NADJA When I See The Sun Always Shines On TV (The End) cd 14.98
Covers records can definitely be a cop out. They're easy, and fun, and who doesn't want to just jam out to their favorite tunes. But some covers records do transcend, whether it's song choice, theme, or those particular versions and interpretation, the right covers, played the right way, can be as good if not better than a band's records proper. Which makes sense as you're typically covering songs that are, at least to you, if not everyone, 'classics.'
Which brings us to When I See The Sun Always Shines On TV, which is in fact, a collection of covers, many of which might seem like super obvious choices. Which is okay, it's as if Nadja wanted to acknowledge their influences loudly and proudly in the face of folks who accuse them of ripping off some of these very same bands. And at least half of these tracks are actually by bands that we've compared Nadja to in past reviews. So we were sort of psyched to see how instead of infusing their own music with the influences of other bands, they might approach it the other way around, taking these songs and bands they love, and filtering them through their own sound. Alongside those obvious choices though are some totally out of left field choices, that on the surface seem to make no sense, but in the context of this collection fit perfectly, and when heard all buzzy and blissy and Nadja'd up, sometimes sound better than the originals.
The album opens with My Bloody Valentine's "Only Shallow", and Nadja make it their own, which is no small feat considering how iconic that main riff is, but heck, in the past we'v talked about how everything sounds better slower, well imagine that jam, slowed way down, and beefed WAY up, so what was already THEE shoegaze anthem of all time, is transformed into a lurching, heaving, crumbling mass of glorious blurred and blown out soft focus heaviness. Then comes Codeine's "Pea", another obvious Nadja influence, we would have gone for "Cave In", some doom band needs to cover that one, but "Pea" suits them, they don't even rock it out that much, it's a bit heavier, but not much slower, and Aidan Baker's soft tentative croon is a dead ringer for Codeine's Stephen Immerwahr. The band also tackle the Swans, and the Cure, the latter's "Faith" stretched out to almost 13 minutes, and expansive glorious woozy gloomy sprawl.
But it's the unlikely choices that seal the deal. A-Ha? It's the track that gives this comp its title, and although we're not familiar with the original, the Nadja version is gorgeous, heavy and poppy and gloriously blown out.
Then there's the Slayer cover, "Dead Skin Mask" from Seasons In The Abyss, not as obvious a choice as "Raining Blood" or "Angel Of Death", but for Nadja a much more suitable choice, that main riff, sounds soooooo good, all sludgey and washed out, that main melody even more seasick and woozy sounding, the new version somehow even creepier than the original. However our favorite two tracks here are definitely the least likely, one you may have heard, one you most likely haven't.
First, Elliott Smith's "Needle In The Hay", which of course is a fantastic song, but in Nadja's capable hands, it becomes even more harrowing, much more minor key, the vocals worn and weary, the drums a trudging death march, all beneath a thick layer of droning buzz and keening keyboards, and then that main hook, so epic and mysterious and sorrowful. You can almost imagine this is what Smith was imagining when he wrote it. And as much as we love this whole disc, this is the one we keep returning to.
And then there's "Long Dark Twenties", which was previously releases as a super limited 7", and which just happens to be a cover of a song from the Kids In The Hall movie, and yeah, that makes no sense at all, but as far as we're concerned it's become a Nadja song, we actually reviewed that song in depth when we had the 7", so let's revisit that briefly:
Folks who managed to catch Nadja performing live at aQuarius not too long ago, were treated to quite possibly the heaviest, catchiest, grooviest Nadja track yet. An awesome hook filled seventies rock style ultra jam, wrapped in thick clouds of billowing distortion and anchored by the crunch and pound of programmed beats, Aidan Baker's vocals a whispered croon, Leah Buckareff's bass throbbing and rumbling, but the main riff, SHIT, unbelievable, even after our ears stopped ringing, we were all humming that riff for days...
Well the funny thing we learned later, was that there song was in fact a cover. And an incredibly unlikely cover at that. The only obvious link between the original and the band covering it? Canada. The song, some of you might remember, is in fact from the Kids In The Hall movie Brain Candy, and proves that Nadja can turn hooky pop into hooky sludge-y doom. The chorus is an absolute killer, and similar to how Torche transform pop into skullcrushing hook filled heaviness, Nadja take that pop and wrap it all up in some of their distinctive blissed out fuzz and we're talking HIT. Well, a hit if there were actually some sort of blissdoomdronesludgepop chart. Which there should be. And there sort of is, in our heads, but anyway...
So yeah, for folks who missed out on that single, or who just want to have it on cd instead of vinyl, well, it's worth the price of admission for just that jam. But thankfully, every song on here is a crushing doom drenched, pop infused, slow motion chunk of dreamy blissed out, ultra catchy heaviness. And even though it's not technically a proper Nadja record, it just may well be our favorite Nadja record yet.
MPEG Stream: "Only Shallow (My Bloody Valentine)"
MPEG Stream: "Pea (Codeine)"
MPEG Stream: "Needle In The Hay (Elliott Smith)"
MPEG Stream: "Long Dark Twenties (Kids In The Hall)"

TELESCOPES Singles Compilation #2 (Mind Expansion) cd 15.98
We made the first compilation of Telescopes singles a Record Of The Week late last year, so it would make sense, that the second volume might receive the same honors. As we mentioned back then, we've been pretty obsessed with that particular era in druggy space rock, be it the Telescopes, or Spacemen 3, or Loop, or Swervedriver. There seems to be a resurgence in interest, as more and more young bands discover that sound and attempt to make it their own.
We're not complaining of course, we love that blown out, druggy drone rock, looped riffage, and simple pounding krautrock rhythms, effects and drones, swirling and shimmering, and the recent spate of reissues drove that home, both Loop and Swervedriver getting the deluxe reissue treatment, and reminding us why they STILL rule, and why few bands could ever hope to create the same sort of druggy sonic space magick.
That said, this Telescopes singles collection offers up another side of the band, some of that old sound is still present, the pounding droning churning riffage, the swirling spaced out effects, the buried vox, the trancelike arrangements, but if anything the band have taken their sound even further out, ditching any semblance of proper rock arrangement, sometimes playing the same riff for 6 minutes, other times crafting a slow hushed drone-y crawl, dabbling in abstract slowcore, space-drone, and various other abstractions in sound we don't really have proper names for yet, and you know what? We love it. It's like everything we love about space rock and krautrock and slowcore but just smeared and blurred and pulled apart and reimagined as something way more psychedelic, way more minimal, and so much more compelling and arresting than another disc of fuzzy space-y rock jams (not that we wouldn't love that too), instead, these are explorations, experiments, but only to the degree that they digress from various space rock tropes, offering instead, something wholly other, a sound that is avant and challenging, but at the same time warm and enveloping and inviting. This is timeless trance music, even at it's heaviest, The Telescopes have created some sort of ur-rock, loosed from all the usual rock and roll strictures and allowed to ooze and sprawl and billow and shimmer and explode into ever expanding clouds of blinding glimmer and prismatic tonal shift, and it's ever so divine.
Even though this is technically a singles collection, none of these tracks sound like proper singles, instead, as mentioned above, they barely retain any rock or pop, instead existing as slow shifting fields of looped mysterious sound, infused with elements of the rock and pop that came before.
The opener "Winter #7" is absolutely stunning, a hushed bassy crawl, with ethereal barely audible boy girl vocals, distant horns, plenty of crumbling ambience and buzzing crackle, wheezing keyboards, fans of Crescent and Flying Saucer Attack and similarly abstract space rock will be smitten. Which leads directly and seamlessly into "The Perfect Needle #4" (a title that smacks of Spacemen 3, as does the track itself), a slow smoldering drift, all muted drones, mumbled vox, buried percussive thumps, a sort shimmering patina of glitch and crackle, totally space-y and meditative, which leads directly into the first 'rock' song, "Another Sky" which takes a woozy warbly Loop-ish riff, and then, yep, loops it, creating a totally mesmerizing riffdrone, while all around it effects swirl, voices hover, shards of squiggly guitar streak past sheets of blurred psychedelic supernovas, utterly entrancing and irresistible.
And so it goes, a trajectory set for the outer reaches of the galaxy, but it's not where we're headed, it's how we get there, and the soundtrack to the ride, from the murky muted jangle laced shimmer of "Household Objective #2", the pounding flute flecked effects drenched space garage groove of "Dsm-1v Axis", which gets almost industrial at one point, to the strange muted whirring dronescape of "Another Whip", to the buzzing guitar stasis of "The Blue Shroud Of Alkatraz", with its static charged sheets of crumbling high end, wrapped in tendrils of skree and softened crunch, underpinned by a deep moaning tangle of droneguitar, finally discharging in a warped burst of glitched out effects and fractured buzz. And there's still more to discover, with every listen. Headphones, while not required, will allow you to delve even deeper, allow you to escape your earthly bonds and get lost in the Telescopes world of bleary eyed fuzz, hushed minimal mystery, greyed out guitar grime, and looped outer space shimmer.
MPEG Stream: "Winter #7"
MPEG Stream: "The Perfect Needle #4"
MPEG Stream: "Another Sky"
MPEG Stream: "Dsm-1v Axis"

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AVARUS IV (Secret Eye / Ikuisuus) lp 24.00
It's been several years since we last got a numbered vinyl missive from these Finnish free folk forest dwellers, II and III are both long out of print, and not sure we ever even saw number one, but IV takes up right where II and II left off, creating a woozy, trippy, psychedelic sound that only these Finns seem able to conjure.
Simple stumbling drumming underpins cyclical looped out riffage, that teeters on the verge of losing control, but manages stay the course, the sound thickens and grows more and more tripped out, the effects getting more and more dense, the guitars peeling off in strange twisted melodic flares, before slipping back into the beginning of another slow build, more chaotic percussion, another drone-y looped riff, but before it builds too much, it gets all mellow, and woozy and dark and meandery, eventually breaking down to a rickety campfire lope, the guitars spidery and skeletal.
The flipside is one sidelong track, which begins with what sounds like strings over a sea of drifting scrape and scrabble, warm swooshes of druggy effects, the whole thing warm and languid and laid back, building to almost orchestral sounding swells here and there, interrupted by brief soft squalls of blurred psych buzz, but always shifting back into that far out smoldering Avarus-y abstract shimmer. So nice.
Awesome eye popping cover art, that includes ice covered asteroids, flying popcicles, hot rods, totem poles, miners, wolves, lizards, lonesome highways, cacti and all sorts of other drugged out weirdness.

BISHOP, SIR RICHARD The Freak Of Araby (Drag City) cd 14.98
First off, nice pun Sir Richard, nice pun! With a title like The Freak Of Araby, do we really even need to review this? Well, probably not for SRB's legion of fans, who will already have an idea of what to expect here from this master of exotic, intricate guitar playing. For them, the prospect of a new solo album by SRB is automatically a pleasant one, and purchase should occur as automatically as one picks up the new releases on ethnic field recordings label Sublime Frequencies, run by Bishop's brother and fellow former Sun City Girl, Alan. Plus we've heard it, and recommended it too!
Inspired by the music of late Egyptian guitarist Omar Khorshid among others, here SRB presents ten tracks of instrumental improvisations (?) in a Middle Eastern mood. Delicate and detailed, sultry and sandy. Opener "Taqasim For Omar" is quite traditional-sounding, but elsewhere Bishop's electric guitar takes on almost a surfy twang, and thoughts of dusty Spaghetti Western soundtracks might enter ones mind whilst enjoying this record. Most of the tracks feature percussion and other supporting instrumentation, but the focus is certainly on Bishop's adept and evocative six string manipulation. By Sun City Girls standards, this is easy listening, and certainly lovely, reminiscent of some of the SCGs' most accessible stuff. However, echoey FX get laid on thick during track nine, "Sidi Mansour", in case you forgot the "Freak" part of this album's title, while the tenth and final number "Blood-Stained Sands" really shakes things up by abandoning guitar in favor much multilayered buzzing saz (we think it is), for a seven and a half minutes of dervishly whirling, droning delirium that ends the album leaving no doubt about SRB being The Freak Of Araby indeed.
MPEG Stream: "Barbary"
MPEG Stream: "The Pillars Of Baalbek"

BISHOP, SIR RICHARD The Freak Of Araby (Drag City) lp 15.98
First off, nice pun Sir Richard, nice pun! With a title like The Freak Of Araby, do we really even need to review this? Well, probably not for SRB's legion of fans, who will already have an idea of what to expect here from this master of exotic, intricate guitar playing. For them, the prospect of a new solo album by SRB is automatically a pleasant one, and purchase should occur as automatically as one picks up the new releases on ethnic field recordings label Sublime Frequencies, run by Bishop's brother and fellow former Sun City Girl, Alan. Plus we've heard it, and recommended it too!
Inspired by the music of late Egyptian guitarist Omar Khorshid among others, here SRB presents ten tracks of instrumental improvisations (?) in a Middle Eastern mood. Delicate and detailed, sultry and sandy. Opener "Taqasim For Omar" is quite traditional-sounding, but elsewhere Bishop's electric guitar takes on almost a surfy twang, and thoughts of dusty Spaghetti Western soundtracks might enter ones mind whilst enjoying this record. Most of the tracks feature percussion and other supporting instrumentation, but the focus is certainly on Bishop's adept and evocative six string manipulation. By Sun City Girls standards, this is easy listening, and certainly lovely, reminiscent of some of the SCGs' most accessible stuff. However, echoey FX get laid on thick during track nine, "Sidi Mansour", in case you forgot the "Freak" part of this album's title, while the tenth and final number "Blood-Stained Sands" really shakes things up by abandoning guitar in favor much multilayered buzzing saz (we think it is), for a seven and a half minutes of dervishly whirling, droning delirium that ends the album leaving no doubt about SRB being The Freak Of Araby indeed.
MPEG Stream: "Barbary"
MPEG Stream: "The Pillars Of Baalbek"

BLACK MOTH SUPER RAINBOW Eating Us (Graveface) cd 13.98
After the tease that was the Record Store Day 7", it's finally here, a brand new full length from Black Moth Super Rainbow, who continue to create rainbow wrapped, keyboard drenched, big drummed, new wave-d outsider bliss pop. We can't seem to get enough.
The record opens with the track from that Record Store Day single, the excellently titled "Born On A Day The Sun Didn't Rise", all druggy and swirly and sun dappled and psychedelic. There are strings and warm whirring synths, and breathless dreamy vox, and lilting melodies, not super freaked out or spastic, although there are bits of swooping electronics and streaks of glitch and hiss, but for the most part this is just some awesomely new wave flecked jangly futuristic psych pop. Which pretty much describes this whole record. For some reason we thought maybe it would be super heavy or totally twisted, but if anything, the songs are more fully realized, the sound still lush and slightly cracked, but all of BMSR's drugged out psych tendencies are harnassed into proper songs, that wouldn't sound at all out of place in a mix between the Flaming Lips and M83. The drums hold it all together, big and booming, processed sometimes, but usually loud, if not, theyr sublte and skittery, and there are synths EVERYWHERE, soaring and buzzing and whirring and shimmering, the guitars are minimal, more for a bit of filigree here and there, except when a bit of crunh or chug is required. And the vocals, all dreamy and heavily effected, whether it's vocoder or autotuning, they're perfectly matched to the glimmering kaliedoscope of sound that is constantly swirling and changing shape and color.
The majority of the record is surprsingly laid back, blissed out and sun dappled, a lot of it sounds almost folky, a little new age-y for sure, we also hear bits of old school pop groups like the Free Design, the Cowsills, even a bit of Stereolab here and there, there are lots of fluttery flute, acoustic guitar, lilting melodies, soft drifty twang, but all tangled up with some of the more buzzy new waveiness, and everything shot through with just the right amount of space aged, futuristic polish. So good. The perfect late afternoon, cloudy day, mix tape, dreamy drifty, future chill out disc for sure.
While they last, we have the super limited version, that comes in a zippered fur pouch!!
MPEG Stream: "Born On A Day The Sun Didn't Rise"
MPEG Stream: "Dark Bubbles"
MPEG Stream: "Twin Of Myself"
MPEG Stream: "Gold Splatter"

BLACKSHAW, JAMES The Glass Bead Game (Young God) cd 14.98
So on his last album, Blackshaw stepped into new territory with some orchestral instrumentation, even laying down a few piano tracks. And even though we didn't think it was possible, he just might have outdone himself, yet again, with his most dynamic album to date, The Glass Bead Game, released on the infamous Young God Records. Most aQ costumers are well aware of the talent and mystery that surrounds Mr. Blackshaw and his twelve-string mastery. And while we've really dug all of his numerous past albums, it seems like Blackshaw has never sounded so confident in his mantra-like finger picking and ornate compositions. With the freedom to compose works for piano, strings, flute, clarinet and a choir, Blackshaw's vision has grown from a small sprout into a sea of blooming vines.
It baffles us how cinematic this stuff is. These tracks all tell epic tales of being lost at sea, nighttime woodland campfires, sad goodbyes and lonely mornings, all without any lyrics. Sometimes there are these moments where Blackshaw will simply change chords and suddenly the piece takes on a whole new feel, a whole new sound, and you can't help but feel emotionally struck. His playing is so recognizable and distinguished from his solo-guitar peers, a perfect marriage of patients and skill, droning and droning on one chord only to build suspense and anticipation before suddenly revealing the next movement, so good! And there's something about his playing that is so European, so different from the Americana-type sound of other finger pickin' contemporaries. Blackshaw's pieces seem to shimmer with an ethereal haze that faintly glows like an old lantern in the woods, casting flickering light on faces of spirits in the night.
The Glass Bead Games starts things off running with a lush harmonium drone and Blackshaw's quick, raga-esque finger picking soaring above. Gradually female vocals and strings creep in to blanket Blackshaw's guitar in a silky ambience, creating an almost dreamlike experience. We really love how the vocals have this Philip Glass or Steve Reich orchestral kind of vibe. Instead of long swells the voices are short, repetitive wordless ohs and ahs, kind of like some carousel organ or angelic harp. "Cross" builds and retreats in some cosmic ebb and flow, continually swirling with deep, melodic range and heartfelt emotion, all with the twelve string at its glowing core. "Bled", the second track, begins with a slow, contemplative mood. Notes plucked then left to dissipate into thin air. Somber and desolate, the piece only grows into a dark journey through Eastern ragas and into celestial radiance, only to return in the 9th minute to the opening, contemplative passage.   
The album comes to a gorgeous close with the 18 minute "Arc". With James on the piano, he builds from quiet contemplative drops of rain into huge waves of quickly flourishing arpeggios, not all that different sounding from his guitar picking. We totally love how his style and aesthetic remains intact, whether he's sitting at the piano or with a guitar on his knee, his close attention to detail and use of hypnotic, emotionally captivating melodies shines throughout. Notes flickering and shimmering about as overtones soar above like clouds. There's so much about this record that you can get fully wrapped up in, so much detail it would be impossible to absorb it all in just one listen. We've already been listening to Glass Bead Game for over a week, and still new details keep popping out of the woodwork. And to top it off, beautifully fitting, earth-toned artwork of various birds of prey perfectly adorns the album with some magical visual hex. By far our favorite Blackshaw album to date and quite possibly his best, highly and fully recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Cross"
MPEG Stream: "Bled"

BLANK DOGS Under And Under (In The Red) cd 13.98
Fuck YES! One of the most unstoppable and prolific projects in recent memory returns with full length #2... we think. Regardless, after a slew of limited run eps and singles, we were curious to see if Blank Dogs could handle the full length format as well as they - sorry, HE - did with the awesome On Two Sides lp a while back. It seems like some people were expecting Blank Dogs to crack under the pressure of increased exposure or in the face of a fiery hipster backlash. Well, we are happy to report that Under And Under more than ably delivers on all of the initial promise, another winner loaded with classic Blank Dogs and one of the most thrilling releases we have heard this year. It's pretty insane to think that someone could just keep churning this stuff out at such a rate with continually awesome results, but Blank Dogs sound as confident, or at least as melancholy, catchy, and propulsive as ever here. In terms of the actual sound, things haven't changed that much, which we consider a very good thing. The fidelity is maybe slightly higher, but just barely. The songs are a little tighter and more suited to a full length rather than an ep, making this one that will undoubtedly bring out more with repeated focused listens. But overall, this is just more of what we have loved since we came across Blank Dogs, with wandering bass lines, reverberated drum machines, super melodic single note guitar leads, and that awesome monotone voice all here in spades. In the end, Under And Under is a sure indicator that when it comes to actual songcraft, the man behind this project is clearly a cut above most others doing the lo-fi garage thing.
It's pretty accurate to mention bands like Joy Division and the Cure when describing this, but the more poppy numbers seem to follow a more Buzzcocksian approach while the transitions to the anthemic choruses are just classic pop. Some of these songs sound like fractured love songs, all warbly with upbeat guitar leads and weird spooky keyboards. They may be for all we know, though lyrical clarity has never really been an issue for Blank Dogs, the voice de-emphasized within the throbbing lo-fi recording almost like another instrument itself. These songs provide a nice contrast to the more menacing numbers, like the acknowledged hit (around these parts anyway) "Setting Fire To Your House" with its ominous bass and distinctive organ lead. Lo-fi but dense, Blank Dogs still sound like a lost Factory Records band being transmitted from some far away galaxy, but the whole album exudes a beautiful dreaminess that just can't be denied. There appears to be no end in sight for Blank Dogs, and we aren't complaining one bit.
MPEG Stream: "No Compass"
MPEG Stream: "L Machine"
MPEG Stream: "Setting Fire To Your House"
MPEG Stream: "Tin Birds"

BLUE SABBATH BLACK CHEER Crows Eat The Eyes From The Leviathans Carcass (Release The Bats) cd 14.98
Finally, the very first cd release from Northwestern blacknoize terrorists Blue Sabbath Black Cheer, not a proper full length exactly, more a collection of odds and ends, a selection of out of print tracks, culled from various 7"s and 12"s and tapes, as well as a couple previously unreleased jams.
Those new to Blue Sabbath Black Cheer should definitely beware, the sound this dastardly duo conjure up is more noise than music, more drone than metal, yet it manages to be all of those things at once. They described their sound as "black acid bog death, blackened noise volume assault", and it most definitely is that, it's the sound of SUNNO))) and Wolf Eyes and Organum, mixed with black metal and dark ambience, power electronics and minimal dronemusic, and somehow molded into harsh and harrowing blackened buzzscapes, veering from full on caustic assault, to hushed mysterious creep, often in the same song.
One of the tracks here is from the Borre Fen lp, and of the various micro-releases represented here, that was the only one that we ever managed to get in the shop, which means for many folks, ourselves included, this is practically a new record.
From the opener "Untitled" (most of the tracks are titled "Untitled"!), a swirling buzzing cacophony of crumbling industrial whir, peppered with buried percussion, howled voices lost in the mix, keening sheets of feedback, and a fierce white noise blow out, to the follow up "Untitled", a much more minimal, bit of cinematic drift, still pretty ominous and spooky, but here it's about the drone, and the strange processed gurgling sounds underneath, the heartbeat like pulse, the fragmented melodies and the overall hellish vibe, to another "Untitled", another wash of minimal scrape and creak and groan and grind, shot through with minor key moodiness, and wreathed in warm layers of deeeeeeep whirring rumble.
The record's centerpiece is the 17+ minute track from Borre Fen, which oozes to the surface, a long death march trawl some bleak black underworld of sound, a roiling pit of blackness and despair, thick layers of black drone, processed tapes, field recordings, disembodied voices processed into still more drones, distant streaks of feedback, gurgled grunted 'vocals', rumbling, grinding stretches of abstract sound, fragments of melody drifting in a churning black sonic sea, creepy and dark and desolate and downtuned and very very evil. Besides the above mentioned bands, we also hear bits of Lustmord, Stalaggh, Wolf Eyes, Za Frumi (mostly for the Orc like vocals), Abruptum, Anenzephalia, MZ412...
The record finally finishes off with another "Untitled" track, which eschews all that low end for a 5 minute stretch of horror movie high end, stretched to its breaking point, some definite difficult listening, like some sort of boiling teapot / dog whistle dronejam, all over a grinding bit of crunchy rumble, finishing off the record, if not with a bang, then an ear piercing shriek.
LIMITED TO 500 COPIES! Housed in super cool black on black cardboard sleeves, and for those that care, mastered by Herr Hans Grusel, of das infamous Krankenkabinet!
MPEG Stream: "Untitled"
MPEG Stream: "Untitled"
MPEG Stream: "Untitled"

BLUE SABBATH BLACK CHEER D.D.T.T.N.B. (Anarchymoon Recordings) lp 29.00
When two of your band members are credited with playing "cement mixer", listeners can safely assume that you are loud and noisy as hell. Combined with the accepted knowledge that Blue Sabbath Black Cheer is one of the most dense and monolithically HEAVY noise crews currently in existence, it won't take long before you're either running in terror or hitting the "add to cart" button. Of course, at $29 a pop, these aren't cheap, but here's a quick rundown as to why D.D.T.T.N.B. may well worth your time and money, provided this is your cup of noise: 200 copies, awesome cardboard sleeves featuring an ominous silver silkscreened skull on each side with four insectoid/Motorhead looking shapes alongside the credits on an extended flap, and, the crowning glory - a gorgeous slab of one sided pitch black vinyl with another hand screened skull displayed prominently on side 2, a work of art unto itself.
Now lets talk about the menacing tones sunk within these grooves. At first, you will probably be thinking, "It's a cement mixer. I get it." And indeed, the horrifically grating buzzing sounds are just that. But what might sound ridiculous on paper soon takes on a life of its own, and before long the mixers blend with other overblown electronics to create a pulsing, vaguely rhythmic wall of sound. Oddly enough, it becomes comforting and trancelike, and if you allow yourself to be fully hypnotized, the results are almost soothing. If you are wondering what's up with the title, it stands for "Destructively Dedicated to the New Blockaders", as BSBC allegedly worked some of the aforementioned group's material into this piece. We say "allegedly" because more than anything we were overwhelmed by the dense sheets of sound and not really too into the idea of keeping an ear out for anything resembling melody. Not that we're complaining, as this strangely beautiful record expertly harnesses harsh, filthy sounds and works them into a endlessly writhing piece of cinematic white noise. These are already sold out at the label, so you'll probably want to act fast before being forced to hit up eBay with tears streaming down your face. Don't say we didn't warn you.

BONG / QUTTINIRPAAQ Split (Blackest Rainbow) lp 17.98
We've been dying for more Bong. Ever since we got our ears around their long awaited debut lp a little while back, two side long tracks of crushing Sabbathy slow motion dooooooooom, we've been jonesing for another fix. Which has finally arrived, in the form of this split 12". Bong on one side, and fellow (new to us) doomlords Quttinirpaaq on the other.
Bong sound even heavier and more sluggishly propulsive than on their debut. Like space rock slowed waaaaaay down, Bong unleash a dark, dense roiling dirge drone doom, that slowly and gradually, and yes, druggily develops into something super rocking and ultra heavy. Crushing low end, lugubrious stoner doom riffs, pounding drums, and this time around some buzzing sitar (or at least it sounds like a sitar), adding a woozy Eastern vibe to the otherwise sludge-y proceedings. This is a total druggy lumbering stoned slow motion doom groove drug jam, channeling Monster Magnet, Black Sabbath, SUNNO))) and especially some Electric Wizard. The second half gets pretty rocking, seriously upping the churning downtuned chug, and upping the tempo from plod to rocking plod! It's heavy for sure, but still lo-fi and murky and muddy and mysterious - and that sitar, playing the same melody over and over and over the whole track gives it a super hypnotic and trancelike vibe. So good.
The flipside belongs to the impossible to pronounce Quttinirpaaq who counter with their own chunk of ultra low doom exploration. Beginning all blissed out and space-y and krauty and new age-y, with swirling effects and soft synths all shimmering and glistening over deep sweels of muted feedback, the band easily slip into some serious dronedoomdirge, kicking out a thick wall of downtuned buzz that will have SUNNO))) fans frothing for sure, and then the drums kick in, and the band lock into an impossible slow, ultra doom jam, the drums not so much a rhythm as occasional accents to the crushing crunch of guitars, beneath the surface, headphones reveal all sorts of weirdness going on, strange sonic events, mysterious voices, all churning and roiling underneath the layers of buzz and that impossible slow drum plod, think Khanate, Habsyll, Bunkur, Moss, that sort of thing, but more spaced out and abstract. Killer stuff for sure, and a perfect match for the mighty Bong!
LIMITED TO 300 COPIES!! Plain black sleeves with paste on red and black front cover.

CADAVER YELLETH AT AMBER TOWER Code: Algeria (Res Adversae Productions) cd ep 12.98
From the same mysterious Russian otherworld that brought us the blackened genius of Ithdabquth Qliphoth comes the amazingly monickered Cadaver Yelleth At Amber Tower, which as far as we can tell is one of the many side projects that IQ mainman AL-LA-ShT-ORR employs to explore some seriously twisted and esoteric sounds.
And it doesn't get much more esoteric than this. Falling somewhere between the mysterious shortwave broadcasts of the Conet Project, and the disembodied ghostly blacknoise of Prurient, Code:Algeria is a strange sonic artifact, a manufactured lost transmission from the abyss, voices from some recovered black box recorder, broadcast from some other dimension, travelling through the atmosphere, gathering strange distortions and interference as it goes, a dizzying assemblage of beeps and hiss and warm buzzing textures, the voices speaking French? Arabic? Russian? Hard to tell, distorted as they are, 3 voices, 4 voices, the cadence and interplay almost musical, interrupted by bursts of hiss and sonar like pings, by the second track, some woozy warbly organ has joined the mix, the hiss sounds more scuplted, stuttering and skittering almost rhythmically, still wound around those strange voices, and the hiss taking on an almost Sunroof! like melodiousness, but those voices, continue to haunt and perplex, is it a military exercise? Is it something more sinister? Definitely sounds like it. Whatever it is, it's fantastic, and enthralling, and like the Conet Project, transcends its parts to become melodic and musical and surprisingly listenable. For field recording freeks too, especially ones into EVP and the Ghost Orchid and the like...
MPEG Stream: "One"
MPEG Stream: "Two"

CAULDRON Chained To The Nite (Earache) 2cd 12.98
Wooooohoooooyeaaaaaaahhhhhhh! This Canadian, old school (yet "Young And Hungry") metal trio of Jason Decay (bass/vocals), Ian Chains (guitar) and Steel Rider (drums), unleash their debut full length! The sticker on the front of this actually says "for fans of Dokken, Queensryche and Diamond Head". Wow, that's a bold move, putting Dokken on there. Diamond Head is currently considered cool of course but Dokken and Queensryche might fall into the too much information category for many of today's black/death/doom/thrash metallers. Of course, one can assume they must be referring to early Dokken and really early Queensryche, which is all right as far as we're concerned. While Cauldron celebrates a certain sort of '80s cheese - the cheesecake album cover ferinstance - it's heavy metal, not poofy hair metal. (The band pictures confirm that these guys don't use hairspray, though it does look like they are familiar with the use of conditioner.) Nor is it an ironic pisstake, though we would hope that nobody would spell night "nite" in their album title without tongue slightly in cheek!
Cauldron's inspirations certainly come from the galloping NWOBHM stuff (Angel Witch!), their U.S. progeny Metallica circa Kill 'Em All, as well as the better/grittier side of Sunset Strip glam a la Ratt and W.A.S.P., and arena Ozzy circa The Ultimate Sin, so this disc has got a refreshing, unabashed pop sheen and sensibility, but there's no ballads, nothing like that. Their quick riffing songs about such subjects as being "Bound To The Stake" (presumably after a "Witch Trial" though that's the not the order in which they appear on the album) or "Chained Up In Chains" (the best redundant title ever, and also the song they contributed to Earache's Heavy Metal Killers comp reviewed here a couple lists back) are more like fist in the air metal, that's both melodic and ballsy, a killer combo of speedy slayage and catchy choruses. Another good song title is "Fermenting Enchantress"! They've got self-aware wit and style enough to appeal to the indie-hipster-metal crowd (a la Early Man, Dead Child, The Sword) whilst maintaining true metal cred, which also derives from the band's previous, doomier incarnation as Goat Horn. And, indeed, they do have some hard rockin' hair metal cred too, since, in keeping with the chains theme, they wrap up this album with a cover of a song called "Chains Around Heaven" originally by LA glam also-rans Black 'N Blue circa 1984. (Andee is so STOKED.) Any unfounded doubts that Cauldron aren't the real deal dissipate with that irony-proof move. We just wonder why they didn't cover Dokken's "Unchain The Night" too... maybe 'cause they don't actually sound like Dokken anyway.
What's left to say? Buy this, and turn it up LOUD! Soon you'll have lyrics like "chained up in chains, in the moonlight" stuck in your banging head, and be lovin' it!
While they last, we have the deluxe slipcased edition of this, which comes with an extra bonus disc containing two songs, taken from Cauldron's out of print indie ep Into The Cauldron. One of which, "Restless", might be our favorite song of theirs, so lucky for you it's on here.
MPEG Stream: "Young And Hungry"
MPEG Stream: "Conjure The Mass"
MPEG Stream: "Chained Up In Chains"

CHILDREN Hard Times Hangin' At The End Of The World (Kemado) cd 13.98
First encountered this NYC trio opening for The Sword and Slough Feg on tour out here last year. And it was an excellent match, if you like either of those bands, there's a good chance you'll dig Children too. Featuring ex-members of Early Man and S.T.R.E.E.T.S., these hipster longhairs have got some of that currently cool psychedelic indie ironic image stuff happening (they claim they play "peace metal" ferinstance, and probably wear more American Apparel than black leather)... but then when you press play, blam, the headbanging is ON. With abundant energy, galloping beats, raging riffs, rapidfire thrash technology, and a weensy bit of left field (for metal) artsiness! Plus, most crucially, plenty of Champsy guitar harmonies - and like the Fucking Champs, there's no bass, just two guitars and drums. Though, the band these kids remind us the most of is their labelmates SF's Saviours, with similarly badass blazing leads and gruff, not-so-melodic singing/screaming.
Yeah, there's some SWEET guitar action here, from the one mellow quasi-classical instrumental "H.T.H.A.T.E.O.T.W." to the extended dual guitar widdly-ness that makes the epic (nearly 10 minute) album-ender "Time Is The Living" so magnificent. Actually, these guys love to stretch out jamming on their axes all over this disc, with the likes of "Nuclear Bummer" over 7 minutes long, and opener "Advanced Mind Control" clocking in at 9:41. Inveterate air guitarists will wish they were even longer. Heck we'll take our ripping, indulgent metal where we can get it. If it's a so-called "hipster" metal band on Kemado, that's just fine if they shred like these guys do! We like their style.
MPEG Stream: "Subterranean Cities"
MPEG Stream: "Advanced Mind Control"
MPEG Stream: "Power Spirit"

CLINE, NELS Coward (Crytogramaphone) cd 16.98
We've always had much respect for Nels Cline, his guitar playing skills are undeniable for sure, but for SOME of us, it wasn't actually until this solo outing that we've been able to totally fall in love with a Nels Cline album. Coward is one of the most languid, eclectic, yet strangely and enchantingly fluid solo guitar albums we've heard in ages. While there have been no shortage of great solo guitar records lately, as good as many of them are they all tend to be quite narrow in scope. There are either the John Fahey/Takoma school followers whose records are filled with finger picked sweeping pastoral Appalachia from beginning to end, or the drone guitar records, many of which we love, but again don't show much of a range in scope or sound. It's definitely a credit to many of those artists that they stick to what they know and do it very well, but when you're Nels Cline, you know SO MUCH about the guitar and its infinite range of sonic possibilities, and Coward finds him exploring so many of those possibilities with brilliant results! Whether sprawling or rustic, melodic or deconstructed, he's found ways to create sounds and songs that are brimming with personality, mood and emotion. He's also not afraid to get all lush and beautiful, or dark and mysterious, this is most definitely a record that truly has something for almost any music lover.
We hear a spirit and adventurous streak similar to records by greats like Baden Powell, we also hear more moody elements that have us thinking of Loren Connors, as well as fractured noisy moments that could be on a Tetuzi Akiyama record, but most of all a sense of true songwriting and melodic capability with the guitar, that recalls the gorgeous guitarscapes of Roy Montgomery. Nels Cline has proven that he's not only an extremely talented musician but also an artist with a rich imagination and soulful way with sound. Highly recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Thurston County"
MPEG Stream: "The Nomad's Home"
MPEG Stream: "X Change(s)"

COLD CAVE Cremations (Hospital) cd 14.98
Cremations is a collection of previously released tracks from the darling noisenik / minimal wave project Cold Cave, the bulk of which had been so painfully limited that they might as well have not been at all. The first three cuts should be familiar to most Aquarius readers, being from Cold Cave's awesome 7" single Painted Nails. The other tracks came from a cassette and an LP, both of which Cold Cave's Wes Eisold released through his Heartworm Press as editions of 100 in 2009 and 2007 respectively. The description we gave to the Painted Nails single is still apt: a morose and melodic blast of blown out noise-wave, a corrosive chunk of Cure-meets-Whitehouse or New Order-meets-Wolf Eyes. The tracks that follow the Painted Nails single on this collection certainly live up to the hype of that single, standing as lo-fi, scribbled new wave tunes for simple bass-synth lines, eerie-as-hell melodies, tinny drum machines, and alienated vocals with plenty of megaphone noise and 4-track scratchiness embedded into the mix. Cold Cave also tosses in some incidental music tracks which sort of sound like the interludes from Christian Death's Elektra Descending redone for Brian Eno's Music for Airports. It should be noted that none of the tracks here have been fleshed out like the incredible The Trees Grew Emotions And Died 12" which came and went a couple months back, and we don't mean that as a negative. Seriously, how many times have we championed the shittiest recordings on the crappiest media: flexi-disc, microcassette, wire recordings, shortwave, etc. And much of Cold Cave's grit and grime on Cremations appeals to that very aesthetic of ours. In fact a lot of these tracks remind us of some of our favorite electronic punk acts of the new dark age: The Screamers, Primitive Calculators, early Severed Heads, Dark Day, etc. You won't just be hearing it from us: this is incredible!
(This IS coming out on vinyl too, eventually, but we have no date for that yet...)
MPEG Stream: "Sex Ads"
MPEG Stream: "Heavenly Metals"
MPEG Stream: "Gates"
MPEG Stream: "Swallow The Sun"

COLTRANE, ALICE Eternity (Sepia Tone) cd 12.98
We recently listed the new vinyl reissue of this, and so we thought we'd highlight the previously available cd version again here this time too! Alice plays it all on this reissue of her forceful and eclectic 1976 album Eternity - she wields the harp and organ, a Fender Rhodes electric piano, even cymbals and vocals on a couple tracks. Each song is different in mood and instrumentation, with the first track "Spiritual Eternal" featuring a veritable big band of brass, reeds, and strings.
Occasionally some manic timbales and congas accompany her meditative organ explorations. And what mind altering organ explorations they are, she commands the instrument as if she's channeling a force from outer space, coaxing from it sounds that are mind-blowing and completely transcendental! Eternity is one of those records that you put on and just surrender completely to. So moving and powerful. It will take you on a journey rife with every kind of sonic twist and turn you can imagine. From harmonic and peacefully blissed out voyages, to tripped out and jamming cosmic explosions, it even ends with her amazing version of "Spring Rounds" from Stravinsky's Rites Of Spring. It's a record that reminds us that Alice Coltrane didn't just play 'jazz', it was music that crossed boundaries of genres, nations, and even galaxies. Eternity is the work of a truly gifted artist able to create mystical sounds that never fail to induce a transcendental state of consciousness in the listener. Highly recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Morning Worship"
MPEG Stream: "Los Caballos"
MPEG Stream: "Spiritual Eternal"

CURRENT 93 Aleph At Hallucinatory Mountain (Coptic Cat) cd 14.98
It's always a challenge to delve into the polyglot mythologies of David Tibet, as the visions in his lyrics reference a host of esoteric subjects: the gnostic Christian texts of the early 2nd Century, Thelemic citations from Aleister Crowley, snippets of Coptic, and plenty of Tibet's feverish dislocations of images delivered in stream of consciousness. The central protagonist here is Aleph, a character with a slippery persona, one that may be acting before God set the universe in order, one that may be acting as a dopplerganger to Adam, one that may be the murderous precursor of Cain, one that may spell out an alternate origin of Lucifer, or one that is unique to Current 93. To avid Current 93 fans, these mysteries and contradictions are commonplace; but the biggest shift for Current 93 is in the musical arrangements. Gone are the fairy-dusted madrigals for just piano, 12-string guitar, and violin. Tibet has now grasped onto a blistering, occasionally sprawling psychedelia centered upon heavy, proto-metal riffs. Amon Duul's Yeti, the psychedelic moments of Sabbath, Blue Oyster Cult, and certainly early Alice Cooper all factor into Current 93's arrangements. Given the '70s laden heaviness of this album, it's a little hard to believe that Al Cisneros (Om, Sleep) who had previously collaborated with Tibet isn't present. Instead, Tibet has brought on board Alex Neilson, Andrew WK, Keith Wood, Matt Sweeney, Rickey Lee Jones, James Blackshaw, porn-star Sasha Gray, and a host of others. Once again, Steven Stapleton is at the helm of the production with Andrew Liles adding his deft hand in the mix as well. Alex Neilson's presence on drums is of particular note, as his heavy-handed fills and lumbering gate does away with the taut precision which gave some Current 93 albums an anal retentive quality. Neilson in conjunction with the army of guitarists churning through these heavy, psychedelic riffs makes this album as good as it is.
MPEG Stream: "Invocation Of Almost"
MPEG Stream: "On Docetic Mountain"
MPEG Stream: "Not Because The Fox Barks"

DALTON, KAREN It's So Hard To Tell Who's Going To Love You The Best (Light In The Attic) lp 21.00
First LP reissue of this longtime aQ favorite on deluxe 180 gram vinyl, and newly remastered. Comes with an 18" x 24" poster!
Considered the "Queen" of the Greenwich village folk scene of the sixties, Karen Dalton was no protest singer but a highly nuanced interpreter of traditional folk songs, as well songs by her contemporaries such as Dino Valenti, Tim Hardin and Fred Neil. Slow and sedate, her vocal delivery recalls Billie Holiday's, thick as smoke and tinged with hurt, while her sophisticated guitar and banjo playing hangs on every turn of phrase. Such deliberately paced performances however made playing with bands difficult. Often racked with stage fright, she performed rarely for audiences instead opting just to play at social gatherings with friends. It was at one of these gatherings that Nicholas Venet, who produced many of the best sixties folk records, recorded her with the promise that it was just for his personal collection. How lucky we are, he did not stay true to his word. It's amazing this magical recording was done in a single take, with an amazing group of players including Harvey Brooks, who would arrange most of her second album and who is interviewed for this reissue. A devastatingly beautiful performance!! So fresh, so alive, so sweet!
MPEG Stream: "Sweet Substitute"
MPEG Stream: "Ribbon Bow"

DUCKTAILS s/t (Not Not Fun) cd 14.98
Here's some seriously warm, wobbly, surfy, tropical sounding lo-fi gems that have totally captured our attention! Dripping with such melty, melodic yet slightly tripped out perfection. Ducktails had a lot going for it before we even heard the music, the name obviously (!), the great cover art by Jan Anderzen (Kemialliset Ystavat) and the fact that it was mastered by Graham Lambkin of The Shadow Ring already lead us to believe there might be some kind of magic being brewed under the colorful, inviting cover, so we threw this on the stereo right away and it's been beyond the perfect soundtrack for the bright and sizzling sunshine days we've been baking in for the last couple weeks. Ducktails is the work of one person, Matt Mondanile who has found such a unique sound, melding elements of the lo-fi pop movement that came out of New Zealand in the '80s with a tropical undertone and wandering spirit that sounds like bits and pieces from some gem of a find on a Sublime Frequencies compilation, the kind of rare multidimensional sound that Pumice is able to achieve, or the more pastoral side of prog that folks like Bo Hannson explored, or a sun-soaked instrumental passage from an Ariel Pink record (actually this actually reminds us a lot of the great Holy Shit record Ariel Pink made with Matt Fishbeck a while back), or maybe White Rainbow shining their hypnotic rays through the bodies of a band on Woodsist. The album's closer "Surf's Up" is almost like a new generation's version of Terry Riley's A Rainbow In Curved Air!
This record is like a soft edged maze that leads in a million different directions and takes you around on a sonic adventure that isn't as concerned with destination as it is in creating a totally and wholly encapsulating journey. While many in the new wave of one-man-band lo-fi noise pop combos have been focusing their sonic scope more on the fuzz, and burn, and rocked out side of things, Ducktails have a much more languid, dreamy and enchanting approach to finding lo-fi bliss through conjuring up so much warm sun soaked color in their hypnotizing sounds. Highly Recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Beach Point Pleasant"
MPEG Stream: "Surf's Up"
MPEG Stream: "Horizon"

DUCKTAILS s/t (Not Not Fun) lp 16.98
Here's some seriously warm, wobbly, surfy, tropical sounding lo-fi gems that have totally captured our attention! Dripping with such melty, melodic yet slightly tripped out perfection. Ducktails had a lot going for it before we even heard the music, the name obviously (!), the great cover art by Jan Anderzen (Kemialliset Ystavat) and the fact that it was mastered by Graham Lambkin of The Shadow Ring already lead us to believe there might be some kind of magic being brewed under the colorful, inviting cover, so we threw this on the stereo right away and it's been beyond the perfect soundtrack for the bright and sizzling sunshine days we've been baking in for the last couple weeks. Ducktails is the work of one person, Matt Mondanile who has found such a unique sound, melding elements of the lo-fi pop movement that came out of New Zealand in the '80s with a tropical undertone and wandering spirit that sounds like bits and pieces from some gem of a find on a Sublime Frequencies compilation, the kind of rare multidimensional sound that Pumice is able to achieve, or the more pastoral side of prog that folks like Bo Hannson explored, or a sun-soaked instrumental passage from an Ariel Pink record (actually this actually reminds us a lot of the great Holy Shit record Ariel Pink made with Matt Fishbeck a while back), or maybe White Rainbow shining their hypnotic rays through the bodies of a band on Woodsist. The album's closer "Surf's Up" is almost like a new generation's version of Terry Riley's A Rainbow In Curved Air!
This record is like a soft edged maze that leads in a million different directions and takes you around on a sonic adventure that isn't as concerned with destination as it is in creating a totally and wholly encapsulating journey. While many in the new wave of one-man-band lo-fi noise pop combos have been focusing their sonic scope more on the fuzz, and burn, and rocked out side of things, Ducktails have a much more languid, dreamy and enchanting approach to finding lo-fi bliss through conjuring up so much warm sun soaked color in their hypnotizing sounds. Highly Recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Beach Point Pleasant"
MPEG Stream: "Surf's Up"
MPEG Stream: "Horizon"

EL-B The Roots Of (Tempa) cd 17.98
El-B is one of the pioneers and inspiring forces that helped usher in the sound of dubstep as we know it. Pushing the UK garage scene in new and exciting directions, incorporating elements of house, drum & bass and dancehall creating a pulsating sound that would become the core of modern dubstep. While folks like Burial, Pinch and Kode9 would take bits and pieces of this foundation and give it a much more sinister and brooding vibe, you can still tell that it was probably one of those rare white label 12"s by El-B that helped trigger many of the ideas that would find their way in today's leading dubstep records. A few months ago we raved (pun intended!) about the Zomby record Where Were You In '92 with its amazing combination of various elements from house and rave culture with dubstep's dark driving allure. There's no denying that these El-B tracks had to be a gigantic source of inspiration for Zomby as so much of what he was doing almost a decade ago can be found in the grooves of that record. If you're like us you probably don't have tons of those rare white label 12"s so it's rad to be able to get a great collection of El-B's jams on one single disc along with a really informative 14-page booklet that breaks things down so well.
The vinyl version doesn't have all the songs from the cd, but for vinyl addicts it's definitely cool, with one track stretched out on each side of the double 12".
MPEG Stream: "Ghost: The Club"
MPEG Stream: "Zed BIas: Timed Out (El-B Remix)"
MPEG Stream: "Amazon"

EL-B The Roots Of (Tempa) 2x12" 19.98
El-B is one of the pioneers and inspiring forces that helped usher in the sound of dubstep as we know it. Pushing the UK garage scene in new and exciting directions, incorporating elements of house, drum & bass and dancehall creating a pulsating sound that would become the core of modern dubstep. While folks like Burial, Pinch and Kode9 would take bits and pieces of this foundation and give it a much more sinister and brooding vibe, you can still tell that it was probably one of those rare white label 12"s by El-B that helped trigger many of the ideas that would find their way in today's leading dubstep records. A few months ago we raved (pun intended!) about the Zomby record Where Were You In '92 with its amazing combination of various elements from house and rave culture with dubstep's dark driving allure. There's no denying that these El-B tracks had to be a gigantic source of inspiration for Zomby as so much of what he was doing almost a decade ago can be found in the grooves of that record. If you're like us you probably don't have tons of those rare white label 12"s so it's rad to be able to get a great collection of El-B's jams on one single disc along with a really informative 14-page booklet that breaks things down so well.
The vinyl version doesn't have all the songs from the cd, but for vinyl addicts it's definitely cool, with one track stretched out on each side of the double 12".
MPEG Stream: "Ghost: The Club"

EMACIATOR Reflection (Accidie) 2lp 19.98
Emaciator is the work of LA floorcore miserablist Jon Borges, who previously spat out gnarled cassettes galore as Pedestrian Deposit and Monorail Trespassing; and as Emaciator he's got a couple releases on Students Of Decay and Not Not Fun. But damn, this is the one for sure as Borges channels the psychic wasteland of Southern California through these four sides of vinyl for dour drones laced with ghostly melodies and grimly rendered distortion. The first side could be the logical extension of the shortened program that Emeralds gave us on Solar Bridge with an earthmoving hum emanating throughout the track amidst the linear movement of radioscopic static and a mournful loop of descending melodies. Throughout the track, these elements intertwine, build, fade, collapse, resurface, and self-immolate all at once. Quite stunning. Side B radiates with a fluorescent glow of simmering white noise softened just enough to take the edge off while uneasy rippled of low end frequencies push to the surface. The third side gets far more toxic in the blistering analog synth tones pushed through distortion boxes, but Borges still manages to push forward one of his urgent yet depressive phasing tones through the heavy wall of static. Very much on par with the classic Broken Flag sound. The fourth is a reprise of the first side (get it, the title is Reflection), with that looping melody at first appearing like a Basinski piece of hypnogogia, but gradually Borges suffocates that loop through at atomizing cascade of distortion. One of the most exhilarating if tragic pieces of noise+drone we've heard in quite a long time. Limited to a mere 300 copies!

EMMANUEL, J.D. Solid Dawn: Electronic Works 1979-1982 (Kvist) cd 14.98
Yes! Finally, J.D. Emmanuel's late seventies, early eighties mind expansion music is more readily accessible. Mostly previously available through rare private pressing lps and vinyl rip blogs, Emmanuel is pretty much one of the main underground touchstones of the present wave of sunny new age meditative minimalist outfits such as The Alps, Emeralds, Ducktails, and White Rainbow. We had that limited reissue of his 1982 Wizards LP which flew out of here in a flash and now we have the less-limited Solid Dawn disc, which is a compilation of works between 1979 and 1982 in which Emmanuel seemed to be superhumanly productive. Taking the minimalist template of Terry Riley, the continuous music of Lubomyr Melnyk, and Brian Eno's discreet music, filtering it through a more soft-focus mystical kosmiche veil of Klaus Schulze, Ariel Kalma and Eberhard Schoener, Emmanuel makes long-form compositions that are vaporous and propulsive like swiftly moving clouds using wind chimes, blurry shifting drones, and arpeggiated synth-scapes. Check out his website for more info about this Texan native, who not only offers spiritual consultation, but offers automotive and business management solutions as well! Outsider New Age doesn't get much better than this!
MPEG Stream: "Sunrise Over Galveston Bay"
MPEG Stream: "Whirlwind"
MPEG Stream: "Changeling"

FAIR, YVONNE The Bitch Is Black (Reel Music) cd 14.98
Besides the incomparable freakiness of Betty Davis, and sheer force that is Chaka Khan, we don't see too many female soul singers that can equally seduce us with their soulful wiles, then go in for the kill with their hard-hitting funk edge, and still make us feel their pain. Beginning her career as a featured singer for the James Brown Revue, Fair cut her teeth at Motown recording a single with Marvin Gaye that made Motown producer Norman Whitfield (Undisputed Truth, Rose Royce) take notice, producing a string of singles in the early seventies. Her lone album, The Bitch is Black has been thankfully reissued by Reel Music and features her version of The Temptations classic "Funky Music Sho Nuff Turns Me On", Stevie Wonder's "Tell Me Something Good" and her UK hit "It Should Have Been Me", a spurned lover's soul-shattering breakdown. Just check out the cover, you don't want to mess with this 'bitch'!
MPEG Stream: "Funky Music Sho Nuff Turns me On"
MPEG Stream: "It Should Have Been Me"
MPEG Stream: "Let Your Hair Down"

FORGOTTEN PATH Issue #2 - 2009 Winter magazine 11.98
Finally issue number two of Forgotten Path, one of the very few metal mags going that's focussed almost exclusively on the grim, the kvlt and the obskure. This long in the works issue features a handful of faves, as well as a whole mess of new-to-us groups that will no doubt require further investigation.
1349, Abigor, Skyforger, Angantyrm, Besatt, Blood Stained Dusk, Chthonic from Taiwan, Impiety, Hekel, Berserk, Fearbringer, should be enough for most metalheads, but then there's Pagan Heritage, Har Shatan, Paroxysmal Descent, Black Messiah, Argus Megere, Argharus, Niroth, Linvsnekad, Elhaz, Hellbox, Bloodthirst, Krater, Thygrim and more!
Super thick, glossy cover, tons of reviews too (300+ of shows, records, festivals) and of course as with all things grim and kvlt, it's LIMITED, each copy hand numbered!

GREY MACHINE Vultures Descend (Hydrahead) 12" 13.98
The long awaited debut from Grey Machine, the collaborative beast featuring Justin Broadrick of Jesu, and Aaron Turner from Isis, just two songs, it's a teaser for the forthcoming full length, the A side a track from the record, the B side an exclusive remix available only on this here 12".
So what exactly does Grey Machine sound like? Definitely not as blissy as Jesu, although some of those elements still remain, if anything, it's closer to Godflesh in tone, lumbering and industrial, wish some surprising bits of modern electronic music (dubstep!) which manage to be deftly woven into GM's sound without sticking out or sounding forced.
The track from the forthcoming full length is a monster for sure. A wild cacophonous chaotic noise jam, that features crunchy post industrial rhythms wrapped around a thick blown out blast of dubstep style bass, the vocals fuzzy and lo-fi buried way down in the mix, some woozy dark descending riffage, the timbre prickly and abrasive, but beneath all the churning and roiling heaviness (and it IS heavy) are some awesomely melodic guitar lines and some tripped out spacerock FX draped over the almost jungle bass and drums (or should we say drum + bass).
The B-side is a super stripped down dubbed out groove, tons of space, the beats spare and skeletal, rubbery and bassy, over the top of some howled distorted vox (a la Godflesh), in the background streaks of guitar buzz, blurred bits of droning ambience, all sorts of space-y effects, the track pounds away, drifting through little clouds of blissed out crunch and more of those seriously bassbin destroying, thick buzz drenched dubsteppy basslines. Super cool. Bodes well for the full length!
Old school 12" style packaging. Black vinyl, no labels, plain white sleeve, with a black and white sticker affixed to the front. And of course, LIMITED!

HARVEY MILK Anthem (Chunklet) 2 x dvd 18.98
Well, this is bound to either piss people off, or get them psyched beyond all belief. Which is pretty much what Harvey Milk's music generally does anyway, so maybe that's just how this all was meant to go down.
Originally released about three years ago, THAT Anthem consisted of a dvd (included here) and a 3" cd (NOT included here). But in place of the missing cd, there's a brand spanking new SECOND dvd, this one, features two unreleased shows, one, the final show with old drummer Paul Trudeau, opening for the Melvins in 2006, the other from 2005, both pro shot, multiple cameras, the sound is stellar, the songs, of course RULE, there are apparently some hidden Easter eggs with some extra super secret bonus materials (the band performing their Special Wishes record in its entirety?), but we have yet to find them.
So HM freeks, you'll of course need to buy Anthem again, and newbies, don't blow it, this is limited to 500 copies, and features updated fancy shmancy Stephen O'Malley die cut sleeve, and revamped liner notes from Chunklet head honcho and long time HM champion Henry Owings. So here's what we had to say about the original Anthem, which was an aQ Record Of The Week:
So it took the rest of the world a while to catch on. Don't be too hard on them. Harvey Milk are one difficult proposition. Don't blame us though. We've been there all along trying to convince everybody just how brilliant this bafflingly bizarre sludge combo really was. Andee even reissued their seminal Courtesy And Good Will Toward Men album on his tUMULt label (later scooped up by Relapse). And don't blame Henry at Chunklet, the man responsible for this here document. In fact he was right there every step of the way, a one man Harvey Milk archivist and booster club. And of course we don't blame you, loyal AQ list readers, cuz we know you feel the same way we do, you just can't get enough of Harvey Milk's pummeling, crushing, obtuse and confusional heaviness. Well for you, and for us, and for the heavy music lovers of the world who have yet to discover the difficult joy of Harvey Milk, life is is about to get a whole lot sweeter.
Because of THIS. Four long years in the making, and it was worth every single second. Most of us who dig Harvey Milk, even those of us who might go so far as to say we are obsessed, never actually got to see the band play live back in the day. And this three and a half hour DVD collection of live shows spanning over 12 years is just as much a revelation as we knew it would be.
From super grainy early live footage, when the band was much more of a punk rock, Touch And Go / AmRep sort of beast, you can, out of the corner of your eye, see the sludginess and fuckedupness creep up through the music, slowly and subtly infusing every song and sound with some ineffable something, that helped turn Harvey Milk into a band that sounded unlike any other band, then or now. Theirs was a career trajectory based entirely on getting weirder and sludgier and more obtuse and WAY more difficult and fucked up, a bit like the Melvins, but without the unexpected mainstream success and major label deal. Harvey Milk also unexpectedly shifted gears for a while, letting their ZZ Top obsession take control, and becoming impossibly groovy and rocking, which only lasted a single record before the band returned EVEN MORE damaged and slow and brutal, as if that was even possible.
The band look so unassuming, frontman Creston Spiers just an every day Joe until he opens his mouth and unleashes that impossible low banshee-like howl, bass player Stephen Tanner, with his weird, fey, Doogie Howser look, goofy smile and even goofier sexy hip swivel. And the drums, the drummers... Harvey Milk's songs are so full of space, so slow and stretched out, the drums are often the only thing holding the songs together. Whether they are shuffling in the background, or pounding out a massive slow motion throb, it's the drums that allow the guitars to spin off into space and the songs to unfurl into confusing super spacious epics.
Probably the most amazing part of the disc is when Creston wields a sledgehammer, pounding an anvil in time with the downtuned bass and pounding drums, while howling in that anguished banshee wail of his. Normally it would be weird to see a band set-up like that -- bass, drums and sledgehammer -- but somehow, for Harvey Milk it seems perfect. Creston swaying back and forth, cradling the hammer like it was a guitar, while the band pounds out a sludgy dirge behind him. So good! Woven in to the older material are plenty of long slow drawn out moody post rockisms, with drifting simple mournful melodies, and mumbled crooned vocals that eventually build into the epic whirls of swirling sludge we hold so near and dear to our hearts.
The biggest surprise here is how much footage there is from the band's "ZZ Top period," a stretch that on record only lasted a single album, but live seemed to have spanned several years. A wild and hair twirling, head banging super groovy sort-of-Southern rock with howled and yelped superrock vocals, less obviously sludgy, but still ultra heavy. This was never really a favorite sound for lots of Milk fans (although it is Allan's favorite) but seeing these songs performed live is enough to convince us that maybe we were WAY off and this stuff is some of the best Harvey Milk EVER!!!
It sounds like southern rock filtered through the Melvins. Or Ram Jam played by Corrupted. It's just so awesome to watch with drummer Kyle Spence's massive Bonham-esque kit (complete with Bonham's logo on the bass drum head) a huge gong, just tearing it up Bill Ward style holding the whole thing together... And because of the film stock and the sound and the style, it's almost feels like watching some recently unearthed German television footage of some ultra heavy long lost proto metal band from the seventies, they even whip out a little "Pinball Wizard"!! Maybe we just weren't in the right frame of mind when it first came out, but now without a doubt that record utterly kicks our asses now!
After that, the band sort of drifted off and disappeared, before resurfacing in 2005, as a much grungier, hairier looking Milk, all jeans and long hair and Voivod t-shirts, and they sound like it too. A return to the impossibly glacial dirge of Courtesy, but even heavier and somehow more even more fucked up sounding. Like Sabbath at 16rpm, massive lumbering, blown out sludgerock divinity. How many ways can we say it. WE LOVE HARVEY MILK!!! THEY ARE WITHOUT A DOUBT ONE OF THE GREATEST BANDS OF THE LAST 20 YEARS!!
There's also a DVD Easter egg (thanks Jace!): just go to the credits menu and push up until "40 Watt '93" is highlighted, for some footage from an April Fool's show where the band tackle three R.E.M. covers, taken from a show where the band covered R.E.M.'s Reckoning in its entirety. Seriously! (They also once did a whole set of Hank Williams covers, let's pray someone has a tape of that stashed!) It's pretty dang cool to see one generation of Athens rock take on another. And they don't really sludge it up all that much, playing 'em pretty straight, but managing to make them -almost- sound like Harvey Milk originals!
And of course the packaging is breathtaking. Designed by Stephen O'Malley and Henry Chunklet, it's a gorgeous oversized DVD style, fold over interlocking cardstock sleeve, blue and black (the new version), with O'Malley's instantly recognizable graphic shards in gold, the title in embossed reflective metallic gold foil, inside copious liner notes from Henry printed in black on brown, the back has an angular H and M diecut, through which you can see the inside sleeve, a brown folded cardstock gatefold with silver metallic ink which houses both DVDs affixed to the inside on little nubs. So awesome!
LIMITED TO 500 COPIES!!!!

HARVEY MILK Life... The Best Game In Town (Hydrahead) 2lp 30.00
Finally available on vinyl, Harvey Milk's most recent opus, and here it gets the totally over the top, deluxe Hydra Head double lp vinyl treatment. Anyone who got one of the Xasthur All Reflections Drained lps knows just what we're talking about.
Obscenely heavy gatefold sleeve, full color eye popping design, pressed on 180 gram vinyl, in a range of colors from caramel swirl to white/purple haze to silt (DO NOT ask for a specific color, they are pulled at random, ands they're all cool, so you win however the colors may fall!), printed inner sleeve, with a sticker on the outside plastic sleeve. Which all wouldn't mean shit if this weren't one of the heaviest most beautifully crushing records ever, but thankfully, IT IS.
It's weird to think that there was a time when it was practically impossible to get a Harvey Milk record. We spent ages trying to track down any information about these guys, looking for their Courtesy And Good Will lp, trying to decipher the mystery of the My Love Is Higher album cover. A random sequence of events led to Andee reissuing Courtesy on tUMULt, which was later snapped up by Relapse. And after that, things started to snowball, singles collections, reissues, and lo and behold a new album, the band back together again, and touring! Finally taking their rightful place at the head of the heavy rock table where they always belonged. Only now, they're the elder statesmen instead of the young upstarts. But hell, they still sound way heavier and more alive than any of the current crop of heavies. And this brand new disc just seals the deal.
And as if the band weren't heavy enough, they've added Mr, Joe Preston (Thrones/Melvins) to the group. And the results are pretty stellar. Not only do the band still crush and destroy (they couldn't really get any heavier, could they?) but they're even more melodic. In some strange twist, they seem to have melded the classic rock tendencies of Pleaser era Milk, with the infuriatingly and brilliantly repetitive dirge of Courtesy, creating something both epic and catchy, hooky and heavy, and insanely obtuse and difficult.
The opening track begins with Creston singing in a delicate falsetto, over simple strummed guitar, and then the bomb drops, and the band explode into some post-Melvins, post-Killdozer dirgey crawl, but even at their most sludgiest, they still manage to sound incredible. It's like some pop band got flayed alive and shoved in a bubbling tar pit. Only to emerge a stumbling lurching dripping beast. Epic grinding riffage and classic rock leads give way to an extended chugscape, over and over and over, the vocals suddenly sounding all Gibby-like, the guitar so distorted it crumbles and falls like sodden chunks through the grill of your speaker, until the very end when the vocals transform into a line from the Beatles' "A Day In The Life", and then they finish off with their own version of -that- famous chord. What the fuck?
The next track begins all Led Zep, huge booming drums, until in swings the riff, and vocalist Creston Spiers wounded howl. Then there's "After All I've Done For You" a super dense tangled riffscape that recalls Don Caballero or Bastro, with it's furious mathiness, but it is Harvey Milk, so it of course mutates into a slow motion doomdirge complete with fucked up backwards production.
Our favorite track might be "Motown", with it's soaring melody, and super hooky main riff. A total pop classic albeit one bathed in guitar crunch, and delivered in a feral croon. Some killer leads seal the deal, and some almost Eagles like guitar harmonies. Then there's "Roses", which begins all gentle piano, and guitar harmonics, and Creston's plaintive warble, before slipping into something a little sludgier and sloooooooooooow. Very Courtesy sounding for sure. Near the end, "Barn Burner explodes into another frenzy of mathy riffage, proving again that HM are not a slow motion one trick pony. But it's not just a riff fest, there are some gorgeous harmonies, and some amazing guitar playing going on.
Finally the band finish off with a bang. The nearly nine minute "Good Bye Blues", an impossible slow trudge, peppered with little jagged chunks of riff, plenty of space, stop start weirdness, an almost classic rock sounding bridge, all tangled soaring leads and manic drumming, only to slip back into epic dirgery, and finishing off with a goofy little burst of 'Milked polka and a big Gong Show goooooong. Irreverent, goofy, funny, but somehow still deadly serious, musically merciless, creating epic skull crushing doomscapes one second, whispered balladry the next, and fucked up mathy what-the-fuck the very next, and thus remaining still, without a doubt, one of the best bands in the world.
How can you not love Harvey Milk?! You can't. You just can't. So buy this. It's probably the best record you'll buy this year, and for lots of you, it will immediately become the best record you own. All hail the Milk!
MPEG Stream: "Death Goes To The Winner"
MPEG Stream: "Decades"
MPEG Stream: "Skull Socks & Rope Shoes"

HEAVEN & HELL The Devil You Know (Rhino) cd 17.98
In keeping with the duality within this band's name, there's probably two sorts of people reading this review. There are those who are dedicated fans, familiar with the latter-day Black Sabbath saga, awaiting this album with eager anticipation. And then there's those who need to be told that Heaven & Hell IS Black Sabbath, in all but name - hence this album's title, The Devil You Know. For the latter folks, we'll help 'em get with the program by explaining that this so-called Heaven And Hell band is the Black Sabbath lineup - Ronnie James Dio on vocals, Tony Iommi on guitar, Geezer Butler on bass, and Vinnie Appice on drums - that last appeared on a studio album seventeen (!) years ago: 1992's Dehumanizer, which in hindsight was a pretty good record. Dio of course was original Sabbath vocalist Ozzy Osbourne's replacement in the band, joining up in 1980 for the Heaven and Hell album (natch), followed by Mob Rules and Live Evil. He then quit for a solo career, and Sabbath's fortunes soon declined... a decade later, Dehumanizer was a short lived reunion, scuttled when Sabbath sans Dio agreed to open for Ozzy's so-called "retirement" show... Ozzy obviously didn't ever retire, and eventually rejoined Sabbath himself, for several successful tours - but no new studio album. And it seemed that there never would be another Sabbath album... until now, though it's not called Sabbath! Getting restless just going around doing "Paranoid" and "Iron Man" with a doddering Ozzy, recently Tony and Geezer were lucky to persuade Dio to let bygones be bygones and get back together with his old Sabbath mates for a tour and live album under this new name (Black Sabbath with Ozzy remaining on some sort of official hiatus we suppose).
We saw 'em play in San Jose and good grief, for a 66 year old frontman, Dio was AMAZING. Full of energy and as impressive/expressive/excessive vocally as ever. It's no wonder that inspired by their touring, these senior citizens (well perhaps Vinnie isn't quite so old) answered the prayers of Dio/Sabbath fans everywhere and recorded a brand new album! (Now the first batch of people referred to at the top of this review can tune back in.)
The truth is, we sorta had low expectations for this. As good as they were live doing old classic tracks, could they really write a worthy new record? The 3 new Dio-fronted studio tunes that were included as a bonus on Sabbath's The Dio Years anthology in 2007 were kind of weak, though they sounded better in concert, we must admit. And many a venerable band has stumbled when a long-awaited reunion album has finally happened (The Stooges being a good, or rather bad, example).
So we were pleasantly surprised to find, when we finally heard it, that The Devil You Know was actually pretty darn good! Great, even. Apparently they took their time and did this right, with serious intent. They didn't try to modernize their sound, nor is it a half-assed cash-in, they simply did what they know best how to do - heck, what they invented. EPIC DOOM METAL. No, it's not the equal of Heaven and Hell or Mob Rules, but who could expect that? It IS at least as good or maybe better than Dehumanizer, and certainly blows any other attempt at epic doom you're gonna hear this year out of the castle moat. How could it not? It's Tony Iommi and Geezer Butler and Ronnie James effin' Dio!! (Too bad for Candlemass that they just put out a new album, too... but they'd probably even agree.)
From the very first song, the lumbering "Atom And Evil", you'll hear this is firmly in their own grand tradition. Dio era Sabbath lives! The wizardly elfin one's vocals are mighty and majestic, Tony's guitar tone sounds straight from the '70s, he and Geezer offering up surging heaviosity o'er which Dio weaves his vocal spell, with portentous lyrics to match the dark doominess of much of the music. Not that it's all a dirge, they rock out plenty too, maybe too much so on "Rock N' Roll Angel", though you gotta love it that there's still a band who'd write a song with a (non-ironic) title like that. Tony gets in some choice solos, and his regal riffage leaves his "riffmaster" reputation unblemished, although what may be more memorable are the melodies of Dio's vocal lines. Possessed by the phantoms of past glories, this is, wonderfully so.
While the debate among Sabbath fans over the relative merits of the band's various vocalists will forever rage (similar to the debate over who's the best James Bond), what's certain is that in the here and now, the ancient yet ageless one known as Dio is clearly the superior, only choice for Sabbath frontman. Can't imagine them making anything as remotely as solid as this if they'd tried it with Ozzy! Celebrity/corporate crapola would ruin it... plus Ozzy's voice these days seems almost entirely computerized. Also, for these guys, it'll never be 1971 again. But 1981, via 1992, is a lot easier to conjure. Dio's still got it, and with him, they truly "click". He'll tell you himself, that despite his many years solo and with other groups, Rainbow, Elf, going back to Ronnie And The Redcaps in 1959, Black Sabbath is THE best band for him.
Who knows if Heaven & Hell aka Black Sabbath will ever make another album (did we mention Dio is pushing 70 years old?), but if they don't, this one is a proud ending to an illustrious career, a classy comeback and/or grand finale, upholding (reinstating?) their legacy indeed.
MPEG Stream: "Bible Black"
MPEG Stream: "The Turn Of The Screw"

HEAVEN & HELL The Devil You Know (Rhino) 2lp 29.00
In keeping with the duality within this band's name, there's probably two sorts of people reading this review. There are those who are dedicated fans, familiar with the latter-day Black Sabbath saga, awaiting this album with eager anticipation. And then there's those who need to be told that Heaven & Hell IS Black Sabbath, in all but name - hence this album's title, The Devil You Know. For the latter folks, we'll help 'em get with the program by explaining that this so-called Heaven And Hell band is the Black Sabbath lineup - Ronnie James Dio on vocals, Tony Iommi on guitar, Geezer Butler on bass, and Vinnie Appice on drums - that last appeared on a studio album seventeen (!) years ago: 1992's Dehumanizer, which in hindsight was a pretty good record. Dio of course was original Sabbath vocalist Ozzy Osbourne's replacement in the band, joining up in 1980 for the Heaven and Hell album (natch), followed by Mob Rules and Live Evil. He then quit for a solo career, and Sabbath's fortunes soon declined... a decade later, Dehumanizer was a short lived reunion, scuttled when Sabbath sans Dio agreed to open for Ozzy's so-called "retirement" show... Ozzy obviously didn't ever retire, and eventually rejoined Sabbath himself, for several successful tours - but no new studio album. And it seemed that there never would be another Sabbath album... until now, though it's not called Sabbath! Getting restless just going around doing "Paranoid" and "Iron Man" with a doddering Ozzy, recently Tony and Geezer were lucky to persuade Dio to let bygones be bygones and get back together with his old Sabbath mates for a tour and live album under this new name (Black Sabbath with Ozzy remaining on some sort of official hiatus we suppose).
We saw 'em play in San Jose and good grief, for a 66 year old frontman, Dio was AMAZING. Full of energy and as impressive/expressive/excessive vocally as ever. It's no wonder that inspired by their touring, these senior citizens (well perhaps Vinnie isn't quite so old) answered the prayers of Dio/Sabbath fans everywhere and recorded a brand new album! (Now the first batch of people referred to at the top of this review can tune back in.)
The truth is, we sorta had low expectations for this. As good as they were live doing old classic tracks, could they really write a worthy new record? The 3 new Dio-fronted studio tunes that were included as a bonus on Sabbath's The Dio Years anthology in 2007 were kind of weak, though they sounded better in concert, we must admit. And many a venerable band has stumbled when a long-awaited reunion album has finally happened (The Stooges being a good, or rather bad, example).
So we were pleasantly surprised to find, when we finally heard it, that The Devil You Know was actually pretty darn good! Great, even. Apparently they took their time and did this right, with serious intent. They didn't try to modernize their sound, nor is it a half-assed cash-in, they simply did what they know best how to do - heck, what they invented. EPIC DOOM METAL. No, it's not the equal of Heaven and Hell or Mob Rules, but who could expect that? It IS at least as good or maybe better than Dehumanizer, and certainly blows any other attempt at epic doom you're gonna hear this year out of the castle moat. How could it not? It's Tony Iommi and Geezer Butler and Ronnie James effin' Dio!! (Too bad for Candlemass that they just put out a new album, too... but they'd probably even agree.)
From the very first song, the lumbering "Atom And Evil", you'll hear this is firmly in their own grand tradition. Dio era Sabbath lives! The wizardly elfin one's vocals are mighty and majestic, Tony's guitar tone sounds straight from the '70s, he and Geezer offering up surging heaviosity o'er which Dio weaves his vocal spell, with portentous lyrics to match the dark doominess of much of the music. Not that it's all a dirge, they rock out plenty too, maybe too much so on "Rock N' Roll Angel", though you gotta love it that there's still a band who'd write a song with a (non-ironic) title like that. Tony gets in some choice solos, and his regal riffage leaves his "riffmaster" reputation unblemished, although what may be more memorable are the melodies of Dio's vocal lines. Possessed by the phantoms of past glories, this is, wonderfully so.
While the debate among Sabbath fans over the relative merits of the band's various vocalists will forever rage (similar to the debate over who's the best James Bond), what's certain is that in the here and now, the ancient yet ageless one known as Dio is clearly the superior, only choice for Sabbath frontman. Can't imagine them making anything as remotely as solid as this if they'd tried it with Ozzy! Celebrity/corporate crapola would ruin it... plus Ozzy's voice these days seems almost entirely computerized. Also, for these guys, it'll never be 1971 again. But 1981, via 1992, is a lot easier to conjure. Dio's still got it, and with him, they truly "click". He'll tell you himself, that despite his many years solo and with other groups, Rainbow, Elf, going back to Ronnie And The Redcaps in 1959, Black Sabbath is THE best band for him.
Who knows if Heaven & Hell aka Black Sabbath will ever make another album (did we mention Dio is pushing 70 years old?), but if they don't, this one is a proud ending to an illustrious career, a classy comeback and/or grand finale, upholding (reinstating?) their legacy indeed.
MPEG Stream: "Bible Black"
MPEG Stream: "The Turn Of The Screw"

HTRK Marry Me Tonight (Blast First Petite) cd 17.98
When was the last time anyone made a Sisters Of Mercy reference and meant it as a wholehearted compliment? Well, that's definitely the case for HTRK (pronounced Haterock, FYI) as this Melbourne trio adopts a bleaker than black stance through their psychosexual dirges. With slinky Goth basslines, ghostly coldwave electronics, and skeletal slow-mo drum machine pulses, HTRK's arrangements mirror those that the Sisters Of Mercy produced for The Reptile House EP (which found them at their slowest, creepiest, and most anti-pop). But instead of Andrew Eldritch and his affected baritone, the singer for HTRK is Jonnine Clementine Standish whose comatose droning is seductive and compelling in its own right. She adopts the roles as the co-dependent, the broken-hearted, the addicted, the master, the servant, and the lonely, all delivered in Lydia Lunch's "I Fell In Love With A Ghost" dispassionate, zombified mantra. On the track "Rent Boy", Standish breaks out of that montone delivery, bellowing this dark ballad that comes across more like PJ Harvey than before. We have to wonder if the title is a reference to the These Immortal Souls track "Marry Me," penned by the former Birthday Party guitarist Roland S. Howard who happens to have produced this record and has sprinkled his narcotized swamp rock guitar throughout. No matter if it is or if it isn't, Howard's voodoo production for HTRK certainly gives them that Birthday Party feel. Great, very dark stuff for sure!
MPEG Stream: "Ha"
MPEG Stream: "Rent Boy"
MPEG Stream: "Fascinator"

INNER SPACE, THE Agilok & Blubbo (Wah Wah) lp 30.00
NOW IN STOCK ON VINYL!
This is one of those records that we always thought we were just going to hear about and be teased by a song or two on a rare compilation but never actually get to hear all of. So it was with total excitement when we saw that this pre-CAN album recorded as a soundtrack to a film that never came out (how come those are always the best!) is finally seeing the light of day. And what a tripped out, acid soaked, free-pop-jazz-rock odyssey it is! Recorded in 1968 by a lineup that included Irmin Schmidt, Holger Czukay and Jaki Liebezeit who a year later would make their debut as Can with the release of Monster Movie. Listening to these sounds one for sure can start to hear the seeds of what would become Krautrock legend, but this also shows a much more fried, disjointed and mind altering side to these way ahead of their time music makers. While mostly an instrumental affair that at times reminds us of the equally colorful and fucked up Jean Claude Vannier concept album L'Enfant Assassin Des Mouches, there are a few tracks which have vocals courtesy of Irmin Schmidt, but the true show stopper is when Rosy Rosy, a film actress in Germany at the time takes to the mic for "Kamerasong" a track we imagine folks like Broadcast and Stereolab have played on repeat a billion times (like we have!). While a few tracks like that do show and hint at the more melodic, song based side of Can that would emerge brightly on records like Ege Bamyasi and Tago Mago, lots of Agilok & Blubbo is much more about sprawling, scrappy, tripped out and fucked up delight that modern day colorful noise makers like Kemialliset Ystavat and Sunburned Hand Of The Man would drop their jaws in awe and take notes as they listened. What makes the record so enjoyable is how its paced, just when things have gotten way deconstructed and abstract they snap into more of a catchy, driving melody and then continue on in more bizarre and outer dimensions. Warped, damaged and engaging in all the right ways!
MPEG Stream: "Es Zieht Herauf"
MPEG Stream: "Kamerasong"
MPEG Stream: "Michele Ist Da"

INTELLIGENCE, THE Fake Surfers (In The Red) cd 13.98
To the list of lo-fi noise popping shit gazing garage rockers, Thee Ohsees, Mayyors, Psychedelic Horseshit, Times New Viking, Blank Dogs, Wavves, and the like, you can now add the Intelligence. We've seen some live footage of these guys on YouTube, and they kick up a pretty crazy racket, but on record, they're much more subdued and trippy, crafting dark brooding echoey gloom pop, with muted drumming, soft focus jagged guitar crunch, woozy weary vocals, everything surrounded by a haze of delay and tape hiss and amp buzz, positioning these guys closer to groups like Ariel Pink, Holy Shit, and the like, but then when you think you have 'em pegged, they kick out a surfy, groovy hand clappy jam, that sounds surprisingly like "Walking On The Sun" by Smashmouth (we know, we know, but it's true!) although somehow in their hands it sounds WAY cooler. Crunchy guitars, distorted vox, big booming drums, clanging and chiming chords, warm whirring organ, it's also the closest the Intelligence get to sounding like Thee Ohsees weirdly enough. The rest of the record is a much more twisted lo-fi jangly proposition, with many of the songs sounding like creepy sixties garage rock (Fuzztones?) or skiffle-ly reverbed soft pop, but even then, the songs sound fragmented and twisted, with circusy keyboards adding a definite haunting vibe, and some really odd, but oddly catchy hooks. Acoustic guitars, rubbery basslines, trashy practice space drums, and weary deadpan vocals, all woven into some cool, laid back garage jangle, occasionally exploding into a bit of pounding crunch chug, but usually slipping back into something more washed out and groovy.
Not sure what it is, but we just can't stop listening to this. Which is pretty much the best recommendation we can give...
MPEG Stream: "South Bay Surfers"
MPEG Stream: "Tower"
MPEG Stream: "Fuck Eat Skull"

INTELLIGENCE, THE Fake Surfers (In The Red) lp 10.98
To the list of lo-fi noise popping shit gazing garage rockers, Thee Ohsees, Mayyors, Psychedelic Horseshit, Times New Viking, Blank Dogs, Wavves, and the like, you can now add the Intelligence. We've seen some live footage of these guys on YouTube, and they kick up a pretty crazy racket, but on record, they're much more subdued and trippy, crafting dark brooding echoey gloom pop, with muted drumming, soft focus jagged guitar crunch, woozy weary vocals, everything surrounded by a haze of delay and tape hiss and amp buzz, positioning these guys closer to groups like Ariel Pink, Holy Shit, and the like, but then when you think you have 'em pegged, they kick out a surfy, groovy hand clappy jam, that sounds surprisingly like "Walking On The Sun" by Smashmouth (we know, we know, but it's true!) although somehow in their hands it sounds WAY cooler. Crunchy guitars, distorted vox, big booming drums, clanging and chiming chords, warm whirring organ, it's also the closest the Intelligence get to sounding like Thee Ohsees weirdly enough. The rest of the record is a much more twisted lo-fi jangly proposition, with many of the songs sounding like creepy sixties garage rock (Fuzztones?) or skiffle-ly reverbed soft pop, but even then, the songs sound fragmented and twisted, with circusy keyboards adding a definite haunting vibe, and some really odd, but oddly catchy hooks. Acoustic guitars, rubbery basslines, trashy practice space drums, and weary deadpan vocals, all woven into some cool, laid back garage jangle, occasionally exploding into a bit of pounding crunch chug, but usually slipping back into something more washed out and groovy.
Not sure what it is, but we just can't stop listening to this. Which is pretty much the best recommendation we can give...
MPEG Stream: "South Bay Surfers"
MPEG Stream: "Tower"
MPEG Stream: "Fuck Eat Skull"

IRON AND WINE Around The Well (Sub Pop) 2cd 14.98
Seeing Iron And Wine perform live in the store recently was a revelation. We've long been huge fans of Sam Beam and his gorgeous hushed country folk (and even the later, more ramped up, full band sound), but seeing him play live, with just an acoustic guitar, and hearing the SOUND he conjured all by his lonesome, was totally breathtaking, impossibly lush and expansive, while remaining totally whispery and intimate, intricate fingerpicked guitar that didn't sound intricate, and his voice, so warm and soothing and almost angelic, and of course the songs, totally lovely and captivating and emotional and moving (we spied at least one person in the crowd and the I&W instore fighting back tears!).
Around The Well is a collection of odds and ends, B-sides, unreleased tracks, radio sessions, live performances and coolest of all, a whole bunch of unlikely covers. The songs throughout tend more toward his earlier stripped down, guy-and-his-guitar sound, which as far as we're concerned is what we like the best, it does seem to be in some sort of chronological order, as by the end of the second disc, Beam is joined by a full band, and while still stripped down, the songs are kitted out with bass and piano and even drums here and there (featuring Joey Burns of Calexico).
Not sure what to say about Iron And Wine that we haven't already. Check the multitude of gushing reviews on the aQ site, listen to the sound samples, Iron And Wine are just amazing. Beam creates some of the most moving, achingly heartfelt modern country folk we've ever heard, his voice is magic, his guitar playing sublime, even here, on what amounts to a collection of songs that didn't make it on the records proper, there's not a bad one in the bunch. And the above mentioned covers, Postal Service, Flaming Lips, New Order, even Stereolab, Beam totally makes them his own, folks not familiar with the originals would certainly be forgiven for assuming they were I&W originals.
It says a lot that a singles / B-sides comp holds up to an artist's records proper, but Around The Well certainly does, lately we find ourselves digging this as much as The Creek Drank The Cradle, the debut record that started it all. Like all Iron And wine, so very recommended. The triple vinyl version includes a download coupon for mp3s of all the tracks, by the way.
MPEG Stream: "Dearest Forsaken"
MPEG Stream: "Peng!"
MPEG Stream: "Waitin' For A Superman"
MPEG Stream: "Such Great Heights"

IRON AND WINE Around The Well (Sub Pop) 3lp 23.00
Seeing Iron And Wine perform live in the store recently was a revelation. We've long been huge fans of Sam Beam and his gorgeous hushed country folk (and even the later, more ramped up, full band sound), but seeing him play live, with just an acoustic guitar, and hearing the SOUND he conjured all by his lonesome, was totally breathtaking, impossibly lush and expansive, while remaining totally whispery and intimate, intricate fingerpicked guitar that didn't sound intricate, and his voice, so warm and soothing and almost angelic, and of course the songs, totally lovely and captivating and emotional and moving (we spied at least one person in the crowd and the I&W instore fighting back tears!).
Around The Well is a collection of odds and ends, B-sides, unreleased tracks, radio sessions, live performances and coolest of all, a whole bunch of unlikely covers. The songs throughout tend more toward his earlier stripped down, guy-and-his-guitar sound, which as far as we're concerned is what we like the best, it does seem to be in some sort of chronological order, as by the end of the second disc, Beam is joined by a full band, and while still stripped down, the songs are kitted out with bass and piano and even drums here and there (featuring Joey Burns of Calexico).
Not sure what to say about Iron And Wine that we haven't already. Check the multitude of gushing reviews on the aQ site, listen to the sound samples, Iron And Wine are just amazing. Beam creates some of the most moving, achingly heartfelt modern country folk we've ever heard, his voice is magic, his guitar playing sublime, even here, on what amounts to a collection of songs that didn't make it on the records proper, there's not a bad one in the bunch. And the above mentioned covers, Postal Service, Flaming Lips, New Order, even Stereolab, Beam totally makes them his own, folks not familiar with the originals would certainly be forgiven for assuming they were I&W originals.
It says a lot that a singles / B-sides comp holds up to an artist's records proper, but Around The Well certainly does, lately we find ourselves digging this as much as The Creek Drank The Cradle, the debut record that started it all. Like all Iron And wine, so very recommended. The triple vinyl version includes a download coupon for mp3s of all the tracks, by the way.
MPEG Stream: "Dearest Forsaken"
MPEG Stream: "Peng!"
MPEG Stream: "Waitin' For A Superman"
MPEG Stream: "Such Great Heights"

IRR. APP. (EXT.) Kreiselwelle (The Helen Scarsdale Agency) cd 14.98
Kreiselwelle is the conclusion to a superb trilogy from irr. app. (ext.) who used the words, philosophies, and eccentricities of Wilhelm Reich as the springboard into a realm of post-Surrealist, post-industrialist, post-drone arena of sound design. While a prominent European psychoanalyst, whose ideas could be seen as an occasional counterpoint to those of Freud, Reich may be best known for his parascientific research into Orgone energy, which he claimed was central and unifying force of life throughout the universe. Much of this latter research has been discredited and unfortunately shed a cloud of incredulity upon his psychoanalytic work. While Reich's claims of cloud-busting and orgone therapy offer particularly strong metaphors, M.S. Waldron - the principle architect to irr. app. (ext.) - has looked more to the psychological aspects of Reich's work. Kreiselwelle translates from the German as spiral wave or gyroscopic wave, and points to the similarities which Reich had noted in the structures of microscopic organisms, turbulent wave patterns, and spiral-arm galaxies.
Through this trilogy (which also includes Ozeanische Gefuhle and Cosmic Superimposition), Waldron mirrors Reich's early cosmology through a compositional fluidity that alludes to contemporary drone fascination, constructed through overlapping collages, occluded field recordings, sustained tones from atypical instruments, and crosshatched synthetic noises. All three of these albums were sourced from the same set of field recordings, but each detours into its own particular wandering. Kreiselwelle begins with a very slow hypnotic strum across a detuned guitar with liquid tactility and a warped distance buzz filling in the gaps. Grand sweeps of slashing drones that could originate from an echoing chainsaw deep in the woods forms an unlikely crescendo with sympathetic tones, only to collapse into the softened white noise of cars passing by. Soon after, a rhythmic tapping of agitated electronics forms a motorik rhythm against the tapestry of audio fluidity, with all of the electro-shock bursts of a tesla coil. This in turn morphs into a cauldron of slow locomotive rumbling, which beget one of many glassine drones that float throughout Kreiselwelle. For fans of any of work of Nurse With Wound (after all Mr. Waldron is in the NWW touring ensemble!), H.N.A.S., and the more esoteric recordings of Organum; and certainly of note for those of you taken by Dead Letters Spell Out Dead Words, Xela, Svarte Greiner, Expo '70, Emeralds, or any of the darker, weirder, more fucked-up drone ensembles of recent days. Very highly recommended!
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ITHDABQUTH QLIPHOTH Funeral Spirit Of Holy, Holy And Holy Tranceformation (Tormented Whores Of Da'ath / Res Adversae Productions) cd ep 12.98
The return of a new favorite, Russian black metal outfit Ithdabquth Qliphoth, deliver a 20 minute black okkult ritual, following up their Fyre Walk With Me full length which has been pretty much impossible to keep in stock. It seems this duo has shed a member and is now solely the work of the oddly named AL-LA-ShT-ORR, who is also responsible for the Cadaver Yelleth At Amber Tower cd reviewed elsewhere on this list (does this guy have a way with names or what!).
So how to follow up a confusional collection of far out fractured black metal weirdness and buzzing blown out black ambience? why with the even more oddly titled "Funeral Spirit Of Holy, Holy And Holy Tranceformation", a single twenty minute epic, which begins as a thick churning chunk of grinding low end, what could be super distorted martial drumming, or maybe just thick blackened static, whatever it is, it's intense and dense and in its fluctuations creates a sort of incidental rhythm. Eventually sampled vocals join the fray, as do little bursts of static, the track transformed into some industrial black creep. Soon soaring guitars drift in from the distance, offering washed out chordal buzz and keening feedback, the sound referencing groups like Wolf Eyes and Prurient especially, the pounding and buzzing soon gives way to a mysterious blown out dronescape, of stretched out high end tones, and downtuned rumble, before lurching into something more metallic about the halfway mark, a Burzumy doomic trudge, just crashing drums and WAY up in the mix voKILLS, all held together by a gloomy bass line, and some swirling background ambience, finally the guitars come crashing down, the drums explode into double kick, but instead of black and buzzy, it's moody and mournful like classic old school doom, majestic and epic before everything drops out, and suddenly it's a super minimal shimmer, all muted bass tones, deep reverberating low end, soft barely there chords, spare and abstract and hushed, the sampled voices return again, harmonics pluck out an atonal bell like melody, the rumbles seem to growl and grind, but still muffled and murky, the bells tolling ominously, the melancholy melody leading the song to its eventual end. So creepy and haunting, black and mysterious, otherworldly and magickal. All hail AL-LA-ShT-ORR and his unholy vessel Ithdabquth Qliphoth!!
MPEG Stream: "Funeral Spirit Of Holy, Holy And Holy Tranceformation (excerpt)"

JABLADAV Ambience (self released) cassette 5.98
As we wait for the next Jabladav full length, the ultra brutal Atta Vinter, the band have released this ambient precursor, taking it's cue from the spacier elements of Paysage D'Hiver, but also incorporating plenty of free noise drift, new age shimmer, and abstract kraut-drone.
Unlike past Jabladav ambient missives, the focus here is less on low end, on the rumble and whir and buzz, instead, it's much airier and spacier, tinkling chimes, warm swells of soft focus synths, there are some haunting things happening below, deep bellow thuds, industrial groans and creaks, but they are so far down in the mix as to just add a bit of texture and mystery. Otherwise, the sound is strangely sun dappled, glimmering, shimmering, ethereal and effervescent, and yeah, new age-y, Tangerine Dream, Klaus Schulze, Popol Vuh, David Parsons, the whole first side is slow sprawling expanse of dreamy new age-y shimmer.
The second side slips a bit more into low end, but not rumbling or buzzing, not doom drone or dirge, instead, another warm whirring, lighter than air bit of sonic weightlessness, mesmerizingly tranquil, relaxingly otherworldly, this is the sound of drifting through space, or floating amongst the clouds, sun dappled or moonlit, the sounds on Ambience are a softly shifting soundtrack to leaving your body and exploring the vast expanses of inner, and outer space.
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L'ACEPHALE Stahlhartes Gehause (Parasitic) cd 12.98
It's taken two years, but L'Acephale have finally returned. This Northwestern black metal horde, whose debut was a massive hit around here, after it mysteriously showed up one day, has risen from the murk once again, dragging an army of deacaying flesh with them, hidden from view in the Cascadian forests, the then proceeded to conjure up all manner of sounds and spirits, capturing them only to flay them alive, spread them out beneath a black sun, guts and all, carefully and meticulously crafting the sonic abomination that is this, their second blackened gospel. Another distrubing hybrid of militaristic martial folk, and furious blasting raw blackness, four songs, long songs, the shortest 12 minutes, the longest nearly 25, the opening, a haunting bit of sampled vocals, militaristic percussion, dense drones, haunting chorales, that goes on for nearly six minutes, building the tension, sprawling out like some black military slowly moving machine like toward their next conquest, until finally, the band explode into action, a black cloud of furious buzzing riffage, blasting beats, grunting growling vocals, all wound up into a woozy dizzyingly blasting bit of lurching blackened metal. And then out of nowhere, the buzz and blast drop away, leaving some dark folk, soft strumming, crooned dramatic vocals, moaning violin, the sound definitely reminiscent of Der Blutharsch or Death In June (or perhaps Blood Axis or Waldteufel, seeing as Markus Wolff, one of the drummers, plays in both), gorgeous and languid and darkly haunting, until the rest of the band joins in, splattering the tranquility with chatoc blasts of wild drumming, and more frenetic riffing, finally dropping out, leaving just the sound of wind, and a woman, singing some sort of folks song. Really intense and mysterious. And that's just the first song!
The other three tracks are just as dense and tangled, with sampled soundtracks, to convoluted Deathspell style blackness, laced with haunting acoustic guitars, the band locking into some seriously intense bursts of mathy buzz, languid stretches of string laced dark ambient folk, simple strum, and mournful melodies, soaring epic sounding black doom, majestic and mighty, suoper chaotic black psychedelia whipped into a frenzy and wrapped around a women's chorus, like some fucked up black metal opera, deep lumbering minimal drones, sprawling out endlessly, beneath strange bits of creak and groan, and deep intoned voices, some sort of incantation, creepy bits of piano parlor music, all wrapped up in, and surrounded by, jagged shards of grim frosty blackend buzz.
A seriously twisted and magickal collection of ritualistik black art, a litany of musical blasphemies, as lovely and mysterious as they are hellish and haunting.A black covenent scrawled in flesh and blood, and rendered in pure audial evil.
Incredible packaging, 6 panel digipak, with a massive booklet, which tons of diagrams, photos, lyrics, liner notes, as well as text about the meaning behind each song.
MPEG Stream: "Stahlhartes Gehause"
MPEG Stream: "Psalm Of Misery"

LYTLE, JASON Yours Truly (Anti) cd 15.98
Yes, it's true, Jason Lytle's solo album sounds remarkably like the sprawling yet cozy aural blanket of his old band Grandaddy, but maybe slightly more direct in its approach... and that's a super good thing because many fans were terribly crestfallen when that band decided to call it a day a few years ago. So needless to say, there's much for their devotees and most other folks to love here. Yours Truly is definitely a keeper for any lover of splendid, swirling sun-dappled pop! Unmistakably a descendent of that delicious '70s West Coast soft rock sound, this is a dozen finely crafted pop songs that strike a balance between the intimate and the epic, the warm'n'fuzzy and the glisteningly orchestral, the heart-swellingly bittersweet and the breezily blithe. This is an album that'll gently draw you into its snuggly embrace! Really recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Ghost Of My Old Dog"
MPEG Stream: "Fürget It"
MPEG Stream: "Rollin' Home Alone"

MALKUTH Sefirah Gevurah (Hospital) cd 15.98
It might be a bit misleading to begin this review with "Featuring members of the No Neck Blues Band..." Or maybe not, if anyone is aware of that band's connections to the metal world. Either way, there is no denying that Malkuth is pure metal - evil, overwhelmingly negative sounding black metal at that.
Hailing from New York, Malkuth whip up a frenzied hurricane of hateful unrelenting rage that continues without pause for the whole trip. Considering the band's pedigree, we were surprised at how NOT weird this turned out to be, and quite honestly, it's awesome to have a band that bypasses all the trappings of "experimental" black metal and just fucking goes for the throat, old school style. This is not to say that there aren't any surprises, and Malkuth display a winding melodic (but still super evil) sense that has the metalheads here losing their shit. Maybe it's just that these guys take some of the outside influences that supposedly differentiate many of today's black metal bands - moments of plodding post-rock spaciousness, lumbering doomscapes, etc. - and make them unapologetically black metal. The grating vocals are right out of the book of Darkthrone, while the furious, punkish riffs and straightforward but powerful drumming are surprisingly "true". Keeping with traditions, Malkuth expertly emphasize awesome, pukey sounding guitars, each one contributing perfectly complementary parts to the potent riffage, making it so you don't even give a shit that there is no bass - this IS black metal, remember?
It's always great to have a band seemingly appear out of thin air and pummel you with their world ending fury, especially when they conjure those fundamental elements which made you become obsessed with a certain type of music in the first place. Keeping an eye on the past but no doubt in a world of their own creation, Malkuth take a tried and true approach and make it completely worthwhile and refreshing... if "refreshing" is the word you want to use to describe Sefirah Gevurah. We are just going to go ahead and assume you are like us. In that respect, you may have just stumbled upon one of your new favorite albums.
MPEG Stream: "Shevirat Ha-Zinnorot"
MPEG Stream: "Ayin Le-Ani"

MALKUTH Sefirah Gevurah (Hospital) lp 17.98
It might be a bit misleading to begin this review with "Featuring members of the No Neck Blues Band..." Or maybe not, if anyone is aware of that band's connections to the metal world. Either way, there is no denying that Malkuth is pure metal - evil, overwhelmingly negative sounding black metal at that.
Hailing from New York, Malkuth whip up a frenzied hurricane of hateful unrelenting rage that continues without pause for the whole trip. Considering the band's pedigree, we were surprised at how NOT weird this turned out to be, and quite honestly, it's awesome to have a band that bypasses all the trappings of "experimental" black metal and just fucking goes for the throat, old school style. This is not to say that there aren't any surprises, and Malkuth display a winding melodic (but still super evil) sense that has the metalheads here losing their shit. Maybe it's just that these guys take some of the outside influences that supposedly differentiate many of today's black metal bands - moments of plodding post-rock spaciousness, lumbering doomscapes, etc. - and make them unapologetically black metal. The grating vocals are right out of the book of Darkthrone, while the furious, punkish riffs and straightforward but powerful drumming are surprisingly "true". Keeping with traditions, Malkuth expertly emphasize awesome, pukey sounding guitars, each one contributing perfectly complementary parts to the potent riffage, making it so you don't even give a shit that there is no bass - this IS black metal, remember?
It's always great to have a band seemingly appear out of thin air and pummel you with their world ending fury, especially when they conjure those fundamental elements which made you become obsessed with a certain type of music in the first place. Keeping an eye on the past but no doubt in a world of their own creation, Malkuth take a tried and true approach and make it completely worthwhile and refreshing... if "refreshing" is the word you want to use to describe Sefirah Gevurah. We are just going to go ahead and assume you are like us. In that respect, you may have just stumbled upon one of your new favorite albums.
MPEG Stream: "Shevirat Ha-Zinnorot"
MPEG Stream: "Ayin Le-Ani"

MASTODON Crack The Skye (Relapse) 2lp 49.00
Now on DELUXE Double Vinyl! Deluxe? Yep, super thick gatefold sleeve, "mastered at 45 rpm", pressed in Germany, limited to 2500 copies only. And it comes with a free cd of the album so you don't even have to play the precious vinyl if you don't want. Nice. Here's what we wrote when we recently highlighted the regular cd version:
Regarding Mastodon, here at Aquarius we were fairly early adopters, being pretty into the mathy, very metal metalcore of their first ep and album, which we reviewed quite enthusiastically at the time. But, as their career continued, we got bored and began to lose interest in 'em. Unlike most folks - as of course Mastodon have since gotten quite big. We didn't even review their last album, but when this new one came in (and thence flew out, as it's been selling quite well here already) we eventually gave it a spin and opening track "Oblivion" immediately made us sit up and take notice. Hmm, Mastodon have changed. They've pretty much done away with the shouty 'brutal' death vocals in favor of a variety of more melodic vocal options, many of which are displayed in "Oblivion", from an Ozzyish wail to singing that sounds more 'grunge', like Alice In Chains maybe. When a few years ago they first dabbled with 'clean' vocals we weren't as into it, but now it works, 'cause in doing so, they've added a definite 'pop' element to what's in other respects totally technical proggy metal a la recent Opeth or Enslaved. In addition, metalcore and even emo are mixed in to Mastodon's weird (but successful) hybrid, that in that first track alone manages to makes us think of all those artists we just mentioned along with both Torche and Coheed and Cambria!
We already had Mastodon pegged as prog (they did a whole concept album based on Moby Dick, remember? And this disc's got a four-part, 11 minute track about Russian royalty or something) but being complex and epic AND pop, that's pretty neat. There's a lot going on here, lots of nifty details, as well as sheer metallic might, and it seems that Mastodon have finally arrived at a point where all the different stuff they do works in context, compositionally. We'll definitely be giving this album (and maybe their previous one too) some repeated, closer listens. Perhaps our expectations were unfairly low and shouldn't have been, but in any case we have to say that this new disc seems worthy of all the attention Mastodon had been getting lately from pretty much everyone but us.
Again, LIMITED, we only got very very few.
MPEG Stream: "Oblivion"
MPEG Stream: "Divinations"

MAXIMO PARK Quicken The Heart (Warp) cd 15.98
No point in being coy or beating around the bush. Might as well come right out and fess up (as if the aQ list faithful didn't already know). We LOVE this band, ever since the Apply Some Pressure cdep released way back in 2005, and every record since. Sure, A Certain Trigger might be their best record, but we dug Our Earthly Pleasures BIG time. It was definitely a grower, but it didn't take long for it to end up a daily play. Same thing with Quicken The Heart, at first we weren't sure what to think, we're always sort of hoping that MP will return to the hyper caffeinated Interpol meets XTC sound of that first record and come up with another song that rivals the impossibly kinetic hook filled jam that is "Apply Some Pressure", but just like with Our Earthly Pleasures, after a few listens we no longer found ourselves wishing for that sound of old, we just let these new songs wash over us, and with every listen they blossom more and more, and now at least half of the songs here rank as some of our favorite MP jams. Jangly new wavey guitars, propulsive drumming, buzzy synths, and killer vocals, amazing melodies, and hooks galore. There's only bum in the bunch, and weirdly enough it's the first single, hearing that before the record showed up had us a bit worried, but now that it's here, we just skip that song (and heck, even that one is growing on us) and play the shit out of the rest of the record. Killers, Franz Ferdinand, Interpol, Kaiser Chiefs, Arctic Monkeys, Nine Black Alps, we love all those bands, but there's just something about Maximo Park that makes them our favorite.
We get so spoiled working in a record store, we know what records are coming out months before they do, and we sometimes get them a few days ahead of time, it does make you less excited, how you were as a teenager, but every time there's a new Maximo Park record, we find ourselves counting the days, and then heading to work on that Tuesday knowing that it'll show up sometime that day. That's a cool feeling, one we miss for sure, and one that is evoked by a surprisingly few bands. Needless to say, this record rules, if you're in the market for some smart, angular, new wave-y pop, you couldn't do much better than Quicken The Heart.
MPEG Stream: "Wraithlike"
MPEG Stream: "The Kids Are Sick Again"
MPEG Stream: "A Cloud Of Mystery"

MAYET, HISHAM Palace Of The Winds (Sublime Frequencies) dvd 22.00
Pretty much everything we've heard on Sublime Frequencies has totally blown us away, the music so emotional and passionate, and in many ways so alien, sounding like nothing we've heard before. It's a music that transports us, fills our minds with images of the musicians, of their homes, the clubs, of all these places we've never been, the people, the children, their families, the instruments, we can't help but imagine this music as it's being made. Thankfully, the fine folks at SF have also been releasing dvd's, allowing us to see these musicians performing, recording, each dvd focusing on a region or a style of music, and every one breathtaking, whether it's the impossible expanse of the desert, the gorgeous landscape, the houses and town squares, experiencing late night markets, wild parties, impromptu performances, crazy jams, we've never been anything less than enthralled and blown away by these documents. And this one is no different.
Shot over two years, Mayet travelled all over Africa, specifically Southern Morocco and the Mauritanian capital of Nouakchott, no narrative, just a dreamlike journey across vast expanses of land, long stretches of ragged road, amazing buildings, and ruins, into people's homes, and public spaces for (sometimes private) performances with some amazing groups, in particular aQ faves Group Doueh, whose two songs are dramatically different, one is at home, and features a man on guitar, and a woman on drum and vocals, the two reclining in what appears to be their living room, the second, is an actual performance, in a club, packed with women in the most dazzling clothing, Technicolor and elaborate, a huge video screen playing videos, and the band just chilling on a couch against the wall jamming, while some of the ladies dance. So awesome!
So much amazing music, lots of it by groups we hadn't heard until now, but need to hear more from, so much to see, to take in, sometimes it's just the ambient sounds, the people, the cars, daily life, other times those scenes of daily life are set to music, but the real magic comes from being transported right into someone's home and getting to sit right in front of the players and experience the sound, as it's being created. Magical.
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MONKS Black Monk Time (Light In The Attic) 2lp 26.00
Now reissued on Deluxe Double Vinyl, thereby making any record collection without it, incomplete!
Oh Happy Day! Another pre-list aQ classic returns to see the light, and we finally get to write a review of it! Back in the day (nearly thirteen years ago!) when we first moved into our current digs from our old storefront on 24th street, the first reissue of Black Monk Time from 1966 was on constant rotation, right next to Os Mutantes, Sounds of Doomsday Cults, North American Frogs, Neutral Milk Motel and of course, The Conet Project. Sadly, it eventually went out of print before we ever got to express how we felt about it on the list. And now enough time has passed between represses, that one of our own (younger) employees didn't get the Monks reference on last month's Wire Magazine cover featuring SUNNO)))!
Formed in the mid '60s by five ex-GIs stationed in Germany, the band mastered a minimalist sixties freakbeat sound driven more by amphetamines than by songwriting ability. But their masterstroke was to adopt another kind of confrontational militant image to match its biting commentary on war, dehumanized social mores and fucked up romance. Dressed in all black matching uniforms with white knotted rope ties to match their painted white instruments, the final touch was to shave their heads in the middle like a classic monks tonsure. Thus The Monks were born! Penning primitive stompers like "Shut Up" and "I Hate You" ("I hate you with a passion, baby... but call me!") with searing organ swells, fuzzed bass and electric banjo over martial and polka rhythms adding to the overall weirdness. Keep in mind this was 1966 and outside of the US, where the terms, psych, punk, and garage had yet to be coined! Their lone album and two singles disappeared as quickly as they came, but have gained a heavy cult following over the years, culminating in a string of reissues and an autobiography by bassist Eddie Shaw. This fine reissue combines the full album, a couple of live and unreleased cuts not featured on previous reissues, plus a full booklet with essays, history and praises from just about everybody from Dead Moon to the White Stripes. Fucking Essential!!!!!!
MPEG Stream: "Shut Up"
MPEG Stream: "I Hate You"
MPEG Stream: "Complication"
MPEG Stream: "Pretty Suzanne"

MULLEN, GEOFF & KEITH FULLERTON WHITMAN July (GM/KFW) lp 19.98
A private pressing from Keith Fullerton Whitman of a live recording of a collaboration with Geoff Mullen back in 2006, through the Uppercase Sound series that Brendan Murray curated in Somerville, MA. While both of these avantniks have been known for their heady guitar-driven dronesmears, this mostly finds the two grappling with all of the filters, oscillators, pedals, and electronics that can be crammed into a suitcase. Guttural renderings of pink noise, refracted vibration, and Derbyshire punctuations of tonal electronics slide in and out of rhythmically tapped structures amidst indeterminately placed squiggles and LFO sweepings. Much of the electronics mirror a deep-space, cosmic exploration although the 'recorded in the middle of the room' quality of the recording somewhat tempers any transcendent qualities. Well, it WAS recorded in the middle of a room. And yes, they did bring their guitars; and Mullen provides some choice moments of narcotized strums cast through heavy amounts of delay, which combined with Whitman's somber tone-bent electronics foreshadows the industrial psychedelia of Emeralds or Infinity Window. Each LP comes with a slightly different cover, with each featuring a still from the video documentation of the event, or something similar. In any case, it's limited to 300 copies... and give it about ten to fifteen years, this soon to be out-of-print document might just show up as a Creel Pone cd-r. Ha!

OH SEES, THEE Tidal Wave (Woodsist) 7" 5.98
When you're on...you're on...and if you are The Oh Sees these days, you ARE ON FUCKING FIRE!!! Seriously we haven't seen a band hit a sizzling stride like Thee Oh Sees are currently experiencing in AGES. So we welcome the tidal wave (yes, we went there) of releases from them in the last year with totally open and eager ears. Their newest album Help, an aQ Record Of The Week recently, will most likely find it's way on to many of our year end favorites list, we can't stop listening to it! So it should come as little surprise that these two new non-album tracks are also totally perfect, ultra catchy blasts of pure garage pop genius! It's actually such a perfect time for Thee Oh Sees to be cutting singles as they seem able to continually whip up memorable, endearing and super kick ass songs, which will hopefully mean more singles to come!
Makes perfect sense that Tidal Wave was released on Woodsist and the full length came out on In The Red, as both of those labels sounds lately, perhaps owe a sonic debt to the blown out magic Jon Dwyer has been blasting out for the last decade. Get one while you can!

OTIS, SHUGGIE Freedom Flight (Epic) lp 15.98
Is there any song more perfect than "Strawberry Letter 23"? We can't think of a song that conjures up as much synaesthetic sensations that we literally can sense colors and aromas every time it plays. We came to it from the Brothers Johnson 1977 version who had the bigger hit with it (and it's good too), but when we finally heard the original where Shuggie Otis sings and plays every part, including glockenspiel, acoustic and electric guitars, piano and percussion plus a choir full of vocals, we knew his was the one! Of course it's one of the star tracks on Shuggie Otis's second record Freedom Flight from 1971, the album he recorded right before his epic Inspiration Information. Produced by his father, Johnny Otis when Shuggie was just 15 years old, here he ventures into a more psychedelic soul mode after releasing two records of more bluesy late sixties electric guitar jams. That bluesy guitar feel hasn't quite left, but in a similar way Prince channeled Hendrix and Sly Stone, Otis applies this amazing sweetness and light to the heavier acid-y guitar work. "Sweet Thang" "Purple" and the 13 minute closing title track show that Otis wanted to take the soul blues thing to another dimension altogether. While the other tracks like "Ice Cream Daydream", "Me and My Woman", and "Someone's Always Singing" are tasty little nuggets of funk pop. In fact, we suspect that Prince took more from Shuggie Otis than he did Hendrix and Sly Stone put together!
Four of the songs from Freedom Flight were on the Luaka Bop cd reissue of Inspiration Information, but that doesn't mean the rest is not as good. And of course it's on vinyl which is the best way to hear this! Recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Strawberry Letter 23"
MPEG Stream: "Sweet Thang"

OTIS, SHUGGIE Here Comes Shuggie Otis (Epic) lp 15.98
Here Comes Shuggie Otis was the debut album of the child musical prodigy. Recorded at age 14, and produced by his father, Johnny Otis, it's a mixed bag affair of instrumentals and a few vocal numbers. Otis's vocal abilities weren't quite up to par yet with his other releases and he was just beginning to show his songwriting abilities. "Jennie Lee" shines a light towards his later psych-soul work, and there's interesting moments of baroque pop and funk. But the record is focused primarily on his rootsy electric guitar work in which he is amazingly talented, yet it doesn't satisfy as much to us as his later work. But if you want all three solo records of Shuggie Otis, there finally available on vinyl all at the same time. And that's a damn good thing!

OVENS Beau Goes To The Hospital EP (Riisk) cd ep 8.98
We were super psyched how crazy people went for the Ovens, whose debut full length (which crammed together 44 songs and THREE actual albums onto one disc) released earlier this year on tUMULt was easily the pop record of the year, if not EVER. These guys are total geniuses, spitting out song after song, usually a minute or less, often MUCH less, each jammed with hooks and melodies and goofy lyrics and shredding leads and pounding drums that most bands would kill for. We compared them to some impossible mix of Weezer, the Beatles, the Melvins, the Fucking Champs and Guided By Voices, and while that might capture their essence, what they do is so much more than the sum of their influences.
This 10 song 15 minute ep, recorded way back in 2003 (when they were still called the Peels), is raw and rough around the edges, much punker, but is still rife with incredible songwriting, some kick ass guitar shreddery, ridiculously catchy hooks, and those same gorgeous instrumental interludes, lyrics about how the songs sound better in their heads, getting wasted, sleeping, dying, puking and all sorts of gloriously mundane stuff. They're definitely still a pop band, but back then, their punkishness really shone through, with some of the punkest jams reminding us of the Dwarves at their poppiest, balancing their more strummy Beatles-esque moments, the two sides of the band constantly battling for supremacy, neither winning, more often than not resulting in a wild ultra chaotic falling apart draw.
The band hate this record, but fuck it, there are some awesome jams here, and anyone who bought the tUMULt full length will most likely dig this one too.
We can definitely get all hyperbolic and gushing when we're super into something, nothing wrong with that, so with that disclaimer out of the way, we can once again proclaim that these guys just might be one of our favorite local bands. Here's hoping the rest of the country, the world and the universe catch on soon.
MPEG Stream: "Hypocrites"
MPEG Stream: "Puke In The Sink"
MPEG Stream: "Mooch"
MPEG Stream: "Peels Get Wasted In Bruno"

PHILLIPS, ESTHER Alone Again, Naturally (Reel Music) cd 14.98
Reel Music keeps churning out the underrated soul gems! Along with the Yvonne Fair (reviewed elsewhere on this list), we've got Esther Phillips' second album for Creed Taylor's Kudu label released in 1972. Phillip's had a hard-living life and that deep hurt shows in every note. With a smokey nasally voice that recalls Dinah Washington and sometimes Nina Simone, Phillips had unbelievable vocal talent with forays into jazz, blues, disco and even country. But her versatility made her difficult to market and most of her early records met with varied success. Plus her constant battles with drug addictions that began in her teen years took such a toll on her life that she was dead before 50. But she found some success later in her life for the five records she recorded for the Kudu label in the seventies. These featured stellar session players such as Ron Carter, Bernard Purdie, Maceo Parker and Eric Gale. Her seasoned experience after stints in rehab, reverberate throughout the proceedings, making every emotive note truly felt. Her first record From A Whisper To A Scream is perhaps our favorite (And we hope that gets reissued too!) with its devastating cover of Gil Scott Heron's "Home Is Where The Hatred Is". But Alone Again Naturally is perhaps the least known to us, though it garnered her a second Grammy nomination. Released for the first time on cd, it starts out with Bill Wither's stalwart soul-funk classic "Use Me" and covers much sultry and smokey soulful ground including songs by Aretha Franklin, Gilbert O'Sullivan (the title track, natch), Eddie Floyd, and Big Joe Turner. We're very glad to see this underrated soul singer get some much due recognition!
MPEG Stream: "Use Me"
MPEG Stream: "Let's Move & Groove"
MPEG Stream: "Alone Again, Naturally"

PSYCHEDELIC HORSESHIT Shitgaze Anthems (Woodsist) 12" 14.98
You gotta love Psychedelic Horseshit. First off, the name. And of all the new breed of 'shitgaze' bands, the super lo-fi noisy pop outfits that seem to be popping up with remarkable regularity, PH are the only ones who continually manage to sound more fucked up and lo-fi while managing to at the same time sound tripped out and impossibly lush. Some jangly out of tune guitar will wrap itself around some deadpan vocals, some stumbling almost tribal drumming, lots of tape hiss, even some dropouts that sound like maybe they recorded on an old cassette tape they found in the back seat of the tour van, until suddenly they'll bust out with a blown out glimmering wall of progged out arena keyboard bliss, all wozzy and warbly but soaring and totally retardedly majestic. And then they slip right back to their Pavementy lo-fi lurch and stumble, before whipping out another insanely catchy hook, or burst of musical nirvana.
As much as we love the SOUND, and lots of the bands who now practice it, Psychedelic Horseshit still manage to sparkle like a dirty diamond in a sea of even dirtier diamonds. According to the sleeve, these are B sides from the forthcoming full length, and hell, if these are the album rejects, we can't wait to hear the jams that made the cut! WAY recommended.

PYRAMIDS, THE King Of Kings (Ikef) lp 22.00
This is the reissue of the second album from The Pyramids, whose other two records we raved about last list. Released in 1974, it opens with "Mogho Naba" with some mantra-like chanting over a frenetic groove straight out of something on one of the Ethiopiques comps while the lead flute and saxophone played by husband and wife leaders Idris and Margo Ackamoor duel it out in a sort of ritualized frenzy, the saxophone becoming more smeary and free, ending with the reemergence of different kind of flutes playing around the same tone like a busted calliope, before that riff comes back and takes us out to the next track, "Queen of the Spirits". Leading with a beautiful lilting flute melody that gains energy and dynamics with lots of ethnic percussion. But being about the Queen, this is Margo's track with the sax kept at bay except for some key transition moments, merging into a Brazilian carnival percussive breakdown and ending with beautiful languid flute and Ethiopian harps.
Side Two has the record's shortest and longest tracks. The first one is the 18 minute "Nsorama (The Stars)" that leads with Margo's intoning the word over a piano and a soft percussive riff, sounding like a more tribal version of a Doug Carn or Alice Coltrane track full of brooding majesty as the horns and flutes come in all plaintive and slow that keep this pace for awhile before the flutes let loose over the calm, but the frenzy on this track is minimal, in fact it becomes really minimal in parts with just a sole percussive rhythm taking the space for a few minutes before the key elements slowly reemerge. Definitely, one of their loveliest tracks! The final number, "My Africa" is more call and response mystical chanting over a repetitive piano and bass riff. This is the most vocal-centric track and in its listing of African homelands suggests a settling peace as it fades out. Such a beautiful record!!

REIGNS House On The Causeway (Monotreme) cd 15.98
A few years ago, they surveyed a drowned, underwater village in a dammed up valley, and on the album before that, they lowered a microphone deep into a hole in the ground, making some unusual discoveries... well, not REALLY, but in their musical imaginations. Now, enter with Reigns into the 'house on the causeway'. That's right, it's the return of our favorite moody, mysteriously conceptual site-based post rockish indie gloom pop electronica act from England! Again they're exploring/evoking an imaginary locale, and what creepy things may or may not have happened there, through their mostly dreamy, little bit nightmarish music... They've got something in common with a lot of the artists on Miasmah and Type labels, though less soundscapey, more actually song oriented. They also are reminding us a lot of Tarwater this time around. Maybe that's accentuated by the inclusion of more in the way of vocals (usually quite processed, however) on some of the tracks here, while in the past they'd been primarily instrumental, with textual information (or disinformation) presented in the cd or 7" booklet...
The House On The Causeway seems to feature two (related) modes of song - the purely instrumental, slowly unfolding ones; and the slightly more uptempo ones with singing/rhyming and skittering drum beats... It's all quite lovely as always with Reigns, their looping piano notes and ambient electronics a blissful reverie, but also as always an eerily lurking menace persists, both sonically (minor key ominousness that emotionally suggests horrors but shocks only sparingly, as with the distorted noisy outburst at the end of "Crex, Crex, Crex") and intellectually via the accumulation of sinister signifiers in the cryptic lyrics, songtitles ("Everything Beyond These Walls Has Been Razed", "Mirrors At Night", "Your Tiny Hand Is Frozen") and artwork that the listener can't quite square with the seemingly sweet music, music that seems to conceal whispers and weepings.
MPEG Stream: "Bad Slate"
MPEG Stream: "Vaulted"
MPEG Stream: "The Black Cramp"

SAVATH & SAVALAS La Llama (Stones Throw) cd 14.98
Mr. Scott Herren sure likes to keep busy. We just listed his newest project Diamond Watch Wrists, an indie rock minded collaboration with Zach Hill from Hella, he also has a brand new Prefuse 73 album in the works, but somehow even with all that going on, he's also managed to crank out another Savath & Savalas album. S+S is the project that allows Herren to explore a more delicate, breezy and tropical sound. Teamed up with a great ensemble of musicians, which includes dreamy vocalist Eva Puyuelo Muna, La Llama might be the most fully realized and satisfying Savath & Savalas recording yet, channeling the sounds and sentiments of '70s Brazilian/South American soft-psych greats like Joyce, Milton Nascimento, and Congregacion, yet infusing that sound with a modern element that keeps the music from sounding purely nostalgic. Understated and richly flowing with an ease and breeze that is totally hitting the spot!
MPEG Stream: "La Llama"
MPEG Stream: "Pavo Real"
MPEG Stream: "Barceloneta"

SHITMAT One Foot In The Rave (Planet Mu) cd 14.98
The last Shitmat record was just a tad too ravey for us, when what we really want from Mr. Shitmat, is wild pounding ragga jungle. He's probably responsible for one of our favorite ragga jungle records ever, Killababylonkutz, a whole record of multiple version of the same dancehall jam, but holy shit did that one slay. Wild drill and bass, over the top toasting, bizarre samples, all chopped up and looped into chaotic careening slabs of junglized pummel.
Since Killababylonkutz, Shitmat has moved more and more toward straight up rave music, sometimes doing sort of mashup thing, other times going for the goofy retro angle a la the recent Zomby, record. No matter how much we liked all of those records, we couldn't help hankering for more of the hard stuff. Well, it looks like Shitmat heard our prayers somehow, cuz even with that title, this is the hardest most jungly record since Killababylonkutz and we've been going nuts.
Sure there's still plenty of rave-y jams, and mashup bits, but there's also plenty of wild chopped drum and bass, some serious chunks of ragga jungle here and there, even some toasting, and Shitmat lets his spastic programmed insanity run wild, spitting out dizzying tangles of impossiby complex drum jams, making even the cheesiest of dance grooves sound hard and heavy. The best jams are definitely the ragga jungle numbers, worth it for those 3 or 4 tracks alone, but like we said it's all pretty great, and makes for excellent listening even for the dancefloor phobic!
Awesome Cabbage Patch Kid cover art too!
MPEG Stream: "Clash and Carry (Old Socks Remix)"
MPEG Stream: "Archaeology"
MPEG Stream: "Whitelabel Unity"

SHITMAT One Foot In The Rave (Planet Mu) lp 17.98
The last Shitmat record was just a tad too ravey for us, when what we really want from Mr. Shitmat, is wild pounding ragga jungle. He's probably responsible for one of our favorite ragga jungle records ever, Killababylonkutz, a whole record of multiple version of the same dancehall jam, but holy shit did that one slay. Wild drill and bass, over the top toasting, bizarre samples, all chopped up and looped into chaotic careening slabs of junglized pummel.
Since Killababylonkutz, Shitmat has moved more and more toward straight up rave music, sometimes doing sort of mashup thing, other times going for the goofy retro angle a la the recent Zomby, record. No matter how much we liked all of those records, we couldn't help hankering for more of the hard stuff. Well, it looks like Shitmat heard our prayers somehow, cuz even with that title, this is the hardest most jungly record since Killababylonkutz and we've been going nuts.
Sure there's still plenty of rave-y jams, and mashup bits, but there's also plenty of wild chopped drum and bass, some serious chunks of ragga jungle here and there, even some toasting, and Shitmat lets his spastic programmed insanity run wild, spitting out dizzying tangles of impossiby complex drum jams, making even the cheesiest of dance grooves sound hard and heavy. The best jams are definitely the ragga jungle numbers, worth it for those 3 or 4 tracks alone, but like we said it's all pretty great, and makes for excellent listening even for the dancefloor phobic!
Awesome Cabbage Patch Kid cover art too!
MPEG Stream: "Clash and Carry (Old Socks Remix)"
MPEG Stream: "Archaeology"
MPEG Stream: "Whitelabel Unity"

SKULLFLOWER The Paris Working 23-4-2009 (self-released) cd-r 11.98
Another super limited missive from this latest incarnation of the mighty Skullflower, recorded earlier this year in Paris, which finds the band expanded to a four piece, including original SF member Stuart Dennison. One long nearly hour long track, and in keeping with the recent spate of SF releases, The Paris Working is more on the noise tip, eschewing any of the more riffiness that came before, replacing it with a wall of crumbling in-the-red, white hot psychedelic squall. Is there drumming? Maybe, but most of the time they're buried beneath an avalanche of pummeling free psych crush, heaving, roiling, churning, grinding guitar damage blown out into whirling clouds of sparkling high end glimmer and dizzying kaleidoscopic skree.
As with most of the noisier Skullflower discs, a glancing listen reveals a sound not that far removed from straight up noise, but closer listening, further investigation, and a pair of trusty headphones reveals a sprawling world of tone and timbre, strapping on headphones to listen to this disc is like watching a 3D movie without glasses, and then finally slipping on a pair, and the whole thing comes into focus, comes alive, colors and shapes, and in the case of The Paris Working, sheets and shards and streaks of sound, swirling and careening and hovering and billowing out into a massive Technicolor fog of gorgeously chaotic abstract freeform guitarnoise.
AS ALWAYS, CRAZY LIMITED, WE GET THESE DIRECT FROM SKULLFLOWER, SO WHEN WE RUN OUT IT MIGHT TAKE US A WHILE TO GET MORE (ASSUMING WE CAN GET MORE)...
MPEG Stream: "23-4-2009"

SLEEPY EYES OF DEATH Dark Signals (Sleep Capsule) cd ep 8.98
We initially gave this a spin just 'cause of the cool band name, without knowing really what to expect. Turns out that this ep from Seattle's Sleepy Eyes Of Death is fantastically full of fuzzed out, synth-heavy shoegazing post rock. Six spacey, soaring, cinematic songs, seemingly inspired by the nexus of new wave and krautrock (or Trans Am and John Carpenter and Kinski and Klaus Schulze...).
Perhaps the briefest and best description we can come up with is: M83 meets Zombi. There, that ought to do it! Seriously, that's what this sounds like, and thus it's a quite recommended treat 'cause we love both those bands, and the combo is a natural one. Whooshes of distorted electronics, interlaced with airy melodies, mark these melancholic, majestic tracks, mostly instrumental but for a sparse few moments of processed, computery robo-vocals. Though the pulsating rhythms sometimes are purely electronic, deliberate drum beats on an actual drum kit are often also poundingly present, adding more of a muscular human factor to the proceedings.
Though we've never seen their live show, we're not surprised that someone is credited with "lights and fog" in the cd booklet. You could imagine that they had a role in the studio too, 'cause you can almost HEAR lights and fog on this recording, lights flashing with atmospheric radiance, sonic clouds of synth-fog billowing from speakers...
MPEG Stream: "Shattered Limbs"
MPEG Stream: "Crushed By Stars"

SMITH, STEVEN R. & GARETH DAVIS Westering (Important) lp 21.00
Gorgeous collaboration between long time aQ fave Steve R. Smith (Thuja, Hala Strana, Ulaan Khol) and clarinetist Gareth Davis. The two got together last year and created this suite of impressionistic soundscapes, dark and dolorous, Smith creating heaving swells of reverb drenched soft sound, reminding us a bit of Scott Tuma, but adding layers of scrabble and scrape to the proceedings, all manner of texture to what might otherwise be soft minimal dronemusic. Instead, the sound is rough, and vibrant, alive and visceral. Davis doesn't play clarinet so much as coax some amazing sounds from it, sometimes it's a bit of hushed rumbling whir , other times it's thick feedback drenched layers of buzz, but it perfectly compliments Smith's atmospheric free folk shimmer and scrape.
Long expanses of minimal low end spread out serenely, a sun dappled drift, that seems surprisingly tranquil, but over that, Davis and Smith add more and more, never overwhelming, but creating the perfect balance of soft focus melody, and in-the-red droning smolder, the sounds shifts from deep and minimal, to dense and heavy and almost metallic, with the guitar and clarinet constantly woven together in woozy soft tangles of sound, that build and build but just as quickly seem to dissipate, drifting back into the warm whirling reverby drift underneath. So gorgeous.
LIMITED TO 500 COPIES. Screen printed on insanely thick cardstock, ultra heavy and handmade.

SONDHEIM, ALAN / MYK FREEDMAN Julu Twine (Porter) cd 13.98
Alan Sondheim is a legendary writer and critic, he's also quite the accomplished musician, his fantastic Ritual-All-7-70 album was recently reissued on ESP which we should get around to reviewing quite soon. This collaborative effort is in fact not archival but a brand new record, released on the insanely prolific and always impressive Porter Records, on Julu Twine Sondheim teamed up with lap steel guitarist Myk Freedman for some improvised folk, that manages to bristle with energy, sounding quite abstract at moments, but surprisingly composed at others.
Incorporating a unique arsenal of instruments, including zither, banjo slide guitar and even something called a parlor guitar, the duo crafted this gorgeous songsuite, the playing is often quite percussive, and aggressive, subtle strumming and abstract finger picking is all tangled up with intense strumming, and atonal scrabbling, here and there the instruments are wreathed in thick buzzing feedback, other times the melodies are spidery and abstract and allowed to unfurl lazily. Sondheim contributes a kick ass banjo solo, that sounds simultaneously like classic bluegrass, but also slightly chaotic and seat-of-the-pants sounding. Freedman counters with a gorgeously languid slide guitar solo, all drifty and woozy and ethereal, but the record works best when the two play together, and off of each other. Lots of reverb and room sound, strange haunting Eastern sounding melodies, occasional squalls of detuned hillbilly psych freakouts, stumbling lurching atonal melodies drifting into soft shimmering avant Appalachia, squiggly slippery slide wound all around off kilter chromatic riffing, and once in a while, the two come together perfectly and unfurl a warm washed out drone-y guitar raga, that we wish would just go on and on and on.
Everyone into Blackshaw and Rose and Bishop and Baldwin and Ahmed And Akiyama and other modern acoustic guitarists should definitely check this out. Same sort of sound, but way more tripped out and otherworldly and mysterious and jazzlike. RECOMMENDED!!!
MPEG Stream: "Track A"
MPEG Stream: "Track G"
MPEG Stream: "Track N Banjo Solo"
MPEG Stream: "Track B"

SONS OF OTIS Exiled (Small Stone) cd 13.98
Reliable sorts these Canadians are, aren't they? The Sons Of Otis are back, and fans (like us!) of their monolithic stoner rock / blues / doom will not be disappointed. It's all here on their fifth full-length album. Lumbering fuzzed out riffs, check. Spacey electronic atmospheres, check. Glacial pace, check. Psychedelic soloing, check. Heavier than thou jamming, check. Feedback, check. Gravelly, effects-laden, echoey vocals, check. Drugs, check (we're pretty sure!). They even continue their tradition of including super stoned sounding cover versions of classic tracks by their old school influences, this time 'round giving the Sons Of Otis treatment to two faves: Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Cry For The Bad Man" (here titled "Bad Man") and Motorhead's "Iron Horse"! In both cases it's like the original has been dipped in tar, dosed with drugs, and slowed down to 16rpm, especially "Iron Horse" which segues into a billowing dense ambient drone definitely not derived from the original Motorhead composition, the whole track lasting over 18 minutes!
The Otis originals here will (slowly) kick yr ass too. "Haters" starts things off with a scowl, and they don't lighten up much... later on "Tales Of Otis" enters into almost Khanate-like ultra-doom territory, and it's hard to tell if Sons Of Otis are trying to take off into outer space or burrow deep into the earth. Definitely (as always) for fans of UFOmammut, Electric Wizard, Boris... and for folks who'd like to know what it would sound like if Monster Magnet mated with the Melvins.
It's hard to know what else to say, either you're a fan of this and every other Sons Of Otis album, or you need to take more drugs.
MPEG Stream: "Lost Soul"
MPEG Stream: "Bad Man"

SOULEYMAN, OMAR Dabke 2020 (Sublime Frequencies) cd 16.98
Sublime Frequencies record number two from the mind blowing Omar Souleyman! In reviewing the last Souleyman disc we compared the sound to something resembling a Middle Eastern Aavikko, which if you're anything like us, sounds AMAZING. Totally over the top chaotic world music rife with soaring strings, cheesy eighties drum machines, wild synths, and amazing buzzing saz melodies, and if anything this new disc is even more over the top.
More than ever, Souleyman's music sounds very Bollywood, festive, wild, sweaty, energized, intense and relentless, rooted around rhythm, the various melodies and vocals slither and swirl, unfurling woozy Eastern melodies over the non stop beat. It's definitely dance music, and party music, just not the sort of dance / party music we're used to.
The recording is fantastic too, very lo-fi, the texture and timbre of the sound shifting constantly, from murky and muddy, to bright and brilliant, could be that these cuts were culled from various tapes recorded and released over the past decade, but that only adds to the fun, and if it's anything, this music is fun. Funky, groovy, and fun fun fun. Sometimes the melodies are so rapid fire it begins to sound like some sort of alien video game music, then moments later it will slip into something darker and folkier, before exploding again into a wild burst of psychedelic dance chaos! Dabke apparently is a style of music, THIS music, a kind of party music rarely heard outside of Syria, as it's considered not important enough to export, but as far as we're concerned this is some of the most amazing music we've ever heard. For more background info on Souleyman, check the review of the older record on the aQ site, plenty of background on his life and his music, but it's hardly necessary, the sounds here definitely speak for themselves, and what they're saying, is buy this record now! It's so so so so so essential. And heck, while you're at it, you might as well pick up the other one as well (which is now available on vinyl!) if you haven't already, they both completely rule!
MPEG Stream: "Atabat"
MPEG Stream: "Lansob Sherek (I Will Make A Trap)"
MPEG Stream: "Shift Al Mani (I Saw Her)"

SPACEMEN 3 DJ Tones (Great Pop Supplement) lp 17.98
NOW ON VINYL!! The cd version we previously highlighted went out of print lickety-split but thankfully there's now a vinyl edition, also probably quite limited...
Lately we've been revisiting some of our old favorites, with Records Of The Week from Loop, the Telescopes and Swervedriver, but as much as we love those bands, and we do LOVE them a LOT, we can't help it, our hearts will always belong to Spacemen 3. The dreamiest and druggiest of the bunch, pretty much every record, every different stage of the band, every song, has utterly entranced us. Blurred and bleary jangle pop stretched out into meditative space rock mantras, no one could conjure up the same sort of woozy elegance that these guys could. And while this is not a new record proper, and most of us have spent years tracking down every bit of recorded Spacemen 3, even a new ep with alternate mixes and some rare gems has us all in a tizzy. And judging from the responses of aQ customers, you're probably the same way.
So drug addled space rock freaks of the world, we give to you, DJ Tones, a super limited ep, containing TWO PREVIOUSLY UNRELEASED TRACKS(!!!), a radically different mix of their Red Krayola cover, and on cd for the first time, a track called "I Love You", originally released as a white label vinyl only promo, limited to 50 copies. And finally, a studio version of the track "Ecstasy Symphony".
For folks who are new to Spacemen 3, this might not be the place to start, although it wouldn't necessarily be bad, but may we recommend Playing With Fire, or Taking Drugs To Make Music To Take Drugs To, for the rest of you, the obsessed, buy this now.
Up first is "These Blues", a gorgeous laid back jangle pop jam, that might convince us that Oasis probably own some Spacemen 3 records, along with "Modulated Tones", a gorgeous fuzzy minor key minute and a half of looped echo drenched guitar, so great, the kind of thing that could have stretched out into a whole Spacemen 3 set, both those tracks UNRELEASED!
Their cover of the Red Krayola's "Transparent Radiation" is the Violin Mix, so besides the skeletal guitar and drawled vocals, the bulk of the song is carried by strings, and the result is pretty divine. "I Love You" is a weird one, a programmed beat, beneath a stuttering synth rhythm, super echoey vocals, spare guitars, all moody and woozy and eighties sounding. Quite cool for sure, a little garage-y, a bit poppy, and all very druggy and dreamy. And finally, "Ecstasy Symphony", nine minutes of lush drones, dense and layered, slow motion melodies played out over long streaks of near static sound, total divine, sun dappled ur-drone bliss.
MPEG Stream: "Transparent Radiation (Violin Mix)"
MPEG Stream: "Modulated Tones"

ST. CLAIR, ANNA Who Are You? (PlusTapes) cassette 5.50
PLUSTAPES ALERT! PLUSTAPES ALERT! PLUSTAPES ALERT!
Just making sure you see this, because this tape is a winner, and as you should know by now with the Plustapes, once they're gone, they are GONE!
So it should be obvious that we LOOOOVE French Pop, especially of the female variety. We always try to keep the ones we love in stock, the Swinging Mademoiselle comps, The Sixties Girls comps (most now sadly out of print), The Pop A Paris comps, and of course the classics, Jane Birken, Francoise Hardy, Brigitte Bardot and even the stars of the non-female variety, such as Gerard Manset, Serge Gainsbourg, and Jean-Claude Vannier, we are just constantly going nuts for. But you would think by now that we have heard everything that the genre has to offer, that the well must have surely run dry, when lo and behold this tape comes out of nowhere by someone we've never heard of, with little to no information to be found, working us to a frenzy all over again.
Yes, Who Are You, Anna St. Clair? What little information we've been able to gather is that she recorded several 45's for the Fontana label in the late sixties and early seventies. Whether this tape is merely a collection of the singles or if there was ever an original full length lp collection we're not sure. But one of the three arrangers on the singles, is none other than Jean-Claude Vannier (Melody Nelson, Cannabis, L'Enfant Assassin Des Mouches), which certainly piqued our interest, or rather 'peaked' our already heightened interest even higher. And thankfully, this tape doesn't disappoint. There is of course a lot of Ye Ye, with fast paced pop arrangements, but also slower more brooding balladic moments and soft sadder pop gems. Her voice is pretty and soulful with a melancholic edge that recalls the early Andrew Loog Oldham produced singles on Immediate of Vashti Bunyan, Nico, and Marianne Faithfull, and even Dusty Springfield comes to mind too, but with a swirling chamber pop orchestration of harpsichord, flutes, organ, harp and bells and deep bass. 14 songs are offered, without a dud among them. Sooo Good! We've developed quite a crush on this little known chanteuse! Why this has remained so obscure for this long boggles the mind. We ordered a few more of these than we normally do, because it's so good, but even than they won't last too long. Buy now or cry later!

SUNN O))) Monoliths and Dimensions (Southern Lord) cd 15.98
The first thing we thought when we threw this on, was, man, it's gonna be pretty tough to top Domkirke. The last SUNNO))) release, vinyl only, found the duo of Greg Anderson and Stephen O'Malley recording their low end Earth worshipping drone symphonies in an actual cathedral, incorporating the cathedral's church organ. Hard to imagine anything heavier.
For Monoliths and Dimensions, the duo drafted in all sorts of extra help. The usual suspects sure, Attila Csihar on vocals, guitarist Oren Ambarchi, but also, a veritable orchestra, French horns, violas, piano, hydrophone, English Horn, Conch Shell, double bass, and that's just on album opener "Aghartha", which on first listen sounds like the SUNNO))) of old, all churning low end, slow motion glacial riffage, but as the track progresses, the heavy riffage peels back, revealing, a sea of moaning horns, Csihar's haunting intoned vocals, creaks and groans, and the actual sound of water (the hydrophone?), eventually getting super abstract and minimal, before fading out completely.
"Big Church" featues four guitarists (Ambarchi, O'Malley, Anderson and Earth's Dylan Carlson) as well as trombone, trumpet, organ, tubular bells and a choir!!! The choir giving the track a definite Arvo Part vibe, haunting and choral, drifting ethereally over the slow burning rumble of the multiple guitars, before locking into a strangely melodic almost slowcore creep.
"Hunting & Gathering (Cydonia)" featueres yet another expanded lineup, this time including a "Man choir", the track begins all standard doom, crushing lugurbrious riffage, growled gurgeled vokills, but the man choir's deep haunting chant adds a whole other dimension, creating a sort of choral doom hybrid, much like the other track, but this one remains much darker and heavier.
Finally, the record closes with Alice, this time with horns AND strings, and the song that probably is most responsible for describing this record as "SUNNO))) with strings". It starts out all woozy and twangy like some nineties slowcore jam, except for the Morricone-ish horn swells, the guitar crunches few and far between, the sound quite spare and skeletal, and weirdly enough, downright pretty, a shuffling slow motion drift, the whole thing surprisingly melodic, and spacious, quite possibly one of the loveliest (and most unlikely) SUNNO))) tracks yet.
SUNNO))) have done wonders with their limited sonic pallete, who would have thought a one time Earth cover band would have survived this long, and resulted in such an impressive body of original work, but the group have grown and expanded and explored, they manage to incorporate all manner of sounds and textures and guest players, to realize their ultimate vision, while somehow keeping the core sound intact. We only just got this in, and we've been listening to it like crazy (which should tell you something), and the more we hear it, the more we dig it, especially that last track. Quickly becoming one of our fave SUNNO))) discs...
Incredible packaging as always. Deluxe booklet, exquisitely designed, with lyrics, lineups, diagrams, photos, illustrations, some of the pages vellum, all housed in a transparent printed vellum slipcover.
MPEG Stream: "Aghartha"
MPEG Stream: "Big Church"

SWEET Action: The Sweet Anthology (Shout) 2cd 23.00
Not long ago we highlighted a cool compilation on the Psychic Circle label devoted to '70s British glam rock, entitled "Blitzing The Ballroom" - an obvious reference to a song and band that didn't actually appear on the comp, The Sweet and their biggest hit, "Ballroom Blitz"! That song is an immortal glam anthem, up there with anything by Slade, T-Rex or Gary Glitter... and definitely provided some inspiration to the far more obscure acts who populated that collection, Sweet being a band who began as bubblegum lightweights but soon became glam champs with hard rock guitar chops.
So, if you're one of the folks who picked up that comp, and loved the catchy, campy, kick assery found on it, and DON'T have anything by The Sweet, well this new double disc anthology is just the thing for ya. Particularly since Sweet's albums, with the exception of Desolation Boulevard, are still sorta hard to come by in the States (and on top of that, their discography is a confusion of UK- and US- only releases, including separate versions of the same albums with wildly different tracklistings). It's probably easiest to go with a comprehensive 'best of' like this one, which brings together tracks taken from various of their albums '73-'80, plus the b-side of the "Love Is Like Oxygen" single, a boogie number called "Cover Girl".
There's 16 songs on each of the 2 discs, ranging from the band's earliest pre-fab pop incarnation circa 1973 to the quasi-metallic, semi-symphonic genius stuff they came up with once they came into their own in the mid '70s... all the way to their declining years as the '80s were about to dawn, the glories of glam far behind them, the new wave getting a try out. All of Sweet's styles are represented here, starting off with the bubblegum pop likes of "Funny Funny" and "Alexander Graham Bell"... soon The Sweet start revving it up, though, with tracks like "Little Willy" and "Wig-Wam Bam" being just as sugary as their earlier stuff but with extra rock n' roll oomph. Then track ten, disc one rolls around, with THAT drum intro, and it's time for a good ol' "Ballroom Blitz", that the band has been building up to! And that's more or less when the action really starts, the rest of disc one filled with equally worthy hits like "The Six Teens", "A.C.D.C.", and "Fox On The Run". Total teenage kicks, delivered with panache (and vocal harmonies) that we imagine would surprise and thrill quite a few Queen fans.
The Queen comparison continues on disc two, which also provides some real evidence for considering Sweet something of a METAL band, ripping it up with a pop/prog twist. Definitely the likes of "Action", "Sweet F.A." and "4th Of July" (which reminds us of a jazzy Uriah Heep) display their share of heaviness! There's a reason why the Scorpions covered Sweet songs (they did - we've heard a bootleg!). The Sweet were pushing into Queen -and- Led Zeppelin territory for sure (they parallel some non-metallic Zep moves here too, like their funk side, a bit). Eventually, as the disc progresses, they tend to retreat from the rock, the kitschy synths taking over from the guitars, as the band tries again for pop hitmaking success, leaving you to wonder what would have been had they simply 'gone metal' instead... ah well, 'twas good while it lasted.
As with any anthology, one can quibble with the selections, we'd have included more tracks from 1976's Give Us A Wink! (like the stomping, almost Sabbathy "Cockroach") but, all in all, the compilers of this set did pick the best Sweet stuff for the most part, without over-representing any one facet of their career (which we might have done, if we'd be asked to make our own, single disc collection, concentrating on the more metal side of Sweet, the stuff that sounds like it would fit comfortably on Queen's Sheer Heart Attack...).
Fun stuff from an often underrated yet talented band whose commercial success came at the expense of classic rock cred, though if you give this a spin you'll realize they were indeed badass rockers, when they wanted (or were allowed) to be... again, if you're partial to any '70s glam jams, you've gotta get into The Sweet! And if you thought this band was all just "Ballroom Blitz" and nothing else, you've got another think coming, especially when you hear the song "Action".
MPEG Stream: "Wig-Wam Bam"
MPEG Stream: "The Six Teens"
MPEG Stream: "Action"
MPEG Stream: "4th Of July"

UFO Beginnings (Airline Records) 2cd 16.98
Last list we reviewed Guru Guru's UFO. This UFO has nothing to do with that, but at the same time more than you might think, considering the obvious connection between the genres of krautrock (Guru Guru) and space rock (UFO). If necessary, ignore the goofy bigfoot-emerging-from-crashed-flying-saucer artwork that they've put on this package (though, actually we kinda like the concept if not the execution of that image) and just please read the following, fans of heavy '70s stuff...
Although this is called Beginnings, it also represents an entire, complete oeuvre - the early '70s proto-metal/psych era of this band, whose more commercially successful, pop-charting output afterwards was quite a bit different (but awesome in its own right, in fact, most folks only know that stuff and haven't heard this material). Later in the '70s, on albums like Phenomenon, Force It, Light's Out, and Strangers In The Night, they became hard rock royalty, showcasing guitar whizz kid Michael Schenker (originally from Germany's Scorpions). But before arena rock success, before Schnenker, UFO's guitarist was a fellow named Mick Bolton. This earlier UFO incarnation much more psychedelic and spacey, that's where they got their Unidentified Flying Object name, playing self-described "space rock". Their second album, UFO 2, was subtitled "One Hour Space Rock" in fact. That sounds totally krautrocky, doesn't it?
This double disc set is a pretty good deal, containing all the tracks from this era of UFO: their debut UFO 1, the aforementioned UFO 2, and their live album, uh, UFO Live. The 1970 debut is definitely one for the proto-metal freaks out there, having much in common with early Blue Cheer and contemporaneous Black Sabbath... it's a heavy boogie album all right. They do a song simply titled "Boogie" and boy does it, chooglin' along all awesomely distorted and heavy. In addition, they do for Eddie Cochran's '50s hit "C'mon Everybody" what Blue Cheer had done for his "Summertime Blues". And then there's their own "Evil", another brutal blues-based rawk number indeed. It's not all hard rockin', though, there's a few sluggish, spacey ballads like "(Come Away) Melinda" and "Treacle People" to up the moodiness quota and make full use of Phil Mogg's powerful voice.
It's 1971's UFO 2 where they really launched out into space, with such tracks as "Silver Bird" and "Star Storm". The latter is almost 19 minutes long, but title track "Flying" is even longer at 26:30. They don't neglect the proto-metal riffery here, with "Prince Kajuku" in particular seeing 'em kicking out that brand of jams, but "Flying" and the other extended pieces are psychedelic spaceouts akin to Hawkwind... you could also imagine Kawabata Makoto of Acid Mothers Temple enthusiastically air-guitaring along to this at home!!
The 1973 live album offers more of the spacey stuff, along with the boogie, drawing from both UFO 1 and 2 for material, its tracks filling up the remainder of disc two here, along with the non-album "Galactic Love" single, making for an excellent value for your $16.98.
Interestingly, the three UFO albums represented here weren't hits in England, but did pretty well in Germany and Japan... When guitarist Bolton quit, they replaced him briefly with Larry Wallis from the Pink Fairies, then future Whitesnake axeman Bernie Marsden, before snatching the young Schnenker away from the Scorpions... and the rest is history. THIS is history too, just more the hidden kind!
MPEG Stream: "Boogie"
MPEG Stream: "Star Storm"

V/A Scott Walker: 30 Century Man OST (Lakeshore) cd 17.98
Don't know if you had a chance to see this documentary about Scott Walker, but we highly recommend it! It has so much awesome footage of the Walker Brothers, his early and later solo career, plus it features the recluse himself, opening up about his long, varied, and eccentric life as he was prepping his last record, The Drift! This is not so much the soundtrack to the documentary as it's a companion tribute record to the enigmatic pop genius (at least we don't remember hearing these cover versions in the film!). On the surface, this can seem kind of bad, but it's actually much better than we thought, though definitely not as good as the originals, but then again, how could they be? There's an interesting mix of folks on here, a few that are new to us (Bee and Flower, Sally Norvell) but also ones that we like a lot such as Damon and Naomi, Saint Etienne, Dot Alison, Laurie Anderson, Ulrich Schnauss, Jarboe, and Peter Broderick. Though it gravitates towards lighter interpretations than we would have preferred, (only Jarboe attempts any song from the Drift) we have a feeling this was meant as an entry point for folks unfamiliar with Walker's wide ranging and sometimes difficult body of work.
MPEG Stream: LAURIE ANDERSON "The Electrician"
MPEG Stream: ULRICH SCHNAUSS "It's Raining Today"
MPEG Stream: JARBOE "A Lover Loves"

WINDEREN, JANA The Noisiest Guys On The Planet (Ash International) cassette 7.98
Okay, field recording nuts, this one is for you. Just who ARE the noisiest guys on the planet you ask? Why, that would be the decapods of course, aka the ten footed crustaceans, a la crayfish, crabs, lobster and shrimp!
The real question then, is what kind of noise do these noisy guys make? Well, thanks to Jana Winderen (whose Surface Runoff 7" on Autofact we raved about a while back), we now know. Describing it is the hard part. Not sure if this is a recording of their little feet on some surface underwater, or them swimming around, it doesn't sound as much like a field recording as it does some strange fuzzy, buzzy, glitchy drone record. Which is actually pretty cool. A swirling cloud of muted clattery crunch, muted skitter, what sounds like record crackle or tape hiss, static even, all over little bumps and creaks, almost like the sound of something hitting the mic, but it seems more likely that this is the creatures doing what they do, elsewhere, there seems to be rocks shifting or moving against each other. You can also hear the sound of running water, splashes, maybe it's just the current, it's a pretty awesome fascinating sound, very textural and abstract, layered and otherworldly. As a field recording artifact, it's definitely weird and wonderful and enthralling, but simply based on the sonics, it's a pretty awesome listen, minimal and drone-y and abstract and surprisingly soothing.
LIMITED TO 250 COPIES, these are probably the last copies we'll get. Includes a cool tape cover, with drawings of a decapod and liner notes detailing interesting facts about the creatures.

WOLF EYES Always Wrong (Hospital Productions) cd 14.98
For their latest collection of homebrewed electronic analogue filth, the boys in Wolf Eyes have decided to join the Hospital Productions roster, home of Prurient, Cold Cave, Ash Pool, Grey Wolves, Prurient, Kevin Drumm, Malkuth, and in some ways it's a perfect match. While all of that typically crusty and blown out Wolf Eyesian buzz and glitch and ruble and whir is all intact, Always Wrong actually displays a fairly significant shift, not just in sound, but in song writing. Unlike past efforts which tended toward the epic side long abstract noise jams, AW is practically a collection of songs, with vocals playing a much more significant part, sure they still offer up serious shards of skree and dense chunks of jagged buzz, but the manage as always to make their noise MORE than just noise, texture, timbre, mood, melody, and for the first time, SONGS.
The record opens with some electronic buzz and some muffled percussion, and right up front some snarled vox, spitting all kinds of venomous vitriol, over a strangely haunting glitchscape, before finally erupting into a clattery clangy Wolf Eyed Whitehouse jam. Tons of feedback, swooping electronic tones, clipped and stuttery chunks of buzz and squeal, all somehow woven into a lurching, stumbling malfunctioning industrial lumber. But it's the next track where things get really interesting, beginning with another high end squall, the streaks of skree get smoothed into haunting melodies, backing up a drawled gloomy almost Lou Reed sounding vocal, underneath it all a darkly gothic bassline, all murky and buzzy, some crunchy riffage popping up here and there, the whole thing a darkly swirling, but still crunchy and caustic, bit of coldwave, that should definitely please fans of the dark and morose, the brooding and black.
"Broke Order" sounds almost punk rock, crushing crumbling detuned crush, over grinding mechanical rhythms, dense clouds of blurred buzz, and yowled vokills, a lumbering lurching ultra heavy distortion drenched monstrosity, that again, manages to still be weirdly, if just barely, melodic.
The rest of the record drifts druggily between those different sounds, "Pretending Alive" is a slow crawl, of reverbed metallic percussion, jazzy horns, lots of layered amp buzz and tape hiss, spidery disembodied guitars, "We All Hate You", is another strangely post punk post industrial almost new wave sounding jam, more moody vox, heavily effected electronic beats, thick gritty textures, and woozy minor key melodies, finishing off with "Droll / Cut The Dog", starting our downright pretty, long form drones, deep resonant rumbles, tense minor key melodies, very creepy and cinematic, the buzz and glitch kept to a minimum, eventually shifting gears into another sort of industrial coldwave outro, all pounding minimal rhythm, sung spoken vocals, warm washes of washed out hiss, dense tangles of undulating drones, and as always, lots and lots of glorious blown out buzz.
MPEG Stream: "Living Stone"
MPEG Stream: "Broken Order"
MPEG Stream: "Droll / Cut The Dog"

WOODEN BIRDS Magnolia (Barsuk) cd 15.98
As far as we're concerned, Austin's American Analog Set were one of the most underrated indie-rock-pop-emo bands of the late '90s and early '00s. They made some of the most hushed and moody bedroom indie rock we had ever heard, crating the perfect music for lazily relaxing with that special someone, but equally ideal for those lonely nights with only your memories to keep you warm. AAS had the earnest sincerity of Death Cab For Cutie, but also displayed a maturity in sound and scope that appealed to fans of folks like Low and Red House Painters. At the helm of American Analog Set was Andrew Kenney, who possesses one of our favorite voices...just so damn pretty! Soft and comforting and emotive without resorting to whining or typical indie boy tortured mewling. While we were sad to see American Analog Set call it quits a few years back (they should/could have been bigger than The Shins and DCFC!) we were super excited to see that Kenney has a brand new project Wooden Birds, and the Birds' sound pretty much encapsulates everything we loved so much about his old band. Slow and steady, warm melodies tucked tightly into each song, and Kenney's voice sounding as seductive and entrancing as ever. Nothing that Kenny does ever feels forced or heavy handed, he's able to deliver sentimental songs that slowly melt their way into your ears and wrap around your body like that amazing soft blanket you've had since you were little and wouldn't trade for the world. So nice!
MPEG Stream: "False Alarm"
MPEG Stream: "The Other One"
MPEG Stream: "Never Know"

YOUNG WIDOWS / MELT-BANANA Split (Temporary Residence) 7" 5.98
Part two in the Young Widows four part split single series, with cool glossy psychedelic covers that will fit together into one big puzzle, once you have all four. And hell, so far, we can see no reason not to want all of them. The first one, was a split with Bonny Prince Billy, both sides ruled, the YW song in particular, we mentioned that it was way too good to have been left off the record, but here we got again, with another killer jam, that sounds way too good to be an album reject (although you could look at it more as a single A-side!), anyway, Young Widows kick out the super thick, nineties style post/math rock heaviness, all churning bass and pounding rhythms, some scary effected vocals, the sound very Shellac-y, which is in no way a bad thing, short, sharp, heavy as fuck, and catchy as all get out. Beginning to think these guys might be one of the best sort of noise rock bands going.
Teamed up here with Japanese spazz rock legends Melt-Banana, who begin with some awesome progged out rock opera slow build, all skittery drums, squiggly keyboards, epic guitars, which suddenly changes gears and the band are spitting out their instantly recognizable fractured bouncy chipmunky prog pop, this time rife with all manner of wild guitar weirdness, outer space electronics (at least that's what it sounds like, could be more guitar) and some crazy crazy HOOKS!
As always, super limited, number two in the series, another winner, plenty to keep us satiated while we wait for parts 3 and 4!

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BOTTICELLIS Old Home Movies (Rocinante / Antenna Farm) lp 12.98
Such warm, woozy and punchy West Coast pop delivered spot on by this San Francisco band, whose songs are made for that Eternal Summer we all wish we could live in. Their sound reminding us of everyone from the breeziest side of The Kinks, the more at ease moments of The Strokes, a looser Vetiver, a more sun soaked Grizzly Bear, some of that early solo McCartney magic... In other words the Botticellis write some pretty damn great irresistible pop that we can imagine being blasted in the bedroom with the window open so everyone playing in the backyard could soak up these infectious sounds. Pressed on clear vinyl and sounding better and better each time we lay the needle in its grooves.

BRUTAL TRUTH Evolution Through Revolution (Relapse) lp 23.00
Now on Vinyl!
Oh how we love Brutal Truth, and oh how psyched we were to hear about their return. At this point, it's probably more out of the ordinary for a band to NOT get back together, but Brutal Truth were actually one of the few bands we always wished would reunite, and obviously we were not alone.
So how does Evolution Through Revolution stack up to say, Extreme Conditions, or Sounds Of The Animal Kingdom, or even Need To Control, quite possibly our favorite grind record EVER? Well, we're happy to report, as cliched as it sounds, it's like they never left, this is some furious, grinding, hyperspeed metal mayhem, so dense and insanely chaotic and kick ass, and the riffs RULE, usually with bands this fast and fucked the riffs don't matter, but like Discordance Axis, you'll find these jams lodged in your head like crazy. How can music like this be so catchy? It speaks volumes about these guys, it's like they just threw a bunch of instruments into a magic metal blender and out spewed glorious glorious grind.
This is not a proper full band reunion, there's a new guitarist, but it hardly matters, he destroys, definitely holding his own, and of course Rich Hoak's drumming is inhuman and octopoidal and impossibly relentless. And Kevin Sharp, who the fuck knows how that guy even has a voice left after all these years, and it's still AWESOME to behold, not just a brittle shriek, he's got a killer guttural yowl that peels paint. And the band definitely mix it up, slowing it down here and there, getting all doomy on a few tracks, getting seriously BLACK FLAG here and there (check out "Detached", a dead ringer for Rollins era Flag, rife with wild guitar Ginn-isms), a bunch of the songs are seriously poppy, others are harsh and hateful and offer up no melody at all, hell, they even do a Minutemen cover.
We're trying not to gush, but c'mon! Not only has one of our favorite bands EVER finally returned, but this is no half assed walk down memory lane, this record SLAYS, a total fucking full on grind masterpiece.
MPEG Stream: "Sugar Daddy"
MPEG Stream: "Turmoil"
MPEG Stream: "Evolution Through Revolution"
MPEG Stream: "Bob Dylan Wrote Propaganda Songs"
MPEG Stream: "Grind Fidelity"

CLUSTER Grosses Wasser (Bureau) lp 17.98
Now available reissued on vinyl!
The later Cluster records, Grosses Wasser and Curiosum, recorded after the Cluster and Eno collaboration in 1977, often undeservedly get short shrift. Marked by a move back to Berlin to work with former Tangerine Dreamer, Peter Baumann, 1979's Grosses Wasser shows Cluster moving forward expansively in their "nature-man-machine" aesthetic while at the same time harkening back to the unformed melodies of their debut. This album is quite the grower, five short pieces with a nineteen minute closing track that is always a dramatically different listening experience each time we play it. Slippery and evasive, shifting subtlety from oceanic piano passages to lurching bell rhythms, trumpet call and responses, woozy funk, hints of klezmer, machine dub, even whale song, all soaking in an elementally warm haze that only Cluster could conjure. Soooo Nice!!!!!!!
MPEG Stream: "Avanti"
MPEG Stream: "Prothese"
MPEG Stream: "Grosses Wasser"

ETERNAL TAPESTRY Spring Tour 2009 (s/r) cd-r 8.98
So when these guys came into the shop to drop off their newest tour cd-r, we expected to hear more of the usual E-Tap free bluesy psych jamming. And psych-heads be assured there is a fine amount of freak-out guitar and hypnotic, driving drums here, but the Bindemen brothers and their third, Dewey Mahood have reached an all-time best with this one. They seem to have taken a more gritty and punk influenced direction here, instead of bluesy, the riffs are gritty and damaged in a Black Flag meets Wooden Shjips kinda way. Still very cosmic and sprawling, this shit is waaay darker and waaay more heavy then any other E-Tap stuff we've heard to date. There's even some totally unexpected riffs that are borderline stoner doom! Yes! With apathetic, mumbled Dead C type vocals over turning riffage that bleeds with feedback and gnarled fuuuuuzzzzzzz, we're really diggin' this new direction these dudes are headin' in, totally recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Cosmic Dream"
MPEG Stream: "Tree Of Life"

FLOWER-CORSANO DUO Four Aims (VHF) 2lp 17.98
NOW ON VINYL!
We were all ready to hate this, not cuz we don't dig the players, we love Michael Flower (Vibracathedral, Sunroof!) and Chris Corsano is a ruling drummer, it's just that for some reason we thought this was gonna be some of that new fangled indie free jazz, which always leaves us a bit cold. Not sure why, maybe it was the 'duo' thing. But then it's on VHF, home to much of our favorite dronemusic and outrock, and the instrumentation definitely looked like anything but free jazz: Japan banjo, tanpura, organ, melodica, cello and drums. So we figured, okay, what the heck, let's give it a try, and BAM, this totally knocked out socks off and our teeth in, at once exactly what we had hoped for, but something we never would have imagined, some impossible hybrid of frenetic chaotic drumming, and strange super distorted looped melodic mantras, like some impossible sonic hybrid of Mick Barr and Dan Higgs, or Orthrelm covering Zomes, tripped out and psychedelic, wild as fuck, but weirdly hypnotic and totally mesmerizing.
The opener is a mad blowout of wild melodies super distorted and all tangled up, like some strange sped up bagpipe, wound around Corsano's non stop drum workout, the banjo here ends up sounding like the guitars on Amps For Christ records, unfurling intense abstract runs of notes and fragmented melodies, sometimes locking into little trills, other times getting all wavery and woozy, the drums somehow remaining totally free but staying locked in with Flower's wild psych freakouts. It's so inherently chaotic and raw and primal and by all rights should be difficult to listen to, but after a few minutes, we find ourselves totally lost, and we never want it to end.
The follow up is more of a percussive free jam, reminding us of groups like Avarus and Anaksimandros and No Neck and Sunburned Hand, very free, but with the metallic shimmer spreading out over the warm low end whirs and the abstract gamelan like melodies. "The Drifter's Miracles" is the most obviously VHF of the batch, a long languorous slow burning ur-drone, all bowed stings and wheezing organ, very raga like, overtones shifting and beating against one another, bits or percussion clink and clank beneath the gloriously heaving sea of rich lustrous tones, this definitely could be a whole record, as it is, it's easily the most 'listenable' of the bunch.
"The Beginning Of The End" sounds like a field recording of some ritualistic musical performance, the sound muted and lo-fi, a sort of crazed dance, the drums a wild tribal patter, sometimes splatter, Flower again offering up dense tangles and billowing squiggles, there is definitely a free jazz element, but the duo manage to take the loose free drumming, and the manic looped sounding melodies and create a another, sort-of abstract, ultra free ur-drone, it's quite magical actually, the parts are so frenetic and tense and relentless, that it seems impossible that combining them would create something soothing and spiritual, but that's precisely what it does.
The closer, the nearly 18 minute "The Main Ingredient" is like a more jubilant, ebullient version of the record opener, the drums muted and minimal, still skittery and feral, but Flower's banjo weaving magical crystalline shapes in the air, melodies, notes, tones, harmonies, overtones, all shimmering and hovering and looping and stuttering and glistening, total Amps For Christ / Higgs / Orthrelm sun baked lysergic spiritual raga drone free jazz out-rock blowout. So completely heavy, and epic, and dreamlike, and tripped out, and intense and so so beautiful.
MPEG Stream: "I, Brute Force?"
MPEG Stream: "The Drifter's Miracles"
MPEG Stream: "The Main Ingredient"

FRESH & ONLYS Debut LP (Castle Face) lp 11.98
We FINALLY got enough lps of this pop jam to list the vinyl:
There is something so self assured about the Fresh & Onlys sound, that really makes them seem like wise old sages in a garage rock scene full of impressionable younguns and wannabe hipsters. Luckily these guys aren't burnt out folks at all, as the sounds they crank out are pretty damn fresh sounding, with enough muscle to hammer those pop chops home, with confidence and enough melody to keep things so entertaining and super rocking. While there are some similarities to label mates Ty Segall and Thee Oh Sees, there is also an almost old school punk aesthetic a la Mission Of Burma at play in these songs as well as psychedelic undertones that help make the Fresh & Onlys the perfect soundtrack for a nice and drunk and slightly stoned sunny afternoon barbecue.
With a lineup that includes members of Skygreen Leopards, Black Fiction, and 3 Leafs you can hear the excitement in these short blasts of songs as they are so much different in sound and scope then what most of these folks usually crank out.
MPEG Stream: "Feelings In My Heart"
MPEG Stream: "Imaginary Friends"
MPEG Stream: "Shattered Moon"

GORDON, MICHAEL [Purgatorio] Popopera (Cantaloupe Music) cd ep 5.98
Best known as one of the cofounders and directors of the great Bang On A Can new music festival in New York, Michael Gordon is also a pretty damn great composer in his own right. Performed by a guitar ensemble led by Emio Greco, this twenty minute composition finds Gordon channeling the likes of New York avant powerhouses like Glen Branca and Rhys Chatham. Sounds that conjure images of rushing waves, cascading waterfalls and thundering eruptions. [Purgatorio] Popopera has the range to appeal to not just classical music fans, but also folks into dramatic and exquisite post-rock like Mogwai and Explosions In The Sky, albeit perhaps with a slightly more avant-garde influence. Cool stuff, and cheap too.
MPEG Stream: "[Purgatorio] Popopera"

GROUPER / PUMICE split (self-released) 7" 7.50
So this past spring Grouper and Pumice graced New Zealand with a small tour, and we were lucky enough to track down a few of the highly limited splits they brought along. Grouper's side is a hazy, dream-like offering of her Way Their Crept type drugged out drone-pop. And Pumice's side is not unlike the material on the recent Quo album. Both previously unreleased tracks for these bedroom pop heavyweights, limited to 500 copies, don't even think about missing out on this one!

GUIDED BY VOICES Alien Lanes (Matador) lp 16.98
An undisputed classic GBV album now reissued on vinyl!
Alien Lanes was the band's eighth full length originally released fourteen years ago in March of 1995 (and twelve years into their GBV career! Geez!). If their Bee Thousand album the previous year won the hearts of indie kids around the globe, this one sealed the deal in indelible ink. Lo-fi indie rock hugely indebted to the Beatles and Big Star that juggled shambling garage rawk psychedelics and odd bedroom 4-track recorded puppy love pop songs. The latter, as obtuse and cryptic as they may initially seem, still find their way and root themselves firmly into your heart and head. Messy, noisy and clumsy at time, but absolutely addictive and endearing in their untethered rock pop abandon. Alien Lanes' whopping 28 song track count and the songs' time lengths (ranging from a mere 18 seconds to just shy of three minutes) were a clear foreshadowing of the unbelievably prolific song output of Pollard, Sprout and Co., as well as their ability to nail a sentiment in under a minute. Awesome!

HOLLOWAY, IAN & DARREN TATE Wet Rat Year (Quiet World) cd-r 13.98
Eccentric British dronescapists Ian Holloway and Darren Tate (formerly of Ora, currently of Monos) have collaborated in the past on a very sublime album called Summerland which also featured the field recordings of Banks Bailey. This one is more in keeping with Tate's progressive-leaning explorations of cosmic synthesis and guitar meanderings; although it has to be said that we've never heard either Banks or Holloway venture closer to the guttural psychedelic splotches of guitar (with Keiji Haino and Casper Brotzmann being those who immediately come to mind). Low thrumming drones with sawtooth, pink noises sliding into the mix open the Wet Rat Year with periodic punctuations of amp feedback and splattered noises from guitar strings scraped by pieces of metal. Spooky, expressionist stuff. On one of the later untitled tracks, throbbing distorted loops undulate below a cascade of synthetic tones, caught in a perpetual descent as if tumbling out of the sky; and the very next track takes a similar compositional approach with darker results brought on by grizzled guitar, modulated shortwave and a more pronounced rhythm to the underlying loops.
This is one of those micro-editions jointly released by Holloway through his Quiet World imprint and by Tate through Fungal. Only 75 copies made, and they're already out of print at both sources... meaning these copies are all that we will get!
MPEG Stream: "Track 1"
MPEG Stream: "Track 3"
MPEG Stream: "Track 4"

KAZUTOKI, UMEZU Plays The Enka (Doubtmusic) cd 17.98
The concept here is as straightforward as the title, though it might require some explaining for the average Westerner. Kazutoki Umezu is a Japanese jazz saxophone improviser, perhaps best known to us for his collaborations with Ruins. He also had a disc on the Knitting Factory label a long time ago. Enka is kind of the Japanese cultural equivalent of American country or blues music, a traditional song style much beloved by the quote-unquote common folk, songs about life and love from a proletarian perspective. It's not normally intended for instrumental, jazz-inflected saxophone performance, but the talented "Doctor" Umezu takes enka and makes it his own, delivering emotional, intricate, and sometimes quite energetic interpretations of 14 enka standards as solos on alto and soprano sax, also clarinet and bass-clarinet.
Minor key, melancholic, and so very melodic, this is a quite beautiful synthesis of Umezu's Japanese roots with his "foreign" love for jazz (hardly foreign in Japan, of course, which is home to a happenin' jazz scene). The unavoidably "lonely" cry of Umezu's unaccompanied reeds well evokes the mood we expect enka often conveys. We're not exactly jazz experts, so probably many better comparisons could be made, but this reminds us a bit of the work of the late great Albert Ayler, due to Ayler's penchant for the use of folk motifs in his free jazz compositions. Recommended to anyone into sax solos for sure, especially sad ones.
While this doesn't boast a special die-cut cover like that Sim+Otomo disc we highlighted last list, it's still housed in quite a handsome looking digipack as is always the case due to Doubtmusic label's tasteful packaging aesthetic. The inner sleeve includes English language liner notes all about enka to help listeners understand what Umezu is up to here, giving a bit of context that the lack of lyrics may or may not leave necessary.
MPEG Stream: "Karajishi Botan"
MPEG Stream: "Yume Wa Yoru Hiraku"
MPEG Stream: "Sone Komei"

KHAN JAMAL CREATIVE ARTS ENSEMBLE, THE Drumdance To The Motherland (EM) lp 22.00
Finally available on vinyl! We reviewed a cd reissue of this a while back (which is still available) and we can say that this vinyl version is an improvement in at least one respect, the cover art! Presumably the wild red, yellow and black abstact design on this sleeve is from the original. It's looks a lot better than the 'dancing people' art they used for cd edition, which was so bad it provided the hook to our review back then:
"Whatever you do, don't let the godawful cover art fool you. This is not some crappy new age cd you'd buy in an art gallery in New Mexico, while picking up some healing crystals. This is some seriously demented, gloriously inspired outsider free jazz abstract psychedelic dub tribal weirdness. You'd never know from the cover though. A super cheesy crayon drawing of the band beneath some pyramids... ugh. Inside there's a bad ass photo of the band, killer afros, leather jackets, cravat, one guy holding a flute, leaning against a wall, looking ready to unleash some seriously cosmic musical might. Had that picture been on the cover you'd know exactly what you were getting into. Cuz this is indeed some seriously cosmic shit."
We then went on to say...
Released originally in 1973 in a run of 300 copies, this disc by vibraphonist Khan Jamal has become a jazz head free music freak holy grail. And it's easy to see why. A heady mix of vibes, marimba, clarinet, drums, glockenspiel, guitar, bass and percussion. But it's all about the drums. These four lengthy tracks are all about rhythm. If the opener doesn't totally blow your mind, there is something seriously wrong. A completely effect drenched burst of free jazz drum splatter, careening and echoing all over the place, horns bleating, reverberating into infinity, adding more tripped out percussive swirl to the already chaotic soundfield. Eventually the drums drift off, and the track morphs into some dizzying glockenspiel marimba jam, all tinkle and shimmer, still drifting in swirls of FX and random clatter. This track alone makes this disc essential. But it's only the beginning.
The second track is like a supercharged, blown out, extended version of the opener, just with more horns and a more obvious rhythm. A groovy free jazz drum jam, beneath skronking horns, shouting and hand clapping, reverb drenched horns, a total wild and wooly free for all, before the marimba comes in, and things coalesce into a slightly less abstract funky free jazz percussion blow out. So good.
Track three is the most subtle of the bunch, but that in no way means it's any less weird or tripped out. A droney bass line, some jazzy smokey guitar, all beneath a dense swirl of percussive shakers, wrapped in tons of FX, a sort of dubbed out ambient jazz. A slow mellow groove that sort of drifts and slithers, occasionally bits of freaky effects float by, but for the most part it's all late night mellowness, a slow stroll through a moonlit alley, or hold up in the dark corner of some alien jazz bar.
The final track takes the smokey moonlit ambience of track three and gives it the King Tubby treatment, Sounds are dubbed to kingdom come, melodies become distorted and crumble into pieces before they're sent careening into the ether, drums shuffle and stutter, occasionally being propelled dubwise, the whole thing sounding like some Wes Montgomery b-side produced by Lee Perry. A supreme, super laid back dub drenched free jazz freakout of the highest order.
In fact this whole disc is some sort of cosmic dub drenched free jazz from beyond. Some seriously Sun Ra meets King Tubby in the great hereafter shit. A divine jam session transmitted through some mysterious sound system and captured on tape.
Totally and completely mindblowing.
MPEG Stream: "Cosmic Echoes"
MPEG Stream: "Drum Dance"

LAZARUS BLACKSTAR Tomb Of Internal Winter (Future Noise) cd 12.98
With a name like Lazarus Blackstar, we were sort of expecting something a bit more polished, it definitely has a nu-metal or modern rock ring to it, but holy shit, nothing could be further from the truth. LB are purveyors of some of the crustiest, filthiest, heaviest sludge doom we've heard in ages. Featuring a who's who of British sludge / punk / crust / metal royalty (including at least one member of the legendary Sore Throat) these guys are broooootal. Massive, thick downtuned chug, crushing drum pound, a vocalist who sounds like he's spitting out vital organs with every anguished guttural roar, definitely hearing some Eyehategod, Grief, Bongzilla and that sort of thing, but the band bring some weirdness, like in the opening track, when after trudging through some seriously glacial black tar buzz, a guitar line soars from beneath the murk, tracing out a weirdly warm and buzzy and almost major key melody over the lurching lumber below. "Son Of Sorrow" slows it down even more, veering into some serious Bunkur / Moss / Monarch territory, before launching into an Electric Wizardly, almost stonery groove. The closer "Victim Of The Clergy", superimposes some demonic growling over a haunting hymn, the hammer falls and the song erupts in a slow negative trudge, the vocals this time punkish and yelped. There are some fucked up samples, some weird ambient percussion, like the sound of water dripping, or echoey footsteps, but the riff and the drums pound away, relentlessly, as various voices hover over the top, finally dropping out and finishing with a priest offering absolution. Heavy as fuck. Definitely need to track down the full lengths....
MPEG Stream: "Tomb Of Internal Winter"
MPEG Stream: "Son Of Sorrow"

ORCHESTRE POLY-RHYTHMO DE COTONOU The Vodoun Effect: 1972-1975 (Analog Africa) 2lp 27.00
Now available on vinyl!
One of our favorite cuts from the recent African Scream Contest compilation was from the Benin based Orchestre Poly-Rythmo De Contonou, a stellar Afro-funk collective that in various line-ups recorded over 500 tracks between 1970-1985. This is part one of a planned two volume release, this one focusing on a prolific string of singles released on various private labels between 1972-1975. As the story goes, the band were signed to a major African label and recorded at a high quality studio (which will be the focus of the second volume), but while the label head was away on business, the band would take matters into their own hands, recording various singles for small independent labels, often at people's homes with only one microphone for the singer and the band in a close semi-circle behind him. The sound quality with such limitations is actually quite amazing and really displays the group's tight -knit musicianship. Like Fela Kuti's legendary band, the Orchestre Poly-Rythmo De Cotonou deal in heavy James Brown inspired Afro-funk, but more centered on guitars and organ than the horn section. This is one of the best and most consistent anthologies of West African music from a single group we've seen in these parts all year! Highest recommendation!
MPEG Stream: "Mi Homlan Dadale"
MPEG Stream: "Mi Ni Non Kpo"
MPEG Stream: "Iya Me Dji Ki Bi Ni"

PACK A.D., THE Funeral Mixtape (Mint) cd 16.98
Barebones garage blues rock will never go outta style. The musical style's core balance of simplicities and rudimentaries make it fairly to easy for bands to get started. Likewise, that primal, from the gut quality is also a major part of the reason why its appeal is so immediate. Without question it's super fun to play, but just as elusive to really nail. Seems each year brings another revival. There'll always be a fresh bunch of upstart ne'er do wells to carry on the torch - especially in the wake of the White Stripes, The Black Keys and their legions of copycats - but just as many who soon falter and fall off the radar. That said, it seems like there's been enough breathing room for the Vancouver female duo The Pack A.D. to stomp out its own genuine garage grit in mighty fine form. Funeral Mixtape is their remarkably razor sharp and composed live-to-tape sophomore album. Their stripped down instrumentation of electric guitar and drums surely make it a breeze to play every nook'n'cranny on the road, and they've tirelessly done so! As a result singer/guitarist Becky Black and drummer Maya Miller have their chops pretty darn tuned into each other's. Be forewarned, initially from their press photos we thought they resembled a leather-clad Indigo Girls, but these ladies are an altogether different brooding beast. A few soulfully expressive phrases out of Black's lips made that perfectly clear. Funeral Mixtape is a fierce, loose rocker peppered with plenty of raw nerves and open wounds. Far more unrelenting than their piano interlude laced debut full length Tintype of only a few months earlier! Plenty of smokin' stomp, raunch and swagger.
Psst, we've also just gotten in a few other new and new-to-us titles on this fine Vancouver indie label by Neko Case's early band Maow, The Awkward Stage, Buttless Chaps and Immaculate Machine!
MPEG Stream: "Blackout"
MPEG Stream: "Don't Have To Like You"

PEACHES I Feel Cream (XL) cd 12.98
Oh dirty, sassy, strong Miss Peaches is back with another clutch of sweaty and sexy dancefloor jams. By this point you probably know where you stand with Peaches and those of us already in love with her mischievous and intoxicating sounds are finding lots to delight us on I Feel Cream. While not hugely different than past releases, Cream does have a slightly shinier production (courtesy of Simian Mobile Disco and Digitalism) and there are a few tracks where Peaches sings full on and proves to have a pretty good singing voice. But fear not, she still gets down and dirty and keeps most of the rhythms and beats primitive and stripped down. It's a perfect blend of the new sleeker Peaches with the more raw dancefloor roots of her great debut Teaches Of Peaches from almost a decade ago. We would rather hear this blasting over the airwaves than Lady Ga Ga anytime! While AQ staffers have been pretty split over the years on Peaches (she does tend to create a love or hate response) those of us who love her sound and what she does, what she stands for, and the music she makes, are feeling pretty damn good about I Feel Cream.
MPEG Stream: "Serpentine"
MPEG Stream: "Mommy Complex"
MPEG Stream: "Lose You"

PEACHES I Feel Cream (XL) lp 16.98
Oh dirty, sassy, strong Miss Peaches is back with another clutch of sweaty and sexy dancefloor jams. By this point you probably know where you stand with Peaches and those of us already in love with her mischievous and intoxicating sounds are finding lots to delight us on I Feel Cream. While not hugely different than past releases, Cream does have a slightly shinier production (courtesy of Simian Mobile Disco and Digitalism) and there are a few tracks where Peaches sings full on and proves to have a pretty good singing voice. But fear not, she still gets down and dirty and keeps most of the rhythms and beats primitive and stripped down. It's a perfect blend of the new sleeker Peaches with the more raw dancefloor roots of her great debut Teaches Of Peaches from almost a decade ago. We would rather hear this blasting over the airwaves than Lady Ga Ga anytime! While AQ staffers have been pretty split over the years on Peaches (she does tend to create a love or hate response) those of us who love her sound and what she does, what she stands for, and the music she makes, are feeling pretty damn good about I Feel Cream.
MPEG Stream: "Serpentine"
MPEG Stream: "Mommy Complex"
MPEG Stream: "Lose You"

PLANKTON WAT Visions Of Otherness (Blackest Rainbow) cd-r 8.98
The UK's Blackest Rainbow brings us another offering of wispy acoustic guitar wanderings, this time from Dewey Mahood, guitarist for Portland's Eternal Tapestry, who recently rolled through the shop and dropped off a bundle of goodies. Mr. Mahood takes his solo endeavor to unexplored dim, gloomy territory with Visions of Otherness, a fog shrouded offering of deep drones layered under somber finger picked forestscapes. Creepy weirdo slide guitar and ritualistic percussion, flutes calling from the deep mountains, Visions of Otherness beautifully recalls the dense woodlands and foggy mornings of Portland. Super cool stuff if you're a fan of woodsy drone music and creepy acoustic downer-folk. And don't forget, this cd-r comes in a limited edition of 200 and will be gone before you know it, so don't miss it!
MPEG Stream: "Drifter Blues"
MPEG Stream: "Visions Of Otherness"

PORTAL Seepia (Crush Until Madness) picture disc lp 16.98
BACK IN STOCK, and now that the cd version of this grim twisted Canadian death metal oddity is out of print, this here picture disc is the only available version. It's a super striking picture disc housed in a nice thick full color sleeve. And of course, like most things of this ilk, somewhat limited. Here're what we had to say about Seepia when we reviewed the cd:
Gorgeous and long overdue reissue of this out of print death metal classic from Australia. But don't let the words death metal throw you. We're not huge fans of straight up death metal either. But this is anything but straight up. In fact this is most definitely one of the weirdest, most damaged death metal records we have ever heard. From the same label that brought us the truly bizarre WOLD record from a few lists back, this is sort of along the same lines as the no-wave death metal of Gorguts' classic Obscura record, Portal takes traditional death metal and douses it in chaotic noise, twisting the arrangements into serpentine blurs, so fast and furious that it almost becomes a buzzy blurry drone, any faster and it would be a full on noise record, like Total or Skullflower playing death metal maybe. But then on top of that, replace all the standard downtuned DM riffs with impossibly manic squiggly Black Flag like riffing, sounding quite a bit like little metal spiders running up and down the neck of the guitars. Riffs and squeals of feedback shooting out like bolts of lightning, the drumming impossibly complex and blasting away beneath the churning ocean of writhing riffs, the vocals just another squirming barely discernible presence amidst the super distorted tangle of metallic riffing and blasting drums. Sometimes all the disparate sounds lock into weird metallic stuttering loops, buzzing and repeating hypnotically. And every once in a while the metal dissipates into gorgeous, gauzy, ambient drones, whirring and shimmering, like old machinery and black and white films, backwards loops, strange pitch shifts and gritty industrial percussion, a dizzying swirl of abstract sound, very reminiscent of Jeck or Basinski, but those respites are brief and are soon swallowed up by further waves of Portal's confounding crush.
MPEG Stream: "Glumurphonel"
MPEG Stream: "Tempis Fugit"

SENTIERI SELVAGGI Plays Gavin Bryars & Philip Glass (Cantaloupe) cd ep 5.98
If you're gonna tackle the works of Gavin Bryars and Philip Glass you better be capable of doing it right, exploring the beautiful restrained sounds of the originals, while managing to add something new to the music, and Sentieri Selvaggi are very much up to that task with this simmering and lovely short two track ep on which they perform one composition by Bryars ("Sub Rosa") and one by Glass ("Facades"). In many ways Sentieri Selvaggi are the Italian equivalent of the Kronos Quartet, not so much in sound but in spirit, and their mission seems to be bringing engaging, challenging and soaring contemporary music to ears who might not otherwise be exposed to those remarkable sounds. Fans of equally beautiful and moody music makers like Sylvain Chauveau, Erik Enocksson, or Rachels, will find these two tracks hit that same sublime spot.
MPEG Stream: "Sub Rosa"
MPEG Stream: "Façades"

TAIGA REMIANS / RV PAINTINGS Split LP (Blackest Rainbow) lp 17.98
Blackest Rainbow has been pretty damn consistent in their survey of the pharmacologically tainted realm of dronemusik, releasing great albums from Aidan Baker, Barn Owl, Elm, Tom Carter, Jazzfinger, more recently that Bong / Quttinirpaaq split, and certainly this incredible split between Taiga Remains and RV Paintings. The former is the work of Alex Cobb, who also runs the equally great label Students Of Decay; and the latter is a side project of the Starving Weirdos. Both sides of the LP dwell heavily upon reverb saturation grafted onto acoustic dronings from various sources - probably guitar, certainly some bells, maybe a long-stringed instrument. Such is a typical strategy for RV Paintings, but is somewhat novel for Taiga Remains, whose driftscape sensibility tends more towards the smooth surface arcing for tone and harmony. If Blackest Rainbow hadn't etched the names of each artist into the surface of the wax, you'd have a 50 percent chance of guessing who was doing each side. Perhaps Cobb was deliberately trying to coax more of a RV Paintings sound from his gear and vice versa. The major difference in these two sides only becomes apparent when RV Paintings begins to gently tap across sheet metal, gongs, and a drum kit a la Eddie Prevost from AMM. The drone is still the central feature, and the percussive serves to levitate and propel the drone forward. Really great stuff found here, and limited to a mere 400 copies.

TONIUTTI, GIANCARLO La Mutazione (Klanggalerie) cd 21.00
Giancarlo Toniutti has certainly increased his activity around the turn of 2009, having released two new compositions after going almost a decade between records; and now, he's authorized a hefty overview of his early work, with a forthcoming boxset on Vinyl-On-Demand and this cd reissue of La Mutazione, originally released on Broken Flag back in 1985. Toniutti is earnestly long-winded in his academic defense of his work, speaking in highly technical terms and with willfully obscure references (i.e. the semio-cosmologist Rene Thom and the idiosyncrasies of the Athabascan dialect, seriously); and cd booklet of La Mutazione comes with a signature essay from the man on how this work came to be and what theoretical ideas revolve around these sounds.
The three tracks on this disc (the two original cuts on the LP and a unreleased bonus track) harken to
the early '80s as Toniutti darkened of cosmic electronics from the likes of Cluster, Tangerine Dream, and Conrad Schnitzler through the lens of Whitehouse, Nurse With Wound, and Throbbing Gristle. At the time, Toniutti had just matriculated from the Conservatory of Venice with a heady amount of education in Stockhausen, Schaefer, etc. These three musical poles come together in this dark, dark, dark construction of layered static, analog synth explorations, and even some field recording. The totemically named track "The Tree" situates upon an oppressive drone of low frequencies scraped by waves of radio static, which parallels the early work of John Duncan in many ways. Throughout "The Tree," Toniutti injects a lugubrious bubbling of synthetic notes with similarities to the untrained atonalism that Maurizio Bianchi had grafted to the cancerous power electronics of Regel and Das Testament from the early '80s. Those same synth notes snap into a morose two note melody on the aptly named "Nekrose," which is even darker in atmosphere and creepy intensity than the first. The bonus track "Apoplettica" is a darkened delay exploration with clanking loops and unsettled harmonic drones that foreshadows the guttural psychedelic blackening that Mark McGuire alludes to in Emeralds.
A triumph back then, and a triumph now.
MPEG Stream: "The Tree"
MPEG Stream: "Nekrose"
MPEG Stream: "Apoplettica"

WEEDEATER God Luck And Good Speed (Southern Lord) lp 16.98
NOW AVAILABLE ON VINYL!!!
Even being the sort of person who knows almost nothing about drugs, I do know the usual preferred delivery method for pot is inhalation, not ingestion (to the lungs, not the stomach). Not that you can't cook it up in a brownie, but the guys in Weedeater sound like they just shovel handfuls of weed straight into their gaping jaws, like some sort of drug crazed harvesting machine, or like a stoner rock engineer dumping coal into the engine of a locomotive, which makes sense, as it's obvious these guys need enough weed to power the relentless, downtuned, full bore stoner metal crush found on God Luck And Good Speed.
A relative stoner rock institution, Dixie Dave and company have been spewing their filthy, crusty, blown out, drug rock for going on 10+ years now, and before that Dixie fronted the equally heavy and even crustier Buzzov-en, so this man knows his way around a stoney riff and a druggy groove, and this shit sounds just as good now as it did a decade ago, and I don't even smoke pot. So I can only imagine how amazing this must sound highŠ
But even NOT high, Weedeater destroy! Like some impossible crossbreeding experiment gone hellishly wrong, one part Eyehategod, one part Sleep, one part Corrosion Of Conformity, one part Bongzilla, guitars tuned so low the strings drag along the ground, amps stacked so high, they need a ladder to crank those knobs to 11. The vocals a harsh demonic mewl, almost more black metal than stoner metal, the drums simple but massive.
Recorded mostly by Steve Albini, except for one track by CoC's Mike Dean, and that track is the weirdest of the bunch, just bass, banjo and baritone crooning, a creepy stoner country ballad, which somehow sounds right at home amidst the crushing low slung heaviness surrounding it on all sides.
Plus song titles like "Wizard Fight", "Weedmonkey" and they even cover Skynyrd's "Gimme Back My Bullets"!
MPEG Stream: "God Luck And Good Speed"
MPEG Stream: "Alone"
MPEG Stream: "Gimme Back My Bullets"

WIRE, THE #304 June 2009 magazine 9.98
Hey remember when The Wire was basically a jazz magazine? This issue's cover star Ornette Coleman harks back to those days for the UK's number 1 new music magazine. Inside, there's the usual eclectic array of coverage, from The Shadow Ring's Graham Lambkin to Korean-American avant vocalist Bora Yoon to AQ faves COMUS!! Plus guitarist Andy Moor from The Ex does the Invisible Jukebox, there's a scene report from the desert of Yemen, and of course plenty of stuff gets reviewed... yessir, another fine issue of The Wire.

XASTHUR All Reflections Drained (Hydra Head) cassette 10.98
BACK IN STOCK! LAST 10 COPIES (the label saved us some). Better get it now, or never, though...
We almost sold out of these after only a few days, without even reviewing / listing it, but then it IS a new Xasthur record, and it IS a super limited (500 copies) cassette version, and cassette means cult, in a cool oversized clamshell case, with original artwork by Hildolf from Draugar, and inside, it also contains a photocopied booklet, 3 pins and a patch! So yeah, no real surprise that those flew out of here. We did manage to get a handful more of these, but seeing as how these have been selling pretty much nonstop, who knows how long they'll last.
Beyond all that stuff, we're pretty psyched for sure. Finally, a new record from Xasthur, aka Malefic, a one man doom-ed depressive black metal machine, whose last release, Defective Epitaph was a huge hit around these parts, due in no small part to the shift from drum machine to actual drums, no programmed beats, actual kit bashing rhythms courtesy of Malefic himself, and the result was pretty stellar, creating a sound even more raw and murky and lo-fi than past efforts, but no less bleak or introspective or amazing. So now comes All Reflections Drained, soon to come on double lp, and we would assume cd, but for now available only in the very old school, very metal, and very kult kassette format. And it's very much a continuation of Defective Epitaph, from moment one, the sound boomy and reverb drenched, echoey and WAY lo-fi, loping doomy guitars, stumbling midtempo drums, and then WOAH, the sound shifts, and the drums double time it under a layer of thick low end dramatic piano, creating some strange Skepticismy drift, over the relentlessly buzzing blackness below. The mix is REALLY weird, fractured and gloriously fucked up, the sounds shifting and merging into one another, the songs too, woozy and warped and seasick sounding and a bit waltzy, the drum sound super raw and distant and for the most part buried in the mix, minus some flurries of kick drum that practically explode. The guitars are washed out and melancholic, lumbering doomily through hazy clouds of muted buzz and soft focus hiss, lots of creeped out ambience, and dark soundscaping, way less of a focus on vocals, in fact several songs in, and we barely noticed any, minus some far off clean crooning and some rumbled mutterings, the usual blackened harsh rasps seemingly lost in the swirling off kilter mix.
If anything this record is a logical extension of the direction Malefic had been taking the sound of Xasthur, like a Defective Epitaph part two maybe, but somehow quite a bit doomier, and WAY weirder, more spaced out and experimental, with a serious focus on dark brooding non-metal parts, hints of slowcore and drone abound, some parts are downright orchestral, and the sound is definitely even murkier and mysterious than ever, dripping with buzz and tape hiss, blown out low end (that sounds like a tuba or something similar) and thick crumbling distortion, but fear not troo grim hordes, it's still plenty depressive and dolorous, minor key and epic, miserable and moody, gorgeously buzzy and bafflingly brilliant.
Again, LIMITED TO 500 COPIES!!! And these will probably disappear FAST... To be sure, there will be a vinyl and perhaps cd version coming out eventually, but they won't be as kvlt as this!

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V/A A Psychedelic Guide To Monsterism Island (Lo Recordings) cd 14.98
For those of you not familiar with Monster Island, it's an imaginary land, created by artist Pete Fowler, filled with Technicolor cartoon monsters, bats, Yeti's, sea serpents, as well as a strange group of long haired residents, from grungy space rock musicians, to antlered rednecks, Fowler's art so dreamy and trippy and far out (and even sports some Fowler tattoos!!). A few years ago, there was another Monster Island compilation, that one was more focused on free folk and acid psych, perfectly complimenting Fowlers druggy land of wonder. Somehow, this second comp, is equally apt, exploring a whole different sound, and we can only assume, a whole different side of the island, and thus of course a bunch of new and fascinating beasts and mysterious folks...
Monsterism Island, at least sonically, is some imaginary haven of carefree, melty bliss and this is the freaky soundtrack to that wonderful world. The vibe this time around is some sort of really cool late '80s/early '90s video game soundtrack, lots of bloops and bleeps and skittery beats, imagine maybe a more tripped out, woozy and breezy soundtrack to Sonic The Hedgehog. The sound is all over the map, from colorful dreamy electronica, to groove heavy jazz to soft-psychedelic shimmer. Occasionally we're also reminded of Boards Of Canada as well as some obscure library music (makes sense that Johnny Trunk has a track on here!). We could have done without some of the 'goofy' spoken interludes and it does get a bit smooth sailin' in a party love boat kind of way, but still a nice fun ride for sure, then again, what would you expect a world of kaleidoscopic weirdness and wildly prismatic landscapes, groovy mystery bands and a wild array of wee beasties to sound like anyway?! Cool packaging too, featuring some of Fowlers gorgeous artwork.
So strap on the headphones, throw this in the stereo and head here:
http://www.monsterism.net/
And let yourself get WAY lost...
MPEG Stream: MONSTERS AT WORK "Magic Morning"
MPEG Stream: JONNY TRUNK "Nest We Forget"
MPEG Stream: LUKE VIBERT "Silver Snorse Hotel"

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KRAFTWERK And The Electronic Revolution (Sexy Intellectual) dvd 21.00
It goes without saying that Kraftwerk is one of the most influential groups in pop music history, their influence having touched pretty much every style of music to come since. In the wake of the psychedelic explosion of the late '60s and early '70s, the group's obsessively precise music set them apart from everything else. In a sea of guitar based rock bands, the strange, machine like rhythms and pioneering use of synthesizers made clear to the world that their was nothing remotely rock n' roll about Kraftwerk's approach to music. The albums produced during their classic period (generally recognized from 1974's Autobahn to 1980's Computer World) still sound without precedent, coming across as emotionally detached, yet extremely melodic and melancholy. Of course, nobody could have just created that sound out of thin air, and before venturing into such revolutionary territory, Kraftwerk evolved from the exceptionally fertile experimental German music scene of the early 1970s. Band leaders Ralf Hutter and Florian Schneider established an aesthetic that separated Kraftwerk from their contemporaries, creating a mystique that remains to this day.
This well researched documentary takes a deservedly scholarly approach to Dusseldorf's legendary Man Machine, charting their path from the pre-Kraftwerk group, Organisation, to their implosion in the mid 1980s. Despite percussionist Karl Bartos being the only member of Kraftwerk open to interview, well informed journalists and key figures from the German scene are able to shed as much light as we'll probably ever see, given the group's notorious standoffishness.
The downside to this film is its lack of actual Kraftwerk performances (check out YouTube for some truly remarkable footage), and at 180 minutes, it may be a bit much for the casual observer. Krautrock obsessives, however, will find much to love.

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AKRON / FAMILY "Set 'Em Wild, Set 'Em Free" (Dead Oceans) cd/2lp 14.98/17.98
BASINSKI, WILLIAM "92982" (Musex International) cd 14.98
BIG BUSINESS "Mind The Drift" (Hydrahead) cd 13.98
BLACK MATH HORSEMAN "Wylit" (Tee Pee) cd 14.98
BLACK PUS "Down Down Da Drain / Bark Of The Tree" (Skulltones / Corleone) 7" 9.98
BLACKOUT BEACH "Skin Of Evil" (Soft Abuse) cd 14.98
BLACULA "OST" (Rev-Ola) cd 16.98
BOXCUTTER "Arecibo Message" (Planet-Mu) cd/2lp 14.98/17.98
BROUGHTON BAND, EDGAR "Demons At The Beeb" (Hux) cd 19.98
CANDLEMASS "Death Magic Doom" (Nuclear Blast) cd 15.98
COHEN, LEONARD "Live Songs" (Sundazed) lp 21.00
COHEN, LEONARD "New Skin For The Old Ceremony" (Sundazed) lp 21.00
COHEN, LEONARD "Songs From A Room" (Sundazed) lp 21.00
COHEN, LEONARD "Songs Of Love And Hate" (Sundazed) lp 21.00
COLTRANE, ALICE "Huntington Ashram Monastery" (Impulse) lp 15.98
CONGREGACION "Viene..." (Disco Es Cultura) lp 29.00
CRIPPLED BLACK PHOENIX "200 Tons Of Back Luck" (Invada) cd 15.98
DISTANCE "Repercussions" (Planet Mu) 2cd 16.98
DOUBLE DAGGER "More" (Thrill Jockey) cd/lp 14.98/15.98
EARLE, STEVE "Townes" (New West) cd 16.98
EAST OF EDEN "Snafu" (Esoteric Recordings) cd 23.00
EBTEKAR, ATA AND THE IRANIAN ORCHESTRA FOR NEW MUSIC "Performing Works Of Alireza Mashayekhi" (Sub Rosa) cd 16.98
ECHTRA "A War For Wonder" (20 Buck Spin) cd 13.98
EDLING, LEIF "Songs Of Torment Songs Of Joy" (Candlelight) cd 14.98
EMTIDI "Saat" (Lion Productions) cd 14.98
FIELD, THE "Yesterday And Today" (Kompakt) cd/2lp+cd 15.98/19.98
FRIDGE "Early Output 1996-1998" (Temporary Residence) cd 14.98
FRODUS "Conglomerate International" (Tooth & Nail) 2lp 24.00
FURUSAWA, RYOJIRO & KAN MIKAMI "Tin" (PSF) cd 22.00
GALACTIC RAMBLE "A Peregrination Through British Rock, Pop, Folk, And Jazz Of The 1960's And 1970's" (Fox Cote Books) book 57.00
GEORGE-EDWARDS GROUP, THE "38:38" (Galactic Zoo / Drag City) lp 16.98
GREY WOLVES, THE "Judgement" (Hospital) cd 14.98
GROUP DOUEH "Treeg Salaam" (Sublime Frequencies) lp 25.00
HAACK, BRUCE "Hush Little Robot" (Q.D.K) lp 17.98
HARVEY MILK "The Singles" (Relapse) 2lp 26.00
HAZLEWOOD, LEE "Movin' On" (Ace) cd 13.98
HENRIKSEN, ARVE "Cartography" (ECM) cd 16.98
HIGH RISE "Psychedelic Speed Freaks Live 1986" (PSF) dvd 27.00
HYPNOTIC BRASS ENSEMBLE "Alyo / Flipside" (Honest Jons) 10" 12.98
IRONSWORD "Overlords Of Chaos" (Shadow Kingdom) cd 12.98
J DILLA "Dillanthology 1" (Rapster) cd 14.98
KHANATE "Clean Hands Go Foul" (Hydrahead) picture disc 27.00
KOZELEK, MARK "Lost Verses" (Caldo Verde) cd 13.98
KRONOS QUARTET "Floodplain" (Nonesuch) cd 14.98
LADY SOVEREIGN "Jigsaw" (Midget Records) cd 11.98
LAZARUS "Trickster" (St. Ives) lp 14.98
LIQUORBALL W/ STEVE MACKAY "Evolutionary Squalor" (Rocketship Records) lp 15.98
MAHIKARI "s/t" (Birdman) lp 14.98
MARTYN "Great Lengths" (3024) cd 16.98
MUELLER, JON "Physical Changes" (Radium) lp+cd+dvd 25.00
NEGURA BUNGET "Maiastru Sfetnic" (Lupus Lounge) cd 15.98
NEGURA BUNGET "Sala Molksa" (Lupus Lounge) 2cd 17.98
NEW ROCK SYNDICATE "From The Dream" (Purifiva) cd-r 8.98
OFEGE "Try And Love" (Acadamy) cd/lp 15.98/19.98
OFERMOD "Tiamtu" (Ajna) cd 15.98
OGRE "Plague Of The Planet" (Shadow Kingdom) cd 13.98
OLD MAN'S CHILD "Slaves Of The World" (Century Media) cd 15.98
PARLIAMENT FUNKADELIC "1976 Live Mothership Connection" (Mojo Working / Shout Factory) dvd 14.98
RACEBANNON "IV: Acid Or Blood" (Southern) cd 14.98
REINHARDT, DJANGO "1938 (London Debut and Paris Sessions)" (Monk) lp 24.00
REINHARDT, DJANGO "From The Ultraphone Shelves" (Monk) lp 24.00
REVELATION "Release" (Shadow Kingdom) cd 16.98
SAMAEL "Above" (Nuclear Blast) cd 13.98
SHADOW, DJ "The 4-Track Era Collection (1990-1992)" (Reconstruction Productions) 3cd 32.00
SIMONE, NINA "Emergency Ward!" (Sony) lp 15.98
SIMONE, NINA "Wild Is The Wind" (Universal) lp 15.98
SIMONES, AL "Corridor Of Dreams / Enchanted Forest" (South Side) cd 24.00
SIMONETTI / MORANTE / PIGNATELLI (GOBLIN) "Tenebre OST" (Dagored) lp 23.00
SOULEYMAN, OMAR "Highway To Hassake: Folk & Pop Sounds Of Syria" (Sublime Frequencies) 2lp 30.00
SPIRAL JOY BAND "Little Sparrow" (VHF) cd 13.98
ST. VINCENT "Actor" (4AD) cd/lp 12.98/14.98
TREMBLING BELLS "Carbeth" (Honest Jons) cd/lp 17.98/17.98
TROUM "Eald-Ge-Streon" (Beta-Lactam Ring) 2cd 16.98
TYVEK "s/t" (Siltbreeze) cd/lp 13.98/14.98
V/A "Raks Raks Raks: 17 Golden Garage Psych Nuggets From The Iranian 60's Scene" (Raks Discos) lp 33.00
V/A "Rocky Mountain Low: The Colorado Musical Undergeround Of The Late 1970's" (Hyperpycnal) 2lp+cd 29.00
V/A "Roll Your Moneymaker (Early Black Rock 'N Roll)" (Trikont) cd 24.00
V/A "School Me! Vol. 1 (1968-1975)" (Stage Band Research) lp 21.00
V/A "Slimewave: Goregrind Compilation" (Relapse) cd 14.98
V/A "Take Me To The Water: Immersion Baptism In Vintage Music And Photography 1890-1950" (Dust-To-Digital) Book + CD 34.00
V/A "Thai Funk ZudRangMa" (ZRM) cd 23.00
V/A "This Is Happening Without Your Permission" (Teardrops) lp 14.98
VANDERSLICE, JOHN "Romanian Names" (Dead Oceans) cd 14.98
VENETIAN SNARES "Filth" (Planet Mu) cd/2lp 14.98/17.98
VILE, KURT "Constant Hitmaker" (Gulcher) cd/lp 11.98/14.98
WOLF "Ravenous" (Century Media) cd 12.98
YOUNGS, RICHARD "High Sun Energy" (Dull Knife) 7" 8.98

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Please place your order via our website.

[1] We will contact you to verify your order and let you know when it will be shipped. Please note that occasionally it may take a day or two for us to reply. We are not a faceless bunch of computers replying to your order -- we are human beings!

[2] If we are out of some of your items and we think we will get them within the same week, we can wait to ship. Or... If it's going to be more than a few days to complete your order, we will ship what we have and then will contact you as the remainders arrive.

[ note ] Due to the everchanging nature of the independent record business, we are not responsible for listed price changes (due to supplier price changes) and often cannot update our site fast enough to reflect these changes, but we will always try to let you know of any differences.


DOMESTIC SHIPPING :
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1-2 items    $4.75 USPS Priority Mail
3+ items    $6.50 UPS Ground

Further Explanation (Please Read!):
Within the USA, an order of 3 or more items will be shipped via UPS ground for a flat fee of $6.50. These packages are automatically insured and trackable.

However, if your package contains just 1 or 2 items, we will ship your order via USPS Priority Mail, and charge you $4.75 for shipping. These packages are NOT insured or trackable, sorry. So if you desire those safeguards, please request UPS delivery at the $6.50 rate. You must mention this in the comments field of our online order form.

Also, please note that UPS will not ship to PO Boxes. If you only have a PO Box, we can ship packages of 3+ items via US Postal Service at the $6.50 rate. Special shipping needs (e.g. UPS Next Day) are also do-able, just ask.

Another important note: box sets DON'T (usually) count as one item. Sorry. A box set will generally bump you up into the "three or more items" category. Y'know, they're big. Boxes.


INTERNATIONAL SHIPPING :
-------------------------------- For foreign customers we ship via US AIRMAIL ("First Class International"). Your price is based on the actual cost of shipping plus $1. You can check the US Postal Service international rate calculator: http://ircalc.usps.gov/. (Use the "Package" category and see the price for "First Class International". 1-3 cds is usually 1 pound.)

We highly recommend insurance for your international package, but it is very expensive! You can check the US Postal Service international rate calculator: http://ircalc.usps.gov/. (Use the "Package" category and see the price for "Priority Mail International". 1-3 cds is usually 1 pound. 1 lp is usually a little over 1.5 pounds.)


INTERNATIONAL INSURANCE :
-------------------------------- You are hereby forewarned that Aquarius is not responsible if your international package gets lost in the mail. Insurance is your only recourse if your records never show up. Since the terrible events of 9/11, mail service has been slow and undependable... and while we haven't experienced any *confirmed* permanently lost mail, insurance might provide some additional piece of mind in this time of upheaval. We strongly recommend it. But yes, it is very expensive. It's your choice. Again: Aquarius is not responsible for lost mail, so if you aren't willing to take a (slight but real) risk, please buy the insurance.

International insurance is very expensive! In fact often the insurance costs more than the value of your package, in which case it obviously does not make sense to insure it. You can check the US Postal Service international rate calculator: http://ircalc.usps.gov/. (Use the "Package" category and see the price for "Priority Mail International", which is the way insured packages are sent. 1-3 cds is usually 1 pound. 1 lp is usually a little over 1.5 pounds.)

For example: for a one-pound package worth $18 going to England, shipping without insurance is about $11.00. But with insurance, the shipping / insurance total is over $26.00!

It is your reponsibility to check the international rate calculator in order to determine whether or not you want international insurance. If you tell us you want international insurance, we will add it to your order no matter how much it costs!


PAYMENT :
-------------------------------- We accept the following credit cards: Visa, MC, Discover, and Amex. We will not charge your credit card until your order is ready to ship.
Money orders are accepted only from customers within the USA. If you must pay by money order, you have to confirm the order with us through email or phone BEFORE you send any payment.
We also accept payment by Paypal. If you opt for this payment method, we will send you a paypal total and payment instructions as soon as we've confirmed your order with you. Please do not send payment until you have received human contact from our mailorder department. We cannot take personal checks for mailorder, sorry!


QUESTION?
-------------------------------- Email the mailorder department: mailorder@aquariusrecords.org
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SOME SELECTED UPCOMING RELEASES

----} May 26th or thereabouts
Cave "Psychic Psummer" cd/lp on Important
Asunder / Graves At Sea "Split" lp on 20 Buck Spin
Om "Live Conference" lp on Important
Loop "World In Your Eyes" cd reissue on Reactor
Loop "Gilded Eternity" cd reissue on Reactor
Khanate "Clean Hands Go Foul" cd version on Hydra Head
Grizzly Bear "Veckatimest" cd on Warp
Six Finger Satellite "Half Control" cd on Load
Xasthur "All Refections Drained" cd version on Hydra Head

----} also in May
Slough Feg "Ape Uprising" lp on Iron Kodex
Bloodhorse "Horizoner" cd on Translation Loss
Minsk tba cd on Relapse

----} June 2nd
Slough Feg "Ape Uprising" cd on Cruz Del Sur
Amber Asylum "Bitter River" cd on Profound Lore
v/a "Milky Disco 2: Let's Go Freatk Out" cd on Lo
1349 "Revelations Of The Black Flame + Live" 2cd on Candlelight
Acid Mothers Temple "Are We Experimental" cd
Jeff Buckley "Grace Around The World" cd on Sony
Franz Ferdinand "Blood" cd on Epic
Iggy Pop "Preliminaries" cd on EMI

----} June 9th
Sonic Youth "Eternal" cd on Matador
Headdress "Lunes" cd/lp on No Quarter
Coalesce "Ox" cd on Relapse
Robert Hampson "Vectors" cd on Touch
Mos Def "Ecstatic" cd

----} June 23rd
Voivod "Infini" cd on Relapse

----} also upcoming sooner or later or sooner or later
Moss "Tombs Of The Blind Drugged" cdep/2x10"
v/a Ramp Comp (skweee!)
Der TPK "s/t" 12" on Captured Tracks
Trad, Gras Och Stenar "Homeless Cats" cd on Subliminal Sounds
Biosphere "Wireless: Live At The Arnolfini, Bristol" cd on Touch
v/a "The World Is Shaking: Cubanismo From The Congo, 1954-55" cd/2lp on Honest Jon's
v/a "Panama!2 - Latin Sounds, Cumbia Tropical & Calypso Funk On The Isthmus, 1967-77" cd/2lp on Soundway
Bardo Pond "Gazing At Shilla" lp on Important
P.H.O.B.O.S. "Anoedipal" cd
Tape "Luminarium" lp version on Immune
Ocean "Pantheon Of The Lesser" 2lp version on Important
Alumbrados "Monochord" lp on Important
Moondog "s/t", "More Moondog", and "The Story Of Moondog" lp reissues on 4 Men With Beards
Bunkur "Nullify" cd on Displeased
Tortoise "Beacons Of Ancestorship" cd/lp on Thrill Jockey
White Hills "Heads On Fire" lp version on Thrill Jockey
Tall Firs "Too Old To Die Young" lp version on Ecstatic Peace
Grumbling Fur (Guapo + Jussi from Circle) cd
Der TPK (Teenage Panzerkorps) "Games For Slaves" lp on Siltbreeze
Oxbow "Fuckfest" cd reissue on Hydrahead
Combat Astronomy "Earth Divided by Zero" cd
Rosetta "Wake/Lift" vinyl version
Anton Batagov "Passionate Desire To Be An Angel" cd on Long Arms Records
The Heads tba 2cd 'best of' on Leafhound
Black Boned Angel / Nadja collaboration cd/lp on 20 Buck Spin
Japancakes "If I Could See Dallas"
Iro "Tamafuri" cd on PSF
DDAA "Action and Japanese Demonstration" cd reissue on Fractal
Wolfgang Voigt "Freiland - Klaviermusik" 12" on Profan
When "Are You Silent" cd on Jester/The End???
Sean Smith "Eternal" cd on Ultra Hard Gel
Jazzfinger "The Sun's Golden Blood" cd on Beta-Lactam Ring
Bohren & Der Club Of Gore "Mitleid Lady" cd/lp on Latitudes
Last Step "1961" cd/3lp on Planet Mu
v/a "Noise Room" cd on Soniq
Country Teasers / Ezee Tiger split lp on Holy Mountain
Erase Errata TBA cd on Kill Rock Stars
Xiu Xiu TBA cd on Kill Rock Stars
The Black Heart Procession TBA cd/lp on Touch And Go
Ted Leo and the Pharmacists TBA cd/lp on Touch And Go
Rodan TBA cd/lp on Quarterstick
Deftones "Eros" cd on Warner Bros.
Swell Maps "International Rescue" clear vinyl LP reissue on Alive
Black Lips "We Didn't Know..." green vinyl LP on Bomp!
Mikami Kan "-1" cd on PSF
Sandy Bull "Inventions" 180 gram vinyl LP reissue on Sutro Park
Sandy Bull "Fantasias For Guitar And Banjo" 180 gram vinyl LP reissue on Sutro Park
Sandy Bull "E Pluribus Unum" 180 gram vinyl LP reissue on Sutro Park
Loss "Despond" cd on Profound Lore
v/a "The Sound Of Wonder" cd/2lp on Finders Keepers

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Lots of love from your devoted AQ staff

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