's been 2 years, but feels like an eternity since we've heard from the fellow named Ynleborgaz, and his not so merry one man band. The self titled debut was an across the board record of the year around these parts. So dark and miserable, but so gorgeously buzzing and epic, one of the greatest slabs of Burzumic mayhem we had heard, well, since Burzum hung up his axe and extinguished the torches and traded it all in for a cell, white power and some synthesizers.
The vinyl only (so far at least, cd supposedly to follow eventually) II is the perfect follow up, two more lengthy stretches of bleak black miserablism, wrapped in dense swaths of thick buzz, and rife with the most gorgeous, anguished melancholy melodies ever. Two tracks, each taking up a whole side of the lp, and each an epic journey, sonically and emotionally.
Side one begins with forlorn guitar melodies drifting beneath a black cloud of crumbling sound, minor key pianos, an aching funereal lament, that drifts gently along while a distant black buzz slowly encroaches, eventually becoming a blackened wash of blown out depressive misery, blasting double kick drums and teeth gnashing wails over a relentless, midtempo buzzing blurry lope, Burzumic and EPIC, trancelike and crushingly depressing. Gloriously sad and heartbroken but simultaneously brutal and furious and grim. Part way through, the black curtains are drawn back, revealing a slow swirl of acoustic guitar, crooned clean vocals and monk-like chants, a calm drift through the eye of the storm, only to be sucked back down into a black pit of endless torment shortly thereafter, launching back into a looped trancelike buzzscape, the riffs cyclical and repetitive, so completely mesmerizing and utterly and brutally epic.
The flipside bursts immediately and full on into a blast of black buzz, relentless riffing, blown out blast beats, so grim and frosty, before slipping into some near ambient dronescapes of drawn out buzzing drone guitar, and super processed, ominously intoned vocals, a weird almost Wolf Eyes-ian soundscape, brooding and mysterious. Eventually, the music builds back into a monstrous, beautiful, seemingly endless stretch of hypnotic riffs and simple pounding drums, a sort of black buzz drone, that just goes on and on and on, lulling the listener, into some cold dark place, a dark deathlike drift, floating along on a dense swell of buzzing guitars, and some of the most gorgeously melancholic melodies EVER.
So goddamn good. Depressive suicidal black metal record of the year? Without a doubt. Black metal record of the year? Quite possibly...
Pressed on super heavy vinyl, housed in thick jacket, the lp in a printed inner sleeve.

MANSON, CHARLES The Summer Of Hate - The '67 Sessions (Arte Lupo) cd 15.98
We reviewed the Charles Manson Sings disc on ESP a while back, and everyone kinda freaked out. We couldn't keep 'em in stock. Cuz beyond being a psycho, and a cult leader, and the mastermind behind a handful of gruesome killings, he was also some sort of musical visionary, a damaged folk troubador, obsessed with music, and with becoming an actual musician like his pals in the Beach Boys, his songs were dark and brooding, but strangely beautiful, haunting, intimate and personal. He had a really unique voice to, throaty and velvety smooth, like a raspier Nick Drake. 
This set of songs was recorded after just getting out of a prison stretch in the '60s, almost a year before he recorded his first and only proper album, and another year before the Tate / Labianca murders that would seal his place in history forever. 
The sound is rough and raw and lo-fi, but only adds to the strange power of these songs and performances. We described the recordings on Sings as "reverb drenched beatniky psychedelic freekfolk" and while there is some of that here, the sound here is much more stripped down and traditional sounding. Barebones and simple, it's all about Manson's voice and the guitar, and both sound divine. Moody and melancholy, slightly hippy, dark and thoughtful and really intense and pretty. Sure serial killer obsessives will be all over this, especially because most of the tracks have Manson going off on weird little rants after or before each song, stories, jokes, philosophies, usually delivered with a self conscious giggle, snippets of conversation with the guy recording these sessions or whoever else happens to be in the room. There's even a three minute interview included. It's definitely a bit creepy, especially knowing how everything would end up. 
But the music, taken on its own, is still super powerful, some gorgeously raw chunks of raw acoustic folk. Fans of classic stuff like Nick Drake, Townes Van Zandt, Bill Fay, as well as folks into Banhart, Vetiver, Espers, Fursaxa, Wooden Wand and any of the more song oriented modern freakfolks will definitely dig this like crazy, and probably oughta pick up the ESP disc as well...
MPEG Stream: "Devil Man"
MPEG Stream: "True Love You Will Find"
MPEG Stream: "She Done Turned Me In"

MARTIN, AARON & MACHINEFABRIEK Cello Recycling / Cello Drowning (Type) cd 15.98
With all the limited 3" cd-r releases and full lengths, it's amazing Machinefabriek, aka Rutger Zuydervelt could find time to collaborate, but boy are we glad he did. Two pieces, each a collaboration with American multi instrumentalist Aaron Martin, who recorded a series of cello pieces, which Zuydervelt proceeded to chop up, process, reassemble and twist into gorgeous haunting new shapes. 
The first track, "Cello Recycling", finds Zuydervelt taking the various cello pieces and stretching them out, layering them, smearing them, blurring them, creating a warm, thick, humid slow burning landscape of droning sound. It begins as a minimal crawl, but as the track progresses, the sound takes on an epic quality, with submerged melodies coming to the surface, strange bits of rhythms and melodic fragments, creating a glacial wall of cinematic ambience, dark minor key swells, that undulate and pulse, always building and building, into a thick wash of metallic overtones, and crumbling distorted low end eventually becoming so buzzy and intense, it begins to sound like a much more mellow minimal SUNNO))), before quickly slipping back into more tranquil Stars Of The Lid like territory.
The second track, "Cello Drowning", takes the already manipulated piece, the epic Godspeed-filtered-through-doomdrone-low-end of "Cello Recycling", and literally drowns it in more sound, layers of noise and texture, thick swaths of FX, the sound of (appropriately) running water or rain, the rumbling low end reverberating and shimmering, but instead of making it louder and heavier, more noisy and brutal, it actually gets even more subdued, more washed out and indistinct, A very Tim Hecker