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album cover WHITE HILLS A Little Bliss Forever (Drug Space Records) lp 17.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
First vinyl release from these NY based drug addled space rock explorers, featuring a new member and a somewhat different sound. The new member is Kid Millions, drummer for the band Oneida, whose most recent disc, Preteen Weaponry, was a huge hit around here. But the addition of Millions doesn't signify a shift towards the abstract rhythmic heaviness of Oneida, instead, White Hills seem to have gone in the opposite direction, ditching some of their heavy freak out tendencies, and instead sprawling languorously, letting the instruments unwind, the songs unfurl, laid back, blissed out, far out, and endlessly drifting space rock, heavier on the space than the rock.
Two sidelong jams, the first, is thick with wah guitars, but those guitars are suspended in wide open stretches of whir and hum, wreathed in reverb, and allowed to drift and shimmer, the drums are the steadiest part, alternately jazzy and shuffling, subtle and propulsive, the recording and production is raw and immediate, almost like a rehearsal space demo, but it definitely suits the sound. The track wanders and meanders, like a super stripped down Hawkwind, until the various sounds become enveloped in soft clouds of spacey FX and buzzing synths, a crescendo of sorts, but the track never explodes, never gets heavy, it's almost like a field recording of some eternal space jam, a neverending sonic entity that continues forever in both directions, backwards until the birth of the universe, forward into infinity, we're just offered a glimpse as it passes us by.
The flipside is a bit dirgier, more garagey, a sort of stripped down Stooges-y stomp, but slowed way down, until it's almost a doomy dirge, more clouds of spaced out FX, this time a bit more raw, the sound a bit heavier, but still more spacey and abstract, the second half of side two a tripped out ambient bliss out, layers of drones and buzz, whirling beneath random minimal effects and some creepy looped vocals.
LIMITED TO 333 COPIES. White sleeves with paste on art, front and back, inside a red vellum insert, we did get a whole bunch of these, but as with most White Hills releases, they'll probably go pretty fast, and odds are we won't be able to get more.

album cover WHITE HILLS A Little Bliss Forever (Drug Space Records) lp 15.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
Finally available again, back in print, slightly different cover, comes with a xeroxed mini poster, and an insert with liner notes (not sure if the first one did too), limited like crazy again this second time around so grab one while you can...
Here's what we said about the lp when we first got it in last year:
First vinyl release from these NY based drug addled space rock explorers, featuring a new member and a somewhat different sound. The new member is Kid Millions, drummer for the band Oneida, whose most recent disc, Preteen Weaponry, was a huge hit around here. But the addition of Millions doesn't signify a shift towards the abstract rhythmic heaviness of Oneida, instead, White Hills seem to have gone in the opposite direction, ditching some of their heavy freak out tendencies, and instead sprawling languorously, letting the instruments unwind, the songs unfurl, laid back, blissed out, far out, and endlessly drifting space rock, heavier on the space than the rock.
Two sidelong jams, the first, is thick with wah guitars, but those guitars are suspended in wide open stretches of whir and hum, wreathed in reverb, and allowed to drift and shimmer, the drums are the steadiest part, alternately jazzy and shuffling, subtle and propulsive, the recording and production is raw and immediate, almost like a rehearsal space demo, but it definitely suits the sound. The track wanders and meanders, like a super stripped down Hawkwind, until the various sounds become enveloped in soft clouds of spacey FX and buzzing synths, a crescendo of sorts, but the track never explodes, never gets heavy, it's almost like a field recording of some eternal space jam, a neverending sonic entity that continues forever in both directions, backwards until the birth of the universe, forward into infinity, we're just offered a glimpse as it passes us by.
The flipside is a bit dirgier, more garagey, a sort of stripped down Stooges-y stomp, but slowed way down, until it's almost a doomy dirge, more clouds of spaced out FX, this time a bit more raw, the sound a bit heavier, but still more spacey and abstract, the second half of side two a tripped out ambient bliss out, layers of drones and buzz, whirling beneath random minimal effects and some creepy looped vocals.

album cover WHITE HILLS Black Valleys (aQuarius recOrds) cd 11.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
In case you missed it on our Record Store Day "in-between list" last Friday... but these are going fast! At this rate, gone within the week, if not sooner...
Last year - or maybe it was the year before - we told ourselves, hey, Record Store Day is awesome and all, but what would make it even more awesome? Maybe if we had our OWN release for Record Store Day! Something that, then, we could make sure our devoted mailorder customers wouldn't miss out on, also something that we could be absolutely sure we'd have, utterly unique to our store, amidst the chaos and uncertainty of all the other RSD releases.
So, this year, we did it! With the help of our good friends, Brooklyn's psychedelic space rockers extraordinare, you know 'em, you love 'em, White Hills. As those of you who live here in San Francisco may remember, White Hills brought their spaced out sounds to aQuarius for a fantastic instore on October 1st, 2010. Actually, they performed under the somewhat obvious pseudonym Black Valleys ('cause the venue they were playing that same night didn't want them doing another show the same day). In any case, their "Black Valleys" set turned out to be quite a bit different than an "ordinary" White Hills performance, being a drumless, droned-out duo performance specifically tailored to our space, trying (though probably failing!) to keep the volume low enough not to disturb our neighbors... but still hypnotizing us all with their nonetheless heavy sounds. The show was recorded, and it turned out GREAT.
Over a half hour long, the first few minutes of which are filled with shimmering, pretty pulsations and subtle sonic textures, as if this was the White Hills' version of Pop Ambient. It's both mesmeric and miasmic... Eventually waves of grinding fuzz enter the scene, and this slow building sonic juggernaut of throb and drone and drift takes on more massive proportions, propelled by what we can only say are almost ghostly riffs, giving this something of an Earth 2 vibe. We could go on and on, but somehow don't think we need to, since we know what White Hills fans are like (and you're all White Hills fans, right?).
So, digging the recording, White Hills gave us the go-ahead to release it as a special limited edition cd, for Record Store Day this year. And boy are we stoked.
LIMITED TO 300 hand-numbered copies, packaged in slim, dvd-style cases, with cool Op-Art inspired cover graphics by our pal Nathan Berlinguette, printed in black on fancy silvery paper. NOT sold in stores - except for ours!
MPEG Stream: "Black Valleys (excerpt 1)"
MPEG Stream: "Black Valleys (excerpt 2)"

album cover WHITE HILLS Dead (Thrill Jockey) 12" 14.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
Latest blast of modern space psych drone rock from these East Coast spacelords, an ultra limited (only 1000 copies) 12", part of Thrill Jockey's new subscription series, which means these will probably be gone in a flash.
Which is too bad, cuz this is one of the best White Hills jams yet, thankfully, only two of these tracks are exclusive, one is a new version of a track from Heads On Fire, remixed by Julian Cope's drummer, one is a track from the upcoming full length, but two of them are ONLY available here (and the remixed version of "Oceans Of Sound" from Heads On Fire is different enough to make it essentially a new track) so pretty much a must own for the space rock psych drone obsessives out there, which is most likely most of you.
The A side begins with "Dead" which will be on the band's upcoming full length, and it's a doozy, fuzzy, druggy, a little bit lo-fi, looped and hypnotic, with dreamy soft singing, beneath billowing clouds of distorted guitars, all hazy and super space rocky, definitely channeling the spirits of Loop and Spacemen 3, definitely has us chomping at the bit for the new album.
The second track is the remixed "Oceans Of Sound" and is a cool processed guitarscape, swirled FX wrapped around a stuttery tremolo guitar, like a drugged out space rock "How Soon Is Now?", fragmented riffs careen through streaks of buzz and hum, building to a total space pop climax that definitely had us thinking Spiritualized or Teenage Filmstars.
Flip it over, and "Another Coming" explodes out of the speakers, a grinding thick viscous dronescape, very reminiscent of Expo 70, that sort of krautdronespacedrift, with dense looped guitars, stretched out into a churning blur, the whole thing wreathed in hazy effects. The second track, "Red Sun", is all skeletal and dubbed out, almost funky sounding, with minimal guitar, but again loads of effects, thick throbbing bass, and creepy sampled voices.
Super rad. And SUPER LIMITED. ONLY 1000 COPIES, and most likely sold out any minute, we got a whole bunch, but that doesn't mean we won't blow through these. Gorgeous jackets too, matte black with spot UV gloss lettering, and a fancy full color pasted on art card front cover.

album cover WHITE HILLS Glitter Glamour Atrocity (White Hills Music) cd 14.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
NYC's White Hills blew us away last year with a bunch of limited edition, Julian Cope-approved cd-r releases documenting their mesmeric, motorik, heavy, and very Hawkwindy space rock sound. We're now very pleased to have their new full-length album in stock -- and it's a real cd, even though the (cool-looking) digipak it's contained within appears hand-assembled.
This time around, we are initially given the impression that White Hills has decided to mix it up a little, branching off into a more musicianly, refined post-rock realm rather than sticking entirely to the amplification n' effects laden, cosmic droneout krautrockishness set-the-controls ROCK of their cd-rs. Certainly there's more dynamics here, more ambient/acoustic interludes, lots of really pretty, even poppy bits. But what about the heavy hypnotic headnodders? They're here too, don't worry! Fans of Hawkwind, Neu!, Braindonor, Spacemen Three, Comets On Fire, Kinski, Titan, Pharaoh Overlord, etc. will certainly dig the likes of "Love Serve Remember" (which weirdly reminds us of the Painteens) and the distorted, psychedelic, jamming excess of the nearly 15 minute long album-closing title track, among others here. This new White Hills is perhaps more nuanced in some ways than their prior output, but any newfound delicacy hasn't dimmed the drugged dementia of the louder portions of this disc and they've always had their wonderfully blissful side anyway, so we're quite happy with their "progress"! Could do without the bits sampled from George W. Bush speeches, though, despite agreeing with the anti-Bush sentiment being displayed.
MPEG Stream: "Under Skin Or By Name"
MPEG Stream: "Spirit Of Exile"
MPEG Stream: "Love Serve Remember"

album cover WHITE HILLS H-p1 (Thrill Jockey) cd 15.98
Latest blast of psychedelic space rock from these NYC sonic assassins, and like all the previous White Hills jams, it's a good one, but in some ways, it's actually a lot different, still present are the usual space rockisms, swirling effects drenched guitars, pounding drums, vox buried in the mix, extended droned out jams and seriously psychedelic leads, but the tone is different, and the arrangements are more jagged, more varied, apparently this records is thematically focused on the band's anti government and anti-corporation sentiments, and we have to say, it sort of suits them, right out of the gate, opening track "The Condition Of Nothing" is a killer, a lot heavier and darker than much of the White Hills that have came before.
Dark buzzing guitars, woozy effects drenched atmosphere, motorik drumming, chanted dead eyed vox, some seriously caustic and crunchy FX, the guitar tones thick and super distorted, the sound ominous and sinister, the roiling riffage infused with a pulsing droning thrum, but then there's some super melodic female vox, courtesy of WH bassist Ego Sensation, which lead right into a cool, lurching breakdown that sounds almost pasted in, but it's a cool jagged shift, and just makes the track sound that much more fierce when the band swoop back into their churning droned out space psych, which is also laced with plenty of crunchy chug, and then comes the solo, which is super noisy, a little shreddy, a wild tangle of synths and guitars, all wound up into a whirling blown out wah wah drenched squall, before slipping right into that breakdown again, but this time stretching it way out into a hazy, druggy sprawl of synthy buzz, woozy and washed out and hauntingly dreamy, playing out till the end. Shit, just one song in, and we're thinking this may be the best WH record yet. After a brief experimental synth / noise interlude, the band slip into a slow burn lope, all blissed out minimal rhythm, layered hushed buzz, beneath softly swirling clouds of spaced out FX, quickly building to thick slab of reverb and distortion drenched hypnorock, mesmerizing and cyclical, the effects getting more and more pronounced, threatening to swallow the rest of the music whole, heavy and heady, but still sorta blissed out and laid back.
The next track is another angry groover, a thick propulsive rhythm, some pulsing synthbass buzz, like a supercharged Circle, locked tight for nearly 13 minutes, the sort of jam that might as well have gone on for 13 more, the main groove static and solid, while all around the band unleash some of their most twisted effects and warped atmospheres, adding woozy melodic layers, of jagged shards of processed hiss and static, some warbly almost new wavey synths, the whole thing, fuzzy and thick and totally and irresistibly mesmerizing.
White Hills kick out the jams on "Upon Arrival" a synth soaked guitar heavy Stooges-y stomp, the riffiest and poppiest of the bunch, hard and heavy but hooky as hell, and still appropriately spaced out, before slipping into a suite of experimental ambience, a thick, buzzy, almost funereal organ dronescape, a blown out synthdrone sprawl, all low end pulsations, warped FX, thick processed guitars, doom drenched downtuned riffage, and sci-fi spacey ambience, a weird drum heavy, tribal rhythmic workout, horn like tones, stretched into layered drones, glitched out electronics, propuslive and almost dancey, before the whole thing gets all tangled up and processed into a crunchy garbled smear of squelches, which brings us to the epic 17 minute closer, which is basically the ultimate White Hills jam, starting out all riffy and Stooges-y, before evolving into a heart of the sun psychedelic guitar jam, then slowing down to a druggy low slung crawl, only to explode right back into it, another stomping groove, wild leads, over thick crunchy riffs, and woozy walking basslines, building to a majestic ur-drone bass-heavy psychedelic space drift, before fading out into several minutes of gradually fading space-y swirl.
Fuck yeah, so good, and utterly kick ass all the way through, assuming we can get past that kick ass opener. As always, psychedelic spacelords and ladies need look no further than this for their cosmic fix.
MPEG Stream: "The Condition Of Nothing"
MPEG Stream: "No Other Way"
MPEG Stream: "Upon Arrival"

album cover WHITE HILLS H-p1 (Thrill Jockey) 2lp 19.98
Latest blast of psychedelic space rock from these NYC sonic assassins, and like all the previous White Hills jams, it's a good one, but in some ways, it's actually a lot different, still present are the usual space rockisms, swirling effects drenched guitars, pounding drums, vox buried in the mix, extended droned out jams and seriously psychedelic leads, but the tone is different, and the arrangements are more jagged, more varied, apparently this records is thematically focused on the band's anti government and anti-corporation sentiments, and we have to say, it sort of suits them, right out of the gate, opening track "The Condition Of Nothing" is a killer, a lot heavier and darker than much of the White Hills that have came before.
Dark buzzing guitars, woozy effects drenched atmosphere, motorik drumming, chanted dead eyed vox, some seriously caustic and crunchy FX, the guitar tones thick and super distorted, the sound ominous and sinister, the roiling riffage infused with a pulsing droning thrum, but then there's some super melodic female vox, courtesy of WH bassist Ego Sensation, which lead right into a cool, lurching breakdown that sounds almost pasted in, but it's a cool jagged shift, and just makes the track sound that much more fierce when the band swoop back into their churning droned out space psych, which is also laced with plenty of crunchy chug, and then comes the solo, which is super noisy, a little shreddy, a wild tangle of synths and guitars, all wound up into a whirling blown out wah wah drenched squall, before slipping right into that breakdown again, but this time stretching it way out into a hazy, druggy sprawl of synthy buzz, woozy and washed out and hauntingly dreamy, playing out till the end. Shit, just one song in, and we're thinking this may be the best WH record yet. After a brief experimental synth / noise interlude, the band slip into a slow burn lope, all blissed out minimal rhythm, layered hushed buzz, beneath softly swirling clouds of spaced out FX, quickly building to thick slab of reverb and distortion drenched hypnorock, mesmerizing and cyclical, the effects getting more and more pronounced, threatening to swallow the rest of the music whole, heavy and heady, but still sorta blissed out and laid back.
The next track is another angry groover, a thick propulsive rhythm, some pulsing synthbass buzz, like a supercharged Circle, locked tight for nearly 13 minutes, the sort of jam that might as well have gone on for 13 more, the main groove static and solid, while all around the band unleash some of their most twisted effects and warped atmospheres, adding woozy melodic layers, of jagged shards of processed hiss and static, some warbly almost new wavey synths, the whole thing, fuzzy and thick and totally and irresistibly mesmerizing.
White Hills kick out the jams on "Upon Arrival" a synth soaked guitar heavy Stooges-y stomp, the riffiest and poppiest of the bunch, hard and heavy but hooky as hell, and still appropriately spaced out, before slipping into a suite of experimental ambience, a thick, buzzy, almost funereal organ dronescape, a blown out synthdrone sprawl, all low end pulsations, warped FX, thick processed guitars, doom drenched downtuned riffage, and sci-fi spacey ambience, a weird drum heavy, tribal rhythmic workout, horn like tones, stretched into layered drones, glitched out electronics, propuslive and almost dancey, before the whole thing gets all tangled up and processed into a crunchy garbled smear of squelches, which brings us to the epic 17 minute closer, which is basically the ultimate White Hills jam, starting out all riffy and Stooges-y, before evolving into a heart of the sun psychedelic guitar jam, then slowing down to a druggy low slung crawl, only to explode right back into it, another stomping groove, wild leads, over thick crunchy riffs, and woozy walking basslines, building to a majestic ur-drone bass-heavy psychedelic space drift, before fading out into several minutes of gradually fading space-y swirl.
Fuck yeah, so good, and utterly kick ass all the way through, assuming we can get past that kick ass opener. As always, psychedelic spacelords and ladies need look no further than this for their cosmic fix.
MPEG Stream: "The Condition Of Nothing"
MPEG Stream: "No Other Way"
MPEG Stream: "Upon Arrival"

album cover WHITE HILLS Heads On Fire (Rocket Recordings) cd 18.98
This modern psychedelic space rock classic is finally back in print, available again! Here's what we wrote about it when we first reviewed it way back in 2009:
After a whole mess of crazy limited cd-r releases, this was only the 2nd proper release from these East Coast blown out garage psych space rockers. Avid readers of the list will no doubt by now, be hip to these guys, their wall of guitar, Hawkwind meets the Stooges meets Monster Magnet meets the Heads is tough to beat, every song drenched in wild outer space FX, the drums pounding beneath an avalanche of psychedelic guitar, the vocals, shadows flitting across the molten surface of these tracks, barely audible just another layer of dense fuzz.
So how does this record stack up to the rest? We mentioned that the last release, the tour only Abstractions And Mutations, was the band's fiercest yet, but Heads On Fire might have us reassessing. Cuz this has to be exactly what it would sound like if your head was indeed on fire.
The opener is a heavy as fuck space rock romp, right out of the gate, a wall of buzzing wah wah guitar is loosed, and all you can do is hang on for the ride, it's like Spacemen 3 on speed, that same sort of billowy tripped out warm guitar buzz, but souped WAY up, supercharged, a blinding supernova of freaked out garage rock psychedelia. But the track right after that is way riffier, a serious Stooges-y stomp, plenty of guitar crunch and psychedelic squalls, but the vocals are more present, a sort of Wyndorf style lord mother fucker drawl, wrapped in reverb and draped over the jagged riffing and pounding drums.
Then there's "Don't Be Afraid", which begins with whipping wind and distant foghorns, ominous and mysterious, a phone being dialed, ringing and ringing, the band gradually coming in, a slow lope, simple tribal drums, a laid back guitar line, soft fuzzy swells of sound in the background, a lugubrious slow build, the vocals howled and spacey, reverbed and dripping with delay, the guitar getting gradually more and more jagged and distorted, until everything drops out, just wind, and muted electronics, muffled FX, the bass line creeping along steadily, bits of melody drifting by, the vocals come back in and BAM the band takes off, the guitar spitting flames, the drums falling down a mineshaft, a huge tangle of psychedelic space rock chaos, and then nothing, a weird, barely there, 5 minute outro, bits of guitar, creaking and buzzing, more wind, and finally silence.
And in case that last 30 minutes, and those last 5 in particular, had you forgetting just where you were, the band shuts things down with 4+ minutes of furious fuzz and pummeling pound, thick and corrosive, and so distorted the riffs seem to melt into each other, the vocals sung from the bottom of a well, a bit of start stop dynamics, replete with creepy giggling children, and then the perfect send off, a sky full of psychedelic fireworks, multicolored streaks of white hot guitar, a blinding ear full of sonic pyrotechnics like staring straight into the sun.
MPEG Stream: "Radiate"
MPEG Stream: "Ocean Sound"

album cover WHITE HILLS Heads On Fire (Thrill Jockey) lp 14.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
FINALLY AVAILABLE ON VINYL!!! Includes a download code, so you can grab a digital version too. Here's what we had to say about the record when we first got it in:
After a whole mess of crazy limited cd-r releases, this was only the 2nd proper release from these East Coast blown out garage psych space rockers. Avid readers of the list will no doubt by now, be hip to these guys, their wall of guitar, Hawkwind meets the Stooges meets Monster Magnet meets the Heads is tough to beat, every song drenched in wild outer space FX, the drums pounding beneath an avalanche of psychedelic guitar, the vocals, shadows flitting across the molten surface of these tracks, barely audible just another layer of dense fuzz.
So how does this record stack up to the rest? We mentioned that the last release, the tour only Abstractions And Mutations, was the band's fiercest yet, but Heads On Fire might have us reassessing. Cuz this has to be exactly what it would sound like if your head was indeed on fire.
The opener is a heavy as fuck space rock romp, right out of the gate, a wall of buzzing wah wah guitar is loosed, and all you can do is hang on for the ride, it's like Spacemen 3 on speed, that same sort of billowy tripped out warm guitar buzz, but souped WAY up, supercharged, a blinding supernova of freaked out garage rock psychedelia. But the track right after that is way riffier, a serious Stooges-y stomp, plenty of guitar crunch and psychedelic squalls, but the vocals are more present, a sort of Wyndorf style lord mother fucker drawl, wrapped in reverb and draped over the jagged riffing and pounding drums.
Then there's "Don't Be Afraid", which begins with whipping wind and distant foghorns, ominous and mysterious, a phone being dialed, ringing and ringing, the band gradually coming in, a slow lope, simple tribal drums, a laid back guitar line, soft fuzzy swells of sound in the background, a lugubrious slow build, the vocals howled and spacey, reverbed and dripping with delay, the guitar getting gradually more and more jagged and distorted, until everything drops out, just wind, and muted electronics, muffled FX, the bass line creeping along steadily, bits of melody drifting by, the vocals come back in and BAM the band takes off, the guitar spitting flames, the drums falling down a mineshaft, a huge tangle of psychedelic space rock chaos, and then nothing, a weird, barely there, 5 minute outro, bits of guitar, creaking and buzzing, more wind, and finally silence.
And in case that last 30 minutes, and those last 5 in particular, had you forgetting just where you were, the band shuts things down with 4+ minutes of furious fuzz and pummeling pound, thick and corrosive, and so distorted the riffs seem to melt into each other, the vocals sung from the bottom of a well, a bit of start stop dynamics, replete with creepy giggling children, and then the perfect send off, a sky full of psychedelic fireworks, multicolored streaks of white hot guitar, a blinding ear full of sonic pyrotechnics like staring straight into the sun.
For those of you who don't want the vinyl OR the cd (also in stock), but still would like to iPod this, we promised Thrill Jockey we'd mention that you can buy this as a download-only at their online mp3 storefront, here: http://fina-music.com/catalog/index.html?id=103962.
MPEG Stream: "Radiate"
MPEG Stream: "Ocean Sound"

WHITE HILLS KOKO London Debut (self-released) cd-r 5.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
Super limited cd-r, released to coincide with shows in the UK from this spaced out drug rock krautrocky combo. Featuring outtakes from No Game To Play as well as a couple tracks from the upcoming full length. SUPER LIMITED.

album cover WHITE HILLS Live At Roadburn 2011 (Roadburn) cd 16.98
Holland's Roadburn festival has become THEE ultimate heavy rock music festival, be it doom, sludge, psychedelia, space rock, whatever, the fest consistently offering the sorts of lineups most of us could only dream about, super hyped new bands, legendary older bands, total unknowns, next big things, nobody curates festivals like these guys, and it definitely shows, every year, selling out sooner, and luring folks from all over the world to fly over to take it all in (heck, our own Allan even went a couple years ago!). Roadburn also decided a while back to chronicle some of these performances and release them, so the rest of us sorry suckers unable to make the journey could get a little taste of what it is we've been missing.
Which brings us to this, a document of last year's Roadburn, in particular, a performance by aQ faves, Brooklyn heavy psych rockers White Hills, who definitely KILL it, with one of the heaviest sets we've heard from them. In fact, the disc opens with the band in full on heavy riff mode, almost like someone just pushed record mid-set, our imaginations have us picturing opening 8+ minute blast "Three Quarters" just the last chunk of an hours-long mega blown out super psych jam. Regardless, the band churn and roil, the riffs distorted and in-the-red, the drums wild and chaotic, of course everything wreathed in thick swirls of effects, the vox gruff and bellowed, definitely giving the sound some serious rock heft. "Under Skin Or By Name", sees the band slipping back into some more meditative drifty krautpsych territory, but within a few minutes the band have exploded again, with wild endless leads, lumbering motorik grooves, total drugged out heavy psych bliss of the highest order.
And so it goes, the band never letting up, the songs sprawling, slipping from Stooges-y stomp, to Hawkwind like druggy drift, to hazy psychedelic shimmer, to near Monster Magnet like metallic chug, the bass groovy and melodic, those drums pounding fiercely, courtesy of occasional WH skinsman Lee Hinshaw, bassist Ego Sensation even offers up some vocals on one track which gives it a cool sort of True Widow vibe, the band unfurling epic expanses of druggy FX heavy drift woven into more crushing space-metal riffery, finally finishing off with a killer version of the title track from their most recent full length "Hp-1", which if anything takes the original and makes it even more epic and heavy and gloriously spaced out.
Sweet packaging too, full color six panel digipak with some killer psychedelic live shots of the band in action at Roadburn.
MPEG Stream: "Three Quarters"
MPEG Stream: "Under Skin Or By Name"

album cover WHITE HILLS Live On WFMU (Who Can You Trust?) cassette 12.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
We won't go into too much detail about this one, as it's already sold out and out of print, and these are the last copies we'll be able to get. Two live sets, both recorded at New Jersey radio station WFMU, one last year, one back in 2007, from longtime aQ faves, psychedelic space rockers White Hills. Both sets offer up variations of exactly what we've come to expect from these guys (and gal). Blown out distortion drenched Hawkwind via Stooges soar and stomp, the guitars swirling in thick druggy clouds, the riffs crunchy and wreathed in effects, the vocals buried in the mix, the drums propulsive and hard hitting, the sounds all blurred and gauzy, smeared into long sprawls of buzzing, smoldering spaced out heaviness, the more recent set definitely leans towards the heavier side of the spectrum, while the 2007 set gets way more abstract and drifty, melding chug and churn riffiness (bordering on psychedelic doom in places), with something much more shimmery and dreamily psychedelic. Needless to say, for WH fans, this is of course essential. And definitely recommended for the usual folks, fans of the Heads, Hawkwind, Wooden Shjips, Monster Magnet and the rest of the psych/space rock brigade...
And again, LIMITED TO 150 COPIES. SOLD OUT AT THE LABEL! These are the last copies EVER.

album cover WHITE HILLS Measured Energy (Trensmat) 7" 5.98
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One of two new 7"s from the Trensmat label, this one from big time aQ faves, space rockers White Hills, who offer up two tracks of ambient drift, the A side, a swirly bit of abstract shimmer, a softly pulsing two note melody, subtly mesmerizing, surrounded on all sides by strange melodies, little bits of glitch, headphone listening reveals much going on in the background, a slow shifting sprawl of mysterious sounds, that seem to surface and fade, constantly changing shapes, while that pulse remains constant, the sort of jam that sounds like it must have been cut from a much bigger sonic cloth, it's the sort of sound that would be so easy to get lost it.
As is the B side, a more dirgey bit of ambience, thick churning guitars, roiling away in a cloud of hazy whir and deep rumble, loads of echo and delay and reverb, softly swirling, a gauzy and washed out expanse of slo-mo buzz and thrum, that seems to almost become riffs, before those riffs melt into the sounds around them, a gorgeously entrancing stretch of cyclical mesmer, in the form of downtuned spaced out crush.
ALREADY SOLD OUT AND OUT OF PRINT AT THE LABEL. We got a whole bunch, but odds are they won't be around for long, so don't dawdle, or risk being disappointed...

album cover WHITE HILLS No Game To Play (self-released) cd-r 5.98
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We'd been hearing good things about this band for ages. Someone we know was raving about 'em, and they also had the recommendation of Julian Cope... But we were having some difficulty tracking down the band, or a way to get their record for the store. Until an insane bit of coincidence / serendipity. In walked one Dave Weinberg, who a decade earlier had been Andee's boss at Holey Bagel in Noe Valley, across the street from the old aQuarius (back when Andee had time for two jobs). He had copies of a cd by his band, and what do you know? Dave's band just so happened to be White Hills! Wow. Thus we managed to get 30 or so copies of the second pressing of the No Game To Play cd-r (the first pressing is long out of print, as is the alternate version, which was drastically remixed, resequenced and retitled They've Got Blood Like We've Got Blood and released on Cope's Fuck Off And Di cd-r label) and it's just as good as we had hoped. In a word, SPACEROCK. Or if you prefer, two words. Either way, this is some seriously tripped out swirling cosmic proggy, krautrock flecked, keyboard drenched outer outer outer space rock. Think just the jams from all the best Hawkwind songs, or the dreamiest mellowest bits of your favorite Monster Magnet tracks. Mix in some Neu! and some Faust and even some Stereolab at times and you'll just be scratching the surface of White Hills' sound. The opening track is a grungy, lowslung garagey drug addled space rock stomp, think the Stooges dropping acid until they started drifting off and began to sound more like Hawkwind, a killer hypnotic riff, a simple shuffling drum beat, mumbled vocals buried in the mix, and a swirling squall of wigged out guitars and all manner of synthesizer squiggle and swoon. It sounds quite a bit like Circle too, that riff just repeating and repeating, mantra like, a super tranced out rock that you want to go on forever. The centerpiece of the record is definitely "They've Got Blood Like We've Got Blood", a near static synth swirl over a shuffling tribal rhythm, while guitars just sort of drift and float lazily amidst the whir and drone. Sounds a little bit like Brian Eno jamming with Crash Worship while somebody goes apeshit in the background on the synths. A gloriously mesmerizing hypnorock. Then a brief blast of straight up blown out, super distorted Neu! worship before the drifting ambient closer "Ulan", an abstract synthesizer soundscape that sounds like some lost Tangerine Dream jam. Blissy and totally dreamlike.
This is supposedly the final pressing, limited to 222 copies.
MPEG Stream: "No Game To Play"
MPEG Stream: "They've Got Blood Like We've Got Blood"

album cover WHITE HILLS No Kind Ending (Diagnosis...Don't!) 3"cd-r 12.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
We ordered these from Australia over a year ago, and for whatever reason, we didn't end up getting them until just recently. The label is on indefinite hiatus now, and this disc is WAY out of print, thankfully we got nearly 50 of 'em, but those are the last copies EVER, and knowing how White Hills stuff sells around here, if you want one, best grab one quick.
One sprawling 16+ minute track, just White Hills main man Dave W. solo, echo guitar and synthesizers, unfurling a woozy, buzzy, softly undulating chunk of star speckled spacedrone, think Expo '70, Tangerine Dream, Zombi, Klaus Schulze, total blissed out planetarium lazer light show druggy kraut rock drift. Melodies unwind slowly through gently warped streaks of ominous whirring new age-y shimmer, and the whole track just seems to expand, to open up, like a time lapse vision of the death of a star or the birth of a universe, colors and streaks of white light swirl endlessly, creating delicate melodies, draped over a deep subsonic thrum, and delicate spidery whirring tendrils of crystalline sound, driven by a barely audible buried pulse like rhythm, blurred into a gauzy soft focus bit of divine cinematic space kraut drift.
Packaged in thick cardstock mini 3" sleeves, with a printed (band name, label info, liner notes) Japanese style obi.
And as mentioned above, SUPER LIMITED numbers of these in stock, and once they're gone, they are GONE.
MPEG Stream: "No Kind Ending"

album cover WHITE HILLS s/t (Thrill Jockey) cd 14.98
Latest full-length from these Hawkwind worshipping drug-drone psychedelic space rockers from New York, after their killer long players Heads On Fire and Glitter Glamor Atrocity, as well as 7 or 8 other kick ass cd-r's AND a couple 12"s, all leading us here, quite possibly their heaviest and most full realized record yet.
Beginning with "Dead", a track we're already pretty obsessed with, as it was the teaser track from the last 12", and even after spinning the 12" to, um, death, it's still a doozy: fuzzy, druggy, looped and hypnotic, with dreamy soft singing, beneath billowing clouds of distorted guitars, all hazy and super space rocky, definitely channeling the spirits of Loop and Spacemen 3, totally hypnotic, like a blown out krautrock jam drenched in tons of effects, you can almost hear the flashing strobes, and clouds of glowing smoke, the track just oozes druggy bliss.
And druggy bliss pretty much describes the whole record. "Countin Sevens" is a slow burning meander through some otherworldly landscape if prismatic clouds and barren moonlit expanses, the drums tribal and motorik, the guitar strummy and jangly, the bass throbbing and dense, all wound up into yet another seemingly endless sprawl of psychedelic excess, hazy, bleary and so utterly enthralling.
"Three Quarters" is the first track to get TRULY riffy, a sort of Stooges / Loop hybrid, the band locked into a churning loping rhythm, the vocals weirdly processed, exploding occasionally into even heavier double time downtuned grooves, before slipping back into that opening lope, before breaking down into 4 minutes of droned out space psych drift, wild tangled leads, long sheets of rumbling buzz, streaks of feedback, the bass and drums locked into a super heavy groove, another track that could (and probably should) go on forever.
"Let The Right One In" is one of two tracks that crack the 12 minute mark, beginning with field recordings of street sounds and tolling bells, dogs barking and whirling wind, all set a top a washed out bed of murmured guitars, a simple spidery bassline, shuffling drums, a soft focus shimmer, a brooding ballad, that gradually grows more and more post/math rocky, but never truly letting loose, until the last few minutes, but this time the psych freakout is reeled in, and instead the band just get a little epic and majestic, with thick looped riffage, soaring chords, repeating mantra like as the song finally unwinds. "We Will Rise" is a super minimal stretch of gurgling effects laden murk, with some spare drumming, soft squalls of guitar glimmer and a warm liquid bassline running through it, leading directly into "Glacial" which is in fact glacial, a thick whirring drone, muted buzz, and grinding downtuned whirs wound tight into a softly pulsing minimal drift, with some seriously SUNNO)))-like doomic swells off in the background, haunting and hushed and seriously ominous.
Which leads perfectly into the epic closer, "Polvere Di Stelle", fuzz bass, big drums, weary ethereal vocals, and guitars galore, a hazy washed out drug rock space out, more tangled leads, swells of super distorted wah wah riffage, the drums wild and forceful, the whole song a massive lurching beast, building to a super chaotic psychedelic blowout, a speaker melting crescendo, drums colliding like atoms, the guitars whirling and howling, the vocals another hazy layer, everything locked into a churning hypnorock sprawl spreading out into the cosmos...
The cd comes in a cool mini lp style full color gatefold sleeve, the lp is housed in an eye popping super elaborate psychedelic silver foil metallic sleeve and is EXTREMELY limited....
MPEG Stream: "Dead"
MPEG Stream: "Counting Sevens"
MPEG Stream: "Three Quarters"
MPEG Stream: "Polvere Di Stelle"

album cover WHITE HILLS s/t (Thrill Jockey) lp 19.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
Latest full-length from these Hawkwind worshipping drug-drone psychedelic space rockers from New York, after their killer long players Heads On Fire and Glitter Glamor Atrocity, as well as 7 or 8 other kick ass cd-r's AND a couple 12"s, all leading us here, quite possibly their heaviest and most full realized record yet.
Beginning with "Dead", a track we're already pretty obsessed with, as it was the teaser track from the last 12", and even after spinning the 12" to, um, death, it's still a doozy: fuzzy, druggy, looped and hypnotic, with dreamy soft singing, beneath billowing clouds of distorted guitars, all hazy and super space rocky, definitely channeling the spirits of Loop and Spacemen 3, totally hypnotic, like a blown out krautrock jam drenched in tons of effects, you can almost hear the flashing strobes, and clouds of glowing smoke, the track just oozes druggy bliss.
And druggy bliss pretty much describes the whole record. "Countin Sevens" is a slow burning meander through some otherworldly landscape if prismatic clouds and barren moonlit expanses, the drums tribal and motorik, the guitar strummy and jangly, the bass throbbing and dense, all wound up into yet another seemingly endless sprawl of psychedelic excess, hazy, bleary and so utterly enthralling.
"Three Quarters" is the first track to get TRULY riffy, a sort of Stooges / Loop hybrid, the band locked into a churning loping rhythm, the vocals weirdly processed, exploding occasionally into even heavier double time downtuned grooves, before slipping back into that opening lope, before breaking down into 4 minutes of droned out space psych drift, wild tangled leads, long sheets of rumbling buzz, streaks of feedback, the bass and drums locked into a super heavy groove, another track that could (and probably should) go on forever.
"Let The Right One In" is one of two tracks that crack the 12 minute mark, beginning with field recordings of street sounds and tolling bells, dogs barking and whirling wind, all set a top a washed out bed of murmured guitars, a simple spidery bassline, shuffling drums, a soft focus shimmer, a brooding ballad, that gradually grows more and more post/math rocky, but never truly letting loose, until the last few minutes, but this time the psych freakout is reeled in, and instead the band just get a little epic and majestic, with thick looped riffage, soaring chords, repeating mantra like as the song finally unwinds. "We Will Rise" is a super minimal stretch of gurgling effects laden murk, with some spare drumming, soft squalls of guitar glimmer and a warm liquid bassline running through it, leading directly into "Glacial" which is in fact glacial, a thick whirring drone, muted buzz, and grinding downtuned whirs wound tight into a softly pulsing minimal drift, with some seriously SUNNO)))-like doomic swells off in the background, haunting and hushed and seriously ominous.
Which leads perfectly into the epic closer, "Polvere Di Stelle", fuzz bass, big drums, weary ethereal vocals, and guitars galore, a hazy washed out drug rock space out, more tangled leads, swells of super distorted wah wah riffage, the drums wild and forceful, the whole song a massive lurching beast, building to a super chaotic psychedelic blowout, a speaker melting crescendo, drums colliding like atoms, the guitars whirling and howling, the vocals another hazy layer, everything locked into a churning hypnorock sprawl spreading out into the cosmos...
The cd comes in a cool mini lp style full color gatefold sleeve, the lp is housed in an eye popping super elaborate psychedelic silver foil metallic sleeve and is EXTREMELY limited....
MPEG Stream: "Dead"
MPEG Stream: "Counting Sevens"
MPEG Stream: "Three Quarters"
MPEG Stream: "Polvere Di Stelle"

album cover WHITE HILLS Stolen Stars (Thrill Jockey) 12" 14.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
Super limited lp only collection of studio outtakes and rarities from psychedelic space rockers White Hills, the main attraction being the epic side long jam "Drift Away", anchored by a solid krautrock rhythm, wrapped in a woozy bassline, the bass and drums locked tight, while the guitars soar and howl, total epic slow build mega space jam of the highest order, thick clouds of droned out guitar churn and roil over thick slabs of crunchy riffage, leads wriggle wildly all over the place, all very druggy and lysergic and heavily spaced out, like a Hawkwind outro stretched out to fill up a whole side, EXACTLY AS IT SHOULD BE, we're always talking about how White Hills jams should go on forever, well, this is as about as close as we're gonna get. Endlessly hypnotic, the guitars piling up into huge layered looped expanses, seeming like they might explode into the stratosphere, but instead, finally wind down into a cool blissed out chill out, swirls of effects, the guitars softened and blurred into slowly fading swells of whir and buzz.
The flipside features two shorter tracks, the first a gorgeous slab of spacey synthy droning kosmische drift, not all that dissimilar to the recent White Hills (aka Black Valleys) aQ instore, pulsing, whirling ambience, a sea of swirling looped guitars, again layered and layered, built up to a glorious Sunroof!-style Ur-drone, while the second track is way more murky and washed out, thick streaks of distorted riffage, blur into almost drones, the bass thick and undulating and driving the whole thing, the drums a buried throb, the guitars growing more and more crystalline, and less and less murky as the track progresses, totally droned out and mesmerizing!
LIMITED TO 1000 COPIES, housed in a cool bootleg style lp sleeve.

album cover WHITE HILLS The Process (Sonic Meditation) cassette 8.98
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Super limited cassette tape from aQ beloved NY psychedelic space rockers White Hills, two side long slowburn psych-kraut groovers, part of a series that offers up a sort of rough draft of some of the 'process' that went into the creation of their most recent full length H-p1, and as you might imagine, everything you (and we!) love about White Hills is present and in full effect, the skeletal motorik drumming, the low slung slithery basslines, the effects drenched guitars, the psychedelic swirls, explosive crescendos, the brooding grooves, weird samples, wah wah guitar freakouts, the sound murky and muddy and washed, out, super lo-fi, but it totally suits them, making this sound like some unearthed seventies psychedelic rarity. The A side is the murkier of the two, raw psychedelic minimalism, that splinters near the end into some weird found sound, and then a chaotic coda. While the B side is much more expansive, still pretty lo-fi, but more guitars going on, chiming and soaring, with swirling melodies, the bass especially thick and super distorted, and a long stretched out super blissy second half, which finds everything dialed way back, the band drifting druggily and dreamily, through a thick expanse of hum and hiss and thrum, finally finishing off with some tripped out backwards guitarscaping. Nice.
LIMITED TO 250 COPIES, already sold out so these are the last copies we'll be able to get.
MPEG Stream: "The Process: A Step In"
MPEG Stream: "The Process: A Look Outside"

WHITE HILLS They've Got Blood Like We've Got Blood (Fuck Off And Di) cd-r 12.98
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Synth psych kraut weirdness from NY. Julian Cope raved about it on his Head Heritage website. We have loads of the version the band released but Cope's remixed version is already out of print, and we only have a few copies left.

album cover ACID MOTHERS TEMPLE AND THE COSMIC INFERNO / WHITE HILLS Sonic Attack (Psychedelic Warlords) (Trensmat) 7" 5.98
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Wow. We sold out of these in a heartbeat. We did everything we could to get more, and lo and behold, we did actually discover two places that had them, but when they showed up, every single copy had a little gouge in the cover. So we tried to get replacements, but apparently, a huge chunk of the pressing had that little dent in the sleeve, so... since this is WAY out of print from the label, as well as pretty much every distro we order from, we figured that we might as well list these since, barring that little imperfection, these are pretty much perfect, the vinyl is mint, it's just that dang little gouge. So here you go, we have about 40 of these, and these are most definitely the LAST COPIES EVER. Be aware that the covers do have that slight imperfection / little gouge on the back, but this record RULES, both tracks from both bands are amazing, so if you can handle that little thing on the back of the sleeve, suck it up and dig into these two slabs of psychedelic space rock bliss!
Where to even start... HAWKWIND. The mighty lords of drugged out space rock, without whom, most of the bands we love might not even exist. These four Hawkwind records: Doremi Fasol Latido, Hall Of The Mountain Grill, In Search Of Space, and Space Ritual, are pretty much all anyone needs to know about space rock. Or whatever it is that Hawkwind do, long sprawling jams, extended psychedelic workouts, heavy and trippy, totally drugged out and divine, while at the same time, surprisingly catchy. But yeah, aQ folks probably already know how much we love Hawkwind.
So if we were to pick six bands to cover classic Hawkwind tunes, we might not have picked these six, but then again, we very well might have: Mudhoney, Mugstar, Acid Mothers Tempo And The Cosmic Inferno, White Hills, Kinski, Bardo Pond. Holy hell! If this were just a comp with those bands, we'd be all over it, but the fact that they're covering Hawkwind seems like it was made just for the aQ faithful, and who knows, maybe it was. Spread out over three 7"s, we almost didn't list these separately, but as a set, 'cause to our minds, who the heck would only want one or two of these? But you never know, so for those of you who didn't already freak out and toss all three into your cart, here's a brief bit about each specific 7":
Volume 2, "Psychedelic Warlords", features Acid Mothers Temple, who are an obvious choice to pay homage to a band who was doing the AMT thing 30 years ago, and in true AMT fashion, Kawabata and company go for it, covering "Brainstorm" although it's difficult to tell, as it's buried under sheets of wild freaked out psych guitar and blown out space rock effects EVERYWHERE. It really doesn't sound all that different from any number of other AMT jams, but that's basically because every AMT jam is a tribute to Hawkwind, isn't it?
AMT are matched up with NYC's White Hills, who ditch much of their usual spaceiness for something a bit harder, tackling "Be Yourself" with crunchy chugging guitars, pounding drums, wild tangles of distortion drenched leads over the top, the band not so much covering the original, as transforming it into an endless psychedelic hard rock loop, the band churning and grinding out a steady stream of psychedelia over that endless main riff, before drifting off into a cloud of glittering soft psych shimmer.
The packaging is brilliant, perfectly tripped out psychedelic acid flashback, naked lady, geometric design, cribbed from the original Hawkwind artwork (or at the very least, an incredible simulation), the sleeves are printed complete with shelf wear and corner creases (so don't complain, they're meant to look like they've been on your shelf for decades), each one SUPER LIMITED!

album cover HEADS, THE / WHITE HILLS Collisions Volume 1 (Rocket Recordings) 12" 17.98
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Another record that barely needs a description at all. Essential listening for all psych nerds, space rock freaks, and anyone into shredding, spaced out, druggy, dreamy heaviness, which we would imagine would be most of you!
Two sidelong tracks, one each from aQ faves White Hills, and another aQ fave, UK space rockers The Heads. Both exclusive tracks, both kick ass, gorgeously packaged, super limited, you know the drill, if you haven't already thrown one of these into your shopping cart already, well then heck, here's a quick rundown of each track:
The Heads launch right into it, almost as if someone just randomly pushed the record button mid epic jam, there's nothing, then suddenly the band is crushing! Buzzy and blown out, tons of guitar shredding, wild wah wah, crumbling distortion, tearing up a storm a la Monster Magnet or Acid Mothers Temple, stoned and wasted and wild, until about halfway through, the song shifts, and the group stagger wildly through a lurching start stop freakout, very off kilter, tons of space, the band definitely getting a bit freaky, until finally, the track coalesces again and we're back in full on hear-of-the-sun ur-jam mode. Awesome.
The flipside finds Whitew Hills, in a contemplative mood, or if not contemplative, super drugged out and lysergic, their sound less blasting and wildly shredding and more sort of drifting, a Spacemen 3 vibe runs throughout, woozy, meandering, loping rhythms wreathed in a druggy haze, the guitars all tangled up in swirling clouds of distorted buzz, super effected vocals, drawled and washed out, the whole track tripped out and Loop-ish, baked and sooooo psychedelic, this track definitely had us drifting off into some other WAY more outer space. So good.
Incredible packaging, the thick vinyl housed in a super psychedelic full color die cut sleeve, the record label visible through the hole, and inside a full color 12" by 12" printed insert. Needless to say (but as is our style, we'll say it anyway), ESSENTIAL. Oh, and very very limited...

album cover WHITE HILLS Abstractions And Mutations (self-released) cd-r 8.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
The return of White Hills, and their East Coast Hawkwind worshipping Stooges stomp FX blowouts. Every disc has kicked our asses, each one exploring a different side of WH's spaced out psychedelic sound. From the swirling cosmic krautprog of No Game To Play, to the more straight ahead space rock of Glitter Glamour Atrocity to the recent collaboration with Bay Area noisemakers White Pee, a half hour blast of ambient spacenoize. Where does Abstractions And Mutations fall? It falls smack dab in between all of those, but it falls HARD and HEAVY. Easily the fiercest outing yet from Dave W. and his bearded and robed wizards of druggy sonic overload. Beginning with a seriously metallic riff, and some super effected vocals, the band pounds relentlessly, adding tons of melody and a wicked hook, and then a brief space-y shuffle, before the song explodes into three minutes of amp frying psychguitar destruction.
The 15 minute "Left Behind" begins by drifting through some Tangerine Dreamed outer space void, peppered with fluttering drum fills, abstract shards of guitar, and clouds of shimmering FX, before again, exploding into a relentless acid jam, the drums splattering and sputtering, pounding and thrashing, the guitars wailing and howling, everything wrapped in a dense haze of buzz and effects. The rest of the record strikes a balance between the two, the blissed out laid back haze, and the face melting psychedelic freakout, culminating in the super tripped out final track, a sort of disembodied Doors-y jam, slow and spare, vocals drifting, guitars burning in soft swells, the percussion doused in reverb, the pace seriously stoned, before the chaos rains down from above, an intense drum guitar duel, the reverb and delay joining in for good measure, a swirling head spinning blow out.
This was some sort of tour only release, we managed to get most of the remaining copies direct from the band, which means, not only are these crazy limited, but that when we run out, odds are we will NOT be able to get more. Packaged in plain white sleeves, with simple stickers affixed to the front and back...
MPEG Stream: "Eye To Eye"
MPEG Stream: "Left Behind"

WHITE HILLS / DER BLUTHARSCH split (WKN) 7" 17.98
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album cover WHITE HILLS / GNOD Aquarian Downer (self-released) cd-r 9.98
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Latest from these aQ beloved, NY based drugdronepsychspace rockers, this time, they've teamed up with mysterious UK outfit Gnod, who add a whole other layer of fuzz and grit and blown out buzz, to WH's already heady heavy spaced out sound. In fact the entire first track are most of the second consists primarily of blurred, smeared ambient drones, washed out FX drenched soft noise, more Sunroof! that Hawkwind, but eventually, this sprawling freeform swirl begins to coalesce into something only slightly more cohesive, a shuffling tribal mantra, a cycle of simple percussion and whirring thrum that reminds us of No Neck or Sunburned Hand. Even into the third track, the record has yet to ROCK, instead, muted tablas, streaks of space-y effects, more warm shimmering whir, very tranquil and meditative and almost sort of stoned sounding. Track three finishes off with a little flurry of glitch and squelch, leading into still more muted bliss.
BUT, track 4 is when the band really start to intensify, the drums locked into a more Krautrock sounding beat, the guitars thickening, the ambience slightly more ominous, until finally, the band launch into a seriously heavy and dark, spaced out kraut jam, mostly drums, way up in the mix, pounding and pulsing, beneath a sky full of FX and riff-less guitars offering up clouds of rumble and throb, the bass, a thick black serpent, coiled up around the propulsive rhythm. It's even more intense and 'heavy' sounding after the first three tracks, that while awesome on their own, all dark and raga like, also served to build some serious tension, like some sort of super long intro. But this jam will definitely not disappoint long time WH fans in need of their drone psych space rock fix.
The record finishes off with some super intense synth dronebuzz, like a super ominous dark ambient Tangerine Dream, a simple wavery tone, whirring malevolently within a cloud of drifting muted effects, little bits of shortwave buzz, streaks of hiss and whir, eventually drums join in, but not to rock really, instead they just lock into a repetitive pound, laced with little flurries of percussive splatter, but mostly the drums just pound away, the cymbals unleashing huge sheets of metallic shimmer, the guitars again forgoing riffs and gushing blown out FX soaked buzz, over all that synths swirl, electronics bleep and bloop, it's like a chaotic blend of the heaviest most drugged out and damaged Acid Mothers Temple and Hawkwind outros, until the crowd sounds come in and it becomes clear that this was all live, which makes it even more impressive.
Packaged in a plain black cardboard sleeve, with a paste on front and back cover, and a photocopied insert with liner notes.
SUPER LIMITED as always. We got the very last copies. 40 of em. Not sure we'll be able to talk them into making more if they run out, we'll of course try if it comes to that, but best to grab one of these quick just in case!
MPEG Stream: "Hard Butter Reality"
MPEG Stream: "Subordinate Contact"

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