BIANCHI, MAURIZIO Industrial Murder / Menstrual Bleeding (R.O.N.F. Records / Phage Tapes) cd 13.98
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Maurizio Bianchi is one of the pioneers of Italian industrial culture, with a single-minded, visionary bleakness that inspired hordes of death-obsessed noise technicians from the '80s onward. He recorded at a frenzied pace from the late '70s until 1984, when he ceremoniously quit making music with numerous stories surrounding his self-imposed retirement. Yet, he slowly began to tinker with electronics in the mid-'90s and gradually returned to a similarly manic pace which once again came to a screeching halt in 2010. Despite this current work stoppage of Bianchi's new recordings, there's still plenty of material which has not been reissued (or may not have been released at all for that matter!). Industrial Murder / Menstrual Bleeding is an album whose recordings date back to 1982, but didn't get released until 1992 when Banned Productions released the album on vinyl. Of course, that quickly went out of print, and that will probably be the fate of this cd edition as well. Not much of Bianchi's best work stays around for long.
1982 found Bianchi cycling through an ongoing variation on a theme, which began with Symphony For A Genocide and came to a conclusion with Das Testament. Self-described as 'decompositions,' Bianchi was pretty much an improviser on drum machine, distortion pedals, turntable, and synths, creating a demonic noise which sprawled above the mutable rhythms which slipped out of militant lock-step grinding into asynchronous pulses, all the while scraped and smothered with scabrous noises, atonal dive-bombing gestures, and sickening vibrations. His weird morphing of sound and rhythm really set him apart from pretty much all of the other industrialists who fashioned their work through the act controlling noise and chaos with plenty of abject and transgressive signifiers floating around. Industrial Murder / Menstrual Bleeding is an adaptation of the same themes you would hear on those aforementioned albums, with all of the noxious rhythmic meanderings, Frankensteinian melodic plodding, and sea-sickening accelerations of synth noise that's commonplace amongst these Bianchi recordings.
Limited to 300 copies.
MPEG Stream: "Industrial Murder"
MPEG Stream: "Menstrual Bleeding"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO NH/HN (n/a) cd-r 9.98
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"NH/HN" is evidently a bootleg of an old cassette-only recording release originally self-released in 1982 (???) by the pioneering Italian Industrialist Maurizio Bianchi (who sometimes referred to himself simply as MB), yet strangely none of this work found its way into the ArcheoMB reissue campaign. Despite there being very little information to be found about this recording, it shares much in common with the last works Bianchi made from 81-83 including his masterpieces of carcinogenic electronics "Endometrio" and "Carcinosi." Dense layers of Bianchi's archetypal fibrillations of grimy electronics and electro-shock dronings crawl ominously through endlesslessly cycling variations, punctuated with frigid divebomb squeals. While the albums reissued on the ArcheoMB series only hinted at such a theory, "NH/HN" appears to be an improvisation with slabs of flickering melodies erupting from Bianchi's abused Korg synth. These improvisational models are far from playful, but do offer extra readings to Bianchi's work outside of the clinical calculation of misanthropic metaphors and deadly, corrosive atmospheres. Well worth it if you've gotten into those aforementioned Bianchi albums.
RealAudio clip: "NH"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO & LAND USE Psychoneurose (Manifold) cd 13.98
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The last time we remember Maurizio Bianchi (who often referred to himself as MB) producing a good record was back in 1984 when the Italian industrialist produced Armaghedon. After he released that cold cold record of neurally fused electronics, Bianchi infamously quit making music and declared himself a Jehovah's Witness. The transition for a man who produced records alongside Whitehouse and Nurse With Wound toward a fringe contingent of Christianity certainly draws one's attention to the work that he made immediately before this conversion, as the bleakness of the sounds take on grand epistomological references. It was assumed that he was never going to make any music ever again; however in the late '90s, Bianchi returned to music, only to produce some of the worst New Age ambient drivel we'd ever heard. These records were so incredibly bad that when labels ballyhooed one of his records as something as good as Carcinosi or Endometrio (universally considered his best and most devastating recordings), we were more than a little skeptical, thinking back to the lame New Age outings.
Thank God, we gave Psychoneurose a listen, as this record is so spectacular that perhaps we will be searching out some of those other records to see if they are as good as they were claimed to be! Is Psychoneurose as good as the aforementioned Carcinosi / Endometrio dyptic? Well to be perfectly honest, no; but Bianchi and whoever the hell Land Use is have really done well in returning to the all-encompassing, utterly blackened, subterraneanly frigid, nightmarishly grim, soul-crushingly bleak, death-shroud ambience that Bianchi had produced back in the day. Expansive, Frankensteinian drones constanly broadcast a black energy, marred with tactile corrosive noises and synthetic twitches which could only be made by the same anaglog technology of Bianchi's classic recordings. So until those aforementioned albums come back in print yet again, Psychoneurose holds its own as a worthy substitute.
MPEG Stream: "Cerebrum"
MPEG Stream: "Neurotropismo"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO & LAND USE TSE-K (Small Voices) lp 16.98
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We raved about the last sonic meeting between these two dronelords, the legendary Maurizio Bianchi aka MB, and soundscaper Land Use, that record, Psychoneurose, was a return to form for Bianchi, after a string of very disappointing recordings, which we couldn't help but attribute to Land Use. Whatever sort of magic the two were able to conjure up on Psychoneurose, it wasn't an isolated event thankfully as TSE-K find the two teamed up again in 2005 with similarly fantastic results.
Best to begin probably by simple quoting the two quotes from the back of the lp describing the music within, or at least the ideas behind said music. First: "Electro-neural mitosis for hypochondriac neurotonic waves and farraginous tone emissions, achieved during the decline of the 2005". Indeed. And then: "The tabular discovery of the infectious scent is unseating the undelayable grinding of an extremistic property. In The rancid combination of 'Bionic Music' and 'Musique Conrete', the virological zoning renders some synthetic and respectable optograms to the marginal intractability. TSE-K oppresses the phototherabeutic egotism with its pre-recorded electronic sources and deranged acoustic samples. It's the sharp and insignificant scream melted together with mutated voices... Physiological disinfestation and some treatment for the hypochondriac listener." Phew, um... Okay. Let's be honest, we have no idea what any of that means, but it is clouded in mystery, and in that way definitely represents the sounds contained on TSE-K, which at its very core is a minimal drone record, a gorgeous one at that. nothing really harsh or heavy, more dark and soothing and dreamy, but within the swirling low end tones and softly whirring rumbles lurk all manner of melody, and of texture, overtones create strange rhythmic pulses, the sounds occasionally coalesce into thick shimmering throbs, before slipping back into the drifting blackness below. In the case of TSE-K, headphones are most definitely like a diving bell, letting the listener sink into the inky blackness, and observe the various sonic elements and subtle melodic activities that are all tangled up in the blackened layers of warm ominous murk.
The flip side offers up more of the same, but the drone element is a bit more subtle, more of a backdrop for slivers of feedback, and grinding bits of textural buzz, more colors, the shades of black bleeding into browns and reds, not quite as abject and cold, streaks of glowing warmth shooting through a wide open expanse of greyed ambience and abstract post industrial minimalist drift.
We only got a dozen of these, and we're not sure we'll be able to get more when we run out. Fair warning...

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO & TELEPHERIQUE The House Of Mourning (Radiotarab) cd 14.98
Found a handful of these hidden way in the back room, most likely the last copies we'll see of this...
Some collaborations find a way to strike a balance between two strong aesthetics, and others resolve themselves with one aesthetic absorbing the other. Maurizio Bianchi has been a force to be reckoned with in recent years, thanks to his return to powerful, cold electronics featured on an avalanche of recent releases; yet, it's a little difficult to discern where he is on The House Of Mourning. Ostensibly, this is his collaboration with the German industrial project Telepherique; and from the sounds of the album, it's Telepherique who clearly are in the driver's seat. The looping MIDI-synth electronics, the life-support system rhythms, and the heavy use of sampled Arabic media lend themselves towards the realms of Cabaret Voltaire and Muslimgauze; and it's hardly the all consuming swarm of Bianchi drone that we've come to expect. That said, Telepherique's industrialist klank and threatening atmospheres are well articulated and quite pleasing in their own right. Limited to 500 copies.
MPEG Stream: "Sad News"
MPEG Stream: "Shock"
MPEG Stream: "Sorrow"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO & TH26 Arkaeo Planum (Small Voices) cd 16.98
It seems that Maurizio Bianchi will collaborate with anybody these days. We can recall the Italian Industrial pioneer working with the likes of Aube, Telepherique, Land Use, Telepherique, Hitoshi Kojo (whose M.B. collaboration Epidemic Symphony was definitely one the forgotten gems of 2006), and now TH26, an Italian project with only a handful of obscure recordings dating back to the mid-'90s. Many of Bianchi's contemporary collaborations have resulted in teeth-gnashing drones reflecting the existentially torn metaphors of Bianchi's work from the early '80s (which for our money is miles above the work of Whitehouse, Merzbow, and Ramleh back in the day). But in working with TH26, Bianchi appears to be expressing an entirely new facet of his musical vocabulary, that of rhythm. Arkaeo Planum begins with a skittering post-Autechre breakbeat augmented with fragments of smoldering noise strewn about its rhythmic underbelly. Bianchi and TH26 slowly dive into subterranean depths on the next track which features a much more lugubrious crawl for rhythm, drenched in a reverb that expands into an eerie network of Schniztler drones, thudding piano, and fizzing pixilations channelled into focused beams of searing noise. If anything, the tracks on Arkaeo Planum might parallel the final works of Coil with their synthetic sourced sidereal, dark overtures...
MPEG Stream: "Aereo Planum"
MPEG Stream: "Arkaeo Planum"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO (M.B.) Men's True Hated (Menstrual Recordings) cd 14.98

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO (M.B.) + M.D.T. Psalmodiam (Menstrual Recordings) cd-r 14.98
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Psalmodiam is yet another in the ceaseless output from Italian industrialist Maurizio Bianchi; and this time, he's collaborating with the mysterious project M.D.T for a limited edition CD-R that expands upon Psalm 63. Bianchi is a devout Jehovah's Witness and has attempted to bring his spiritual beliefs into the bleak realm of his suffocating electronics to limited success. That poor track record of bad ambient records with sugary new age sensibilities is turned around on Psalmodiam, which seeks to expand upon the poetry of Psalm 63. That particular Psalm finds David singing to the glory of God all the while asking that those who seek to harm David be "given over to the sword and become food for jackals." It seems that this latter poetry of divine vindication is where Bianchi and M.D.T. begin. The central structure of this album is a series of very cold passages for cavernous drones, upon which tiny electrical glitches sparkle and crinkle alongside churning, mechanical pulses. At times, these expansive sounds resemble the finer moments of Lustmord or at times have some of the smeared fluidity of Troum's dual guitar attacks. This fine entry from Mr. Bianchi is limited to 199 copies and comes with hand painted covers.
MPEG Stream: "In A Dry And Exhausted Land"
MPEG Stream: "During The Night Watches"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO / M. B. Das Platinzeitalter (Incuna Bulum) cd 14.98
NOW ON CD!!
The mission has been terminated, once again. Without giving any reasons, Maurizio Bianchi has given up producing music. Of course, this is not the first time that Bianchi had ceased operations, as he famously disappeared from sight around 1984 after a frenzy of releases beginning around 1978. Those albums, in particular Symphony For A Genocide and The Plain Truth, as well as William Bennett's antics on two early MB records released on Come Organisation, secured his status as a heavy weight of Industrial Culture alongside Throbbing Gristle, Nurse With Wound, Ramleh, and Whitehouse; and the demonstrative cessation only served to buttress his mythology. But by the late '90s, Bianchi began recording once again, gradually returning to the frenzied pace he set during his earlier peak of activity. Unfortunately, the new work has not always been up to snuff, as he didn't seem to turn down any collaborative offer and didn't seem too interested in the finer points of editing his content. BUT, there have been some real gems amidst the chaff.
Hence, we announce Das Platinzeitalter. A quintessential Bianchi construction, this album meditates upon the minutiae of crumbling systems, returning to a common theme of Bianchi's classic period -- the cancerous body faced with a slow demise through ancillary pathogens. His sounds are blackened ambiences culled from stacked grey-smear loops and elongated ashen drones, some of which have been purported to originate from Jozef Van Wissem's lute recordings, although you'll be hard pressed to find anything lute-like in these shadowing sounds. Ominous. Grim. Foreboding. Oppressive. Neurotic. These are all apt descriptions to Bianchi's best work; and those all apply here, but with the strange twist that this ambience is somewhat contemplative, as if Bianchi's death-obsessed soundtrack is more of an enveloping invitation instead of a scream of horror.
MPEG Stream: "Aurea Aetas"
MPEG Stream: "Die Erbsunde"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO / M. B. Das Platinzeitalter (Weird Forest) 2lp 22.00
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The mission has been terminated, once again. Without giving any reasons, Maurizio Bianchi has given up producing music. Of course, this is not the first time that Bianchi had ceased operations, as he famously disappeared from sight around 1984 after a frenzy of releases beginning around 1978. Those albums, in particular Symphony For A Genocide and The Plain Truth, as well as William Bennett's antics on two early MB records released on Come Organisation, secured his status as a heavy weight of Industrial Culture alongside Throbbing Gristle, Nurse With Wound, Ramleh, and Whitehouse; and the demonstrative cessation only served to buttress his mythology. But by the late '90s, Bianchi began recording once again, gradually returning to the frenzied pace he set during his earlier peak of activity. Unfortunately, the new work has not always been up to snuff, as he didn't seem to turn down any collaborative offer and didn't seem too interested in the finer points of editing his content. BUT, there have been some real gems amidst the chaff.
Hence, we announce Das Platinzeitalter. A quintessential Bianchi construction, this album meditates upon the minutiae of crumbling systems, returning to a common theme of Bianchi's classic period -- the cancerous body faced with a slow demise through ancillary pathogens. His sounds are blackened ambiences culled from stacked grey-smear loops and elongated ashen drones, some of which have been purported to originate from Jozef Van Wissem's lute recordings, although you'll be hard pressed to find anything lute-like in these shadowing sounds. Ominous. Grim. Foreboding. Oppressive. Neurotic. These are all apt descriptions to Bianchi's best work; and those all apply here, but with the strange twist that this ambience is somewhat contemplative, as if Bianchi's death-obsessed soundtrack is more of an enveloping invitation instead of a scream of horror.
This 2lp was originally released as a cd on Van Wissem's Incunabula a couple years back, and now appears on vinyl courtesy of Weird Forest in a modest edition of 500 copies.

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO / M.B Technology 1 & 2 (At War With False Noise) 2cd 14.98
You would think that with not one, but four archival collections of Maurizio Bianchi's seminal work from the early '80s, all of these recordings would have been made available by now. Actually, an excerpt of Technology 1 did appear on the Vinyl-On-Demand 5LP boxset Archives 1, but nowhere has Technology 2 been reissued, barring the dodgy bootlegs throughout the past three decades. Technology 1 & 2 were originally self-released cassettes that Bianchi issued under his MB moniker in 1981.
For those not familiar with the work of MB / Maurizio Bianchi, Technology 1 & 2 actually works as an excellent primer into his industrial wastelands strewn with carcinogenic pathogens and primitive landmines. This Italian musician came to prominence through his initial work with William Bennett of Come Productions and later through a few releases on Broken Flag; and his recordings throughout the late '70s and early '80s were definitely of the 'Industrial' mindset as in Whitehouse, Throbbing Gristle, and SPK. But his references were less the detourned rock structures of those outfits, his influence came more from the German camps: Klaus Schulze, Cluster, Conrad Schnitzler, etc. In applying the death-culture aesthetic of those aforementioned Brits to the electronic expressionism of those aforementioned Germans, Bianchi had a jumping off point for a massive output, which is clearly why these tapes had yet to see the light of day.
Both Technology 1 and 2 are poly-dimensional explorations of searing hiss, robotic bleeps, turgid noise, and mechano rhythms. The first chapter throb with pulsing electronics that splatter across a hot-wired electrical field that almost engender the noxious energy of shortwave radio receptions of utility signals. These sharply rendered rainbow electronics are contrasted by the far more alienating shivers of electrical sound on Technology 2. Here, Bianchi sets up sheets of metallic vibration and rippling static for his insistent pulses of stun-gun blasts. Both of these discs are much closer to the Symphony For A Genocide and Mectpyo Blut album found in the MB box. Bianchi was true to the misanthropic attitudes of his youth on these recordings, presenting the sounds as the artifacts of technology that invade the body on a cellular level to destroy from within.
MPEG Stream: "Technology 1 Untitled 2"
MPEG Stream: "Technology 2 Untitled 1"
MPEG Stream: "Technology 2 Untitled 3"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO, NOBU KASAHARA & HITOSHI KOJO The Epidemic Symphony No. 9 (Octpia) cd 17.98
BACK IN STOCK!!! We've long championed the work of Maurizio Bianchi, the grim electronic sculptor whose work in the early '80s paralleled the likes of Whitehouse, Ramleh, and Matthew Bower's early power electronics project Total. As much as we would like to ramble on about Bianchi's intriguing musical and existential history in reference to this record, it's almost a moot point as it's really hard to discern any sounds that bear the signature of Mr. Bianchi. Don't let that caveat scare you off from checking out this thoroughly amazing blur of noise, drone, acoustic tumult and electronics; but we have to be completely honest. No, it doesn't sound much like a Bianchi record; instead, the real author of the final mix of The Epidemic Symphony No. 9 is the little known Japanese sound artist Hitosji Kojo (who also records as Spiracle). If there's any justice, Hitoshi / Spiracle shouldn't be "little known" for very long. In fact, he should be heralded as the viable contender to replace David Jackman / Organum as the king of the droning acoustics. And no, none of the guttural drone expressionists who splatter cd-rs with quickly rendered cosmic exasperations come close to the power that Jackman was capable of in the '80s. But Hitoshi Kojo does.
Like Jackman, Hitoshi's work is a dense compounding of layered acoustic textures, each of which are impeccably recorded and carefully positioned within the stereo field. In working with the source material presented by Bianchi and Nobu Kasahara (another obscure Japanese sound artist who has collaborated once before with The New Blockaders, giving some clue as the cacophony he's capable of), Hitoshi continues this strategy of precisely placed sounds which are then given plenty of opportunity to growl, rumble, vibrate, and bristle however they see fit. Where the first lengthy track steadily builds up to a crashing crescendo that abruptly cuts to silence, the second track exhibits some of what may be Bianchi's sounds -- a return to the Sacher Pelz techniques of varispeed tape and crushed turntable clatter which Hitoshi compounds into rippled acoustic shimmer. For the finale, Hitoshi blurs the source material into an industrial chorale marked by a surprisingly elegant two-note melody. Highly recommended!
MPEG Stream: "First Day"
MPEG Stream: "Second Day"
MPEG Stream: "Flaming Rose"

BIBLE, JEREMY & JASON HENRY Shpwrck (Experimedia) cd-r 10.98
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We've picked up another title from the Ohio based field recordists / audio collagists Jeremy Bible and Jason Henry, after being suitably impressed by their earlier album Vectors. The title alone to Shpwrck offers unsettled maritime references, and the lulling pace of lugubrious half melodies and creaking metal does little to alter the course down to the bottom of the ocean. The opening track is effectively simple repetition of a haunted melody, with all of the tape oxidization and murk that makes for a successful Disintegration Loop for William Basinski. Bible and Henry introduce quiet cracklings which sporadically make themselves known, sort of like embers popping in the aftermath of a fire. This combination is so effective, immediately other sublime works with seaworthy themes come to mind: Nurse With Wound's Salt Marie Celeste, Elegi's Sistereis, or the Philip Jeck / Gavin Bryars / Alter Ego redux of The Sinking Of The Titanic. More recognizable instrumentation comes to the forefront throughout the rest of the album, with twinkling bells and flutes contrasting next to a dystopian blurt of a post-Cosey Fanny Tutti trumpet with matching bellows from huge metallic objects being struck and then twisted into a deep, dark ambient smear. There's even some piano which alternates between maudlin impressionist gestures and angry minor key strikes. For all of the baroque objects which litter the descent way way down, Bible and Henry coax an even surface of atmospheric shadow and tactile grit into the mix. A very fine collection of work that is also quite limited. 150 copies, we believe.
MPEG Stream: "Shpwrck1"
MPEG Stream: "Luupn"

BIBLE, JEREMY & JASON HENRY Vectors (Experimedia) cd-r 10.98
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Jeremy Bible and Jason Henry are two Ohio based sound artists, who draw heavily from field recordings from the rust belt and obfuscate them into seductive, occasionally dark pieces of fizzing ambience. The details of decaying leaves from the artwork of Vectors immediately translates into the opening passages of Vectors, as a tactile crackling nestles into a womblike drone. The soft crunch could easily come from Loren Chasse's meditations on broken earth and crumbled leaves, but they could be confused for the vintage turntable collages of Philip Jeck. But as the passages for layered tones and variable loops begin to articulate themselves against the tactile grit of those aforementioned sounds, Bible and Henry showcase themselves more as digital sculptors closer to Aidan Baker and Tim Hecker. Their looping repetitions progressively appear as a slowly generative kaleidoscope with cross-hatched smears, refracted distortions, and slightly eerie abstracted noises, all set against a static electrical hum. Flickered haunted melodies appear and disappear amidst
thobbing metallic drones, 8-bit distortion and post-Fennesz fizzing ring modulation before seamlessly shifting into an obfuscated field recording. On one occasion, a blustery chorus of blackbirds breaks through the shimmer and pixelation; on another, the two include the modulated Doppler effect of cars roaring past along a freeway, recalling the Hafler Trio's revelation that God told him to record the sound of cars passing by. Limited edition to 150 copies, or thereabouts.
MPEG Stream: "Alska"
MPEG Stream: "Flck2"
MPEG Stream: "Lmp"

BIBLE, JEREMY & JASON HENRY Vryashn (Gears Of Sand) cd-r 11.98
Here be the sad sounds of drowning. This Ohio-based pair has quietly amassed an intriguing catalogue of digitally treated dronemusic and manipulated field recordings, with Vryashn being maybe the best so far, oozing with a gorgeous subaquatic melancholia. Aside from all of their sound design tricks, the piano is the central instrument on Vryashn with its notes stretched and elongated into sinewy tones. While the treatments are quite similar to what Brian Eno did on Thursday Afternoon and to what Jonathan Coleclough achieved on Period, Bible and Henry attack the piano with much greater force through their heavy handed arpeggiations on the lower register keys. When wrapped into the slow-motion whirlpool of oceanic reverb and and cyclical drone construction, the brooding notes of the piano sound as if they are the last notes being played by some madman trapped on the ship slowly sinking into the depths of the Black Sea. Tactile bits of organic scrapes and cracklings sweep across the stereo field and dissolve into the ever deeper and blacker void of the waters below. Like Gavin Bryars' similar opus on oceanic collapse, The Sinking Of The Titanic, there is a sublime beauty to these sinking sounds. Recommended, for sure!
RealAudio clip: "jbjhvryashn1.mp3"
RealAudio clip: "jbjhvryashn2.mp3"

BIG CAN s/t (Sub Jam) cd 16.98
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An awesome recording of Japanese and Chinese sound artists - some of whom you should know and some of whom you probably don't - gathering inside a massive oil container and mustering all sorts of acoustic noises in response to the huge amount of natural reverb within that space. Otomo Yoshihide and Sachiko M are the two big names from Japan, and Yan Jun is the most well known of the Chinese artists, although he's accompanied by a half-dozen other artists as well. While this might seem like a pretty large assortment of people making a racket inside the giant oil drum, the recording is suitably restrained with many of the bangs, scrapes, and prolonged vocalizations thoughtfully responding to the industrial reverb. It would be very easy to confuse some of these episodes with one of the fictional subterranean realms of Lustmord or Thomas Koner, but here all of that expansive isolationist reverb is in fact recorded live. Cracks of wood upon the thick metal walls give way to a coordinated chorale of sustained vocal bellowing that's not too far from ritualized chants of the Tibetan or Gregorian variety, with small eruptions, clatterings, and rustlings of various objects presumably found within. When the activities diminish and some chiming metals are struck, the length of the echo seems to last close to 15 seconds before finally decaying to nothing, allowing resonance from outside to intrude. It's very clear that all of those within the space know a thing or two about improvisation, knowing that shutting the hell up is just as important as making the right sound. But it's the space itself - the Big Can - that is the real massive presence throughout the recording.
MPEG Stream: "Big Can"

BIG PINK, THE Tapes (!K7) cd 14.98
Don't be expecting the awesome droned out druggy gothy smeary shoegazey electro pop of The Big Pink's A Brief History Of Love debut we raved about a while back, cuz this is not in fact a new Big Pink record, instead, it's a killer mix tape those guys compiled, that is very reminiscent of the recent F*>k Dance, Let's Art comp, a killer collection of witch house, nu-gaze, glow-wave, weirdo electronica and all the other twisted microgenres we've been digging lately. And like all good comps, a handful of familiar faces, and a bunch of new bands that we are now dying to hear more from.
Witch house is definitely heavily represented, which is cool since, most of the witch house stuff has only been available on super limited cd-r's or as downloads, up first is GrillGrill (although typed properly the 'i's are little asci crosses), who unfurl a creepy stripped down slithery bit of slowcore electronic creep, with haunting atmospheres and weirdo sped up vox, Balam Acab's witch house anthem "See Birds" shows up, a fuzzy, almost dubsteppy bit of gently glitchy gauziness, with angelic vocals, wreathed in reverb, drifting over swirling industrial loops and shimmering synths, an old out of print Salem jam pops up too, a gloriously murky slow-mo shoegaze hip hop cough syrup doom pop crawl, there's also "Mumbai" by oOoOO, another witch house anthem, a slithery Portishead-y skittery downtempo drift with sped up vocal snippets, and super distorted synths.
There's also Gang Gang Dance, who do a spaced out psychedelic Kate Bush meets the Boredoms sort of ethereal jam, dubstepper Joker chops up soul vocals and creates a super witchy stuttery dubbed out groove, the Big Pink do show up, with a heavily remixed (by Gang Gang Dance) slab of fuzzy synths, looped samples and tribal rhythms, Actress unfurl some super minimal laid back murky psychedelic techno, the Xx get all moody and sultry and smokey and dreamy, and that's about it for the names we know.
But almost all of the tracks here are pretty great: Love Distance, Active Child, Henry Moan, Sewn Leather, Yusuf B, Light Asylum, Horse Macgyver, No Bra, the sounds ranging from looped swirling collaged sampledlic easy listening, to shoegazey eighties style new wave electropop, to fuzzy distorto hip hop creep, to fractured anthemic rhythmic indie pop, to various shades of what to these ears sounds very witch house-y, and on and on.
Definitely anyone who dug that F*>k Dance comp will dig this too, but really, anyone with a voracious appetite for new sounds, who has been digging these latest strains of twisted electronica and warped electro pop, this is probably the mixtape you wished someone would make you!
MPEG Stream: GRILLGRILL "Slow Dancing"
MPEG Stream: JOKER "Snake Eater"
MPEG Stream: SEWN LEATHER "Smoke Ov The Pvnk"
MPEG Stream: OOOOO "Mumbai"
MPEG Stream: BALAM ACAB "See Birds"

BIGOT, FRED Mono/Stereo (Holy Mountain) cd 13.98
Utter obsession with a particular artist or style of music is, of course, something we're familiar with... and fully in favor of. In the case of the oft-praised by us Holy Mountain label, such obsession has lead to some quite amazing discoveries and reissues in the field of Japanese psychedelia, for instance, among other Holy Mountain specialties. This release, too, is the result of obsession, and it's been 10 years in the making. We remember way back, when Holy Mountain head honcho JW, before he had his label (he used to work at one of our suppliers), would rave about the vinyl-only 12"s of French "shuffletime" techno producer Fred Bigot (pronounced Bee-joe we assume). According to JW, Bigot's electronic tracks were in fact utterly psychedelic. And they were. Fuzzed out, raw and repetitive, hypnotic with their shuffle (schaffel) rhythms. We never forgot 'em, and neither did JW/Holy Mountain, who now finally presents the 4 cuts from Bigot's two 12" singles circa 1999 and 2000 on compact disc, along with 4 more tracks, one of 'em from a 2001 comp, the other 3 presumably previously unreleased. Definitely a bit of a 'dream come true' for Holy Mountain.
You may also know Bigot in his -other- guise of Electronicat, who has put out a lot of records we also like. But while Electronicat provides a playful dose of T-Rex style glam and glitter, and even rockabilly, with campy vocals and wah-wah guitars making appearances, upping the glam angle immensely, in comparison these tracks under Bigot's own name are stripped down, minimalistic, and without the more bubblegum elements. Imagine instead Pan Sonic, but with more of the synth-psych spirit of Christine 23 Onna. On the original 12" cuts, it's all about the mesmeric shuffle throb, the distorted crunch and scrunch, the almost drone-like repetition. (We like repetition. We've said it before, we'll say it again.) Definitely good headphone listening, or to be cranked LOUD on your home stereo. And then some of the tracks here, not from the 12"s, aren't even beat-oriented at all.
For starters, there's the intro sine-whine of opener "Chant", pretty abstract and clinical. Then, it's shuffle time, as that's followed by the one-two punch "Mono" and "Stereo" from Bigot's first 12", both tracks crude 8+ minute throb-a-thons, like followed by the equally effective cuts from his second 12", "Binary" and "Ternary", which adds glammy handclap sounds into the mix. Seeing as how getting those two crucial 12"s on cd is worth the price of admission alone, hitting repeat and playing those four tracks over and over again is certainly an option, but when you do continue on with the disc, there's further treats to be found. Next up, a change of pace with the void-ian atmospheres of the windily desolate "Extinction", full of spacey rumble. Then, bang, "Lr-Yz" is another monomaniacal, mesmeric cruncher in the tradition of the 12"s. Following that is "Outside", a 10 minute track suggestive of field recordings, with electronic sounds like crickets chirping, something like Ryoji Ikeda conducting a nighttime nature sounds symphony, but one that speeds up nervously if that's wasn't enough. And then, "Symmetriad" ends the disc, combining the distorted throb of the 12" cuts with the more haunted ambience of the likes of "Extinction" and "Outside". So it all kind of appropriately comes together, and for a collection of tracks not originally intended as an album, this actually adds up into one surprisingly well, a unified vision with a bit of variety. Maybe 'cause all the tracks, recorded in Paris and Berlin, were made with the following only: "Roland TR808 + Rat distortion + Waldorf filter + Sherman filter + Lexicon Jamman". We don't know... but we do like it, can't get enuff. Big ups to Holy Mountain for bringing these Bigot tracks back!! That old obsession never let go we guess, and pays off for all of us now.
MPEG Stream: "Mono"
MPEG Stream: "Binary"
MPEG Stream: "Extinction"

BILLY BAO Sacrilege (Afterburn) cd 15.98
A killer cd compilation from Spain-via-New-York noise rocker and audio experimentalist Billy Bao, whose May 08 lp we made Record Of The Week, and whose Dialectics Of Shit we reviewed recently as well. This cd collects that Dialectics lp, as well as a handful of earlier releases. The whole thing is packaged in a jewel case, then wrapped in sandpaper and sealed shut with duct tape. Here's a review of the Dialectics lp, now cd, and after that we'll give a quick rundown of the other stuff compiled here.
So first up is the wonderfully titled Dialectics Of Shit, and we're happy to report, that while the horns that were all ovr May 08 seem to be M.I.A here, everything else is present and accounted for, BIG TIME. A gloriously filthy, in-the-red, sludge fueled noise drenched monster. Weirdly produced, super chaotic, rife with sharp angular skree, pounding Neanderthal drums and a growled phlegmy vocal that seethes maniacally. All that stuff is locked around single, KILLER riffs, each track, a looped hypnotic crush, that riff pounded out over and over and over and over, while the various other elements swirl and careen all around it.
Insane bursts of grinding crunch, thick sheets of Merzbowian hiss, long stretches of brittle jangle and thump that will suddenly get swallowed up by a blown out wave of sub sonic low end, or a cloud of white noise will well up obliterating everything in its path, all the while the bass and drums 'groove' churns away, often emerging from one of those disruptions a whole different beats, a sort of muted murky bit of surf guitar, some weird twang, everything off kilter and woozy and noisy and INTENSE. The guitars are sharp and jagged and rough edged, slippery and warped, the riffs seem to be melting, or crumbling to pieces before your ears, the whole record a stumbling, lurching, blackened dirge noise behemoth. All the while, little hooks, and insanely catchy flourishes surface here and there, keeping the record weirdly catchy, and almost poppy occasionally, the sound is schizophrenic, about faces all over the place, sudden edits, overlapping sounds that don't seem to fit (but somehow do), voices all tangled up in guitar melodies tripping over struggling drum pound, everything on the very edge of total collapse, somehow held together in one massive speaker destroying chunk of tweaked and twisted heaviness.
The weird thing when you finally see these tracks in your cd player, is that all the songs are of an exact length, almost all the songs on Dialectics are 3:00 long, the two songs from the ep are exactly 10:00 each, and all ten of the tracks from the 7" are exactly 1:00 long. Weird.
ANyway, the Fuck Separation ep from 2007 is two ten minute long jams, the whole thing, all twenty minutes made up of the same riff, a killer for sure, looped and locked and pounded out over and over and over, while the vocals howl, the sound shifts from sharp and jagged to murky and muddy, only near the end, does it begin to unravel and fall apart in a glorious pile of broken beats shrieking feedback, the riff never letting up until the very very end.
The Accumulation 7", also from 2007, follows a similar pattern, locking into a single sludgey garage-y Brainbombs style groove, while the vocals howl and mewl, and the sound gets more and more brittle and noise and fucked up until it devolves into a blonw out nearly white noise damaged psych free-for-all.
Incredible stuff. Heavy and heady, fucked up and freaked out and damaged and demented, and some of the best shit we've heard in forEVER.
MPEG Stream: "I Am Billy Bao, Right Here Right Now!"
MPEG Stream: "Tight Ass Bleeds"
MPEG Stream: "I Am A Mirror / Putrefied Egos"
MPEG Stream: "Borders Of Mass Deception"
MPEG Stream: "1"
MPEG Stream: "2"

BILLY BAO Urban Disease (Pan) lp 27.00
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All right, a new Billy Bao, a crazy expensive fancy pants lp, sorry about that, not sure why it's so expensive, it's super limited, imported from overseas, original artwork by HENRY FLYNT!, cool silkscreened plastic sleeves, all that stuff probably contributed to the crazy price, but for the noise obsessed, and specifically BB obsessed among you, it'll take more than $36 to keep you away from another slab of damaged, caustic noise punk weirdness from this demented noisenik.
And demented this stuff is, beginning with a loooooong stretch of barely there hushed crawl, voices, drones, all way down in the mix, played in the store it almost sounds silent, but don't crank the volume, cuz soon from the silence explodes a monstrous chunk of downtuned dirgery, wrapped in swirls of warped buzz and woozy layered crunch, a simple caveman beat pounding away, weirdly hypnotic, like some sort of kraut-noise-rock, which gives way to stuttery staticky stop and start rhythmic hiss, spitting out an almost martial sounding rhythm, underpinned by strange mumbled vox and peppered with shards of feedback and deep tectonic rumbles.
After still more near silence, BB and co. spew some seriously Merzbowian thud rock, all wrapped in jagged squalls of white noise and grinding feedback, stumbling rhythms, that sound like they were made out of distorted voices. Soon after comes maybe the coolest part of the record, a twisted bit of skipping stuttering skittery free jazz, almost like some drunk turntablist spinning dusty old Coltrane records, at the wrong speed, while some nervous footed punter continually kicks the plug out of the wall only to plug it right back in again, dizzying and almost carnivalesque.
After still more whispered drift, another bout of pounding feedback drenched noiserock, culminating in a final stretch of near silence, punctuated by sharp bursts of caustic blown out crunch and fucked up grinding howl, rhythmic and dementedly mesmerizing. Woah. Some serious outsider noiserock damage for sure. Definitely headphone listening, but headphones WITH earplugs!
As mentioned above, super swank packaging, pressed on 140 gram vinyl, housed in a jacket with original artwork by Henry Flynt, in a cool hand screened sleeve, imported and limited, and thus the hefty price tag (it was $36!). Only 3 left!!!

BILLY BOYS Anthology (Ektro) cd 14.98
We really wish we could tell you more about the Billy Boys. Other than that they're Finnish, and they're batshit bonkers (we suspect some causality there). Leave it to Jussi from Circle to unleash this sonic weirdness on an unsuspecting public. Ostensibly only of interest to the nerdiest of Finnish music historians, and of course aQuarius Records and all the weirdo Finnish music obsessives that sail with her, the Billy Boys were a super obscure Finnish outfit, featuring one member of legendary Finnish punk band Terveet Kadet, formed with the idea of creating a "country influenced trash rock band", which to a certain degree was a success. There are moments that definitely could be described that way, but as the label explains, that sound "mutated into something more grotesque". But then if you believe Jussi, the radiation from the Chernobyl meltdown poisoned the drinking water in Finland in the eighties, and did irreparable damaged to the Billy Boys, aka Mr. Hank Morlock, and Mr. Johnny Helicopters, actual brothers in fact.
Grotesque it is, label misinformation be damned, but gloriously grotesque, in that way it seems only Finnish music can truly be. Sure lots of you love Circle and Pharaoh Overlord, Avarus and Kemialliset Ystavat. But what about Aavikko, Deep Turtle, Death Trip, Liimanarina, Worms, Sperm, Chainsmoker, Radiopuhelimet, Dr. Gunni, Sweetheart, The Vacuum Cleaners, weirdo one man band Keuhkot, the haunting outsider psychedelic folk of Pekka Streng, the Cleaning Women (a bunch of Finns who dress up like housewives and play all manner of kitchen appliances and implements), Mieskuoro Huutajat (the Finnish men's shouting choir, who wear ties made from old innertubes and shout national anthems)?? Now that we read over all of that, maybe there really IS something in the water over there. Cuz what else could account for so much whatthefuck music being created in one little country? Whatever it is, we're grateful - we can't get enough of Finnish musical weirdness, and the Billy Boys are definitely right at home on that list, and are definitely toward the WTF? side of the Finnish sonic spectrum. Sure, take that "country influenced trash rock" thing, add some primitive synth blurt, some insanely low-fi production, crappy drum machines, probably throw in a lot of drugs, and go from there.
The collection starts off with the group's 1984 single "Mystery Train", which could be a sort of catchy pop ditty, had it not seemingly been recorded in a tin can, in a bus station bathroom - the resulting low fidelity as much a part of the Billy Boys' sound as the music itself. Tinkling melodies, yelped vox, a bloopy bleepy rhythm, all doused in blown out white noise crumble, which as you listen reveals itself as either a guitar or a keyboard, so distorted it just becomes a blur of sonic gristle, but somehow, it manages to be a kinda catchy ditty. From there on out, all best are off. "Get It On" takes a sonar ping rhythm, adds some weird electronic glitch, and some mumbled Finnish vox, not to mention some buzz and weird malfunctioning effects. The suddenly you realize, it's a cover of T-Rex's "Bang A Gong", but only once you hear the title moaned in heavily accented English, over what sounds like a primitive pong machine. WTF indeed!
Some tracks do actually do sound like countrified trash rock, with jangly guitars, crooned vocals and galloping rhythms, but in some cases, like on "Lonesome Train" after a minute or so, the track devolves into something else entirely, in this case a speaker blowing squall of noise, before transforming into a creepy slo-mo dirge, female vocals over stumbling drums and constantly shredding guitars way down in the mix. Elsewhere, that 'trash rock' devolves into an electronic flecked dirge, laced with all sorts of random sounds, detuned guitar strum, pulsating synthesizers, howled shrieks. And then check out "Harley Man" with its twang guitar and handclap rhythm, wrapped around enthusiastically belted out cookie monster vocals, or "The Spider And The Fly" which is a haunting sprawl of experimental minimal pop, that sounds a little like the Residents, or "My Wild Love", which is about as close as these guys get to a heartfelt ballad, croony and creepy, but weirdly beautiful.
The rest of the record unwinds just as confusionally, with blurts of damaged honky tonk, Teutonic echo-drenched industrial throb, warped drugged out damaged blooze blowouts, some cool twisted sort of rockabilly grooves, stumbling cold wave minimalism, a disturbing slo-mo cover of "Love Me Tender" that sounds like the soundtrack to a particularly twisted nightmare, some electronic flecked minimal dirge punk, super abstract experimental pop, that occasionally consists of motorik drumming over, hushed whispers and woozy low end thrum, or super spaced out glitch and skitter, flecked with fragmented vocals, and heck even some almost straight ahead pop, but of course the Billy Boys add some creepy ghastly vocals, and suddenly it is transformed into something "more grotesque".
There's so much going on here. Total warped whatthefuck outsider genius. There are moments of serious sonic brilliance for sure, peppered amidst some mouth breathing, knuckle dragging, confusional, demented sonic damage, but somehow, those two sides of the Billy Boys balance, and the result is a twisted, and valuable artifact of outsider Finnish underground music genius.
Not for everyone, obviously, maybe not even for most people, but we're pretty into this stuff, and have been listening to it like crazy. If you dig any of the weirdo Finnish outfits mentioned above, or just love totally twisted warped outsider sounds, these guys might be your new (old) favorite band. And odds are you can drive everyone else in your house batshit at the same time!
Includes a massive fold out booklet, with extensive liner notes, IN FINNISH, and lots of photos.
MPEG Stream: "Mystery Train '84"
MPEG Stream: "Get It On"
MPEG Stream: "Mr. Death"
MPEG Stream: "Lonesome Train / Pearl Of Berlin"
MPEG Stream: "The Spider And The Fly"
MPEG Stream: "Love Me Tender"
MPEG Stream: "Sun Of The Gun"
MPEG Stream: "Mystery Train '58 Mic Test"

BIOSPHERE Mysterier (Touch) 7" 7.98
Two lovely tracks of nocturnal electronica from the perennially exceptional Biosphere (aka Geir Jenssen). While he recently produced the N-Plants album, a disc rippling with taut rhythms amidst his signature warm ambience, the tracks here date back to 2006 when he was working on the Dropsonde album. Both of these tracks represent some of the darkest work we've heard from Biosphere, marking a considerable detour away from his typical work; and we're certainly not complaining at all. Glacial and arctic references abound in this Norwegian's work, but on the A side "Fluvialmorfologi," they take on the ominous pall of what BJ Nilsen mustered under his older Hazard moniker, through sodden drones and rasping sinewave tones. The B side "Feber" is more in keeping with the somber nature of the aforementioned Dropsonde album, built upon a languid loop of minor-key strings topped with subtle effects and melodic interludes, not too far from the work of Leyland Kirby or the Konigsforst period of Gas. Great stuff, but we would expect no less from Biosphere!

BIOSPHERE N-Plants (Touch) cd 15.98
Overt rhythms had seemingly disappeared from Biosphere's work over the past decade, as he had been building his lush ambient electronica from orchestral loops and samples. Dropesonde may have broken into an electronic jazz shuffle for a moment or two, but all of his signature ambient-techno structures seemed to be something of the distant past (especially from his 1994 album Patasknik). That is until the 2011 release of N-Plants, which is the first album from Biosphere to feature the drum machine with any regularity since maybe Cirque in 2000. Gier Jenssen hasn't lost his touch, that's for sure, as a clean, mechanical breakbeat punches through the slow-as-molasses basslines and heavenly ambient swooshes on "Shika-1." Blooping melodies march alongside the clockwork rhythms of "Joyo" and "Ikata-1," and "Genkai-1" could be some missing Boards Of Canada track from Music Has The Right To Children with its off-kilter sub-melody locked in step with a warmly cybernetic tumble of algorithmic notes and a gliding hip-hop breakbeat.
This is all well and good as simply a great Biosphere record, but Jenssen actually finished this album in early 2011 as a study on the architectural designs of the Japanese nuclear power plants built during the reconstruction period in the middle of the 20th century. On completion of N-Plants, he saw this as a soundtrack to those plants, their relationship to the turbulent landscape, and the potential damage caused by radiation contamination if something were to happen. Little did Jenssen know that the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant would succumb to the damage from an earthquake and subsequent tsunami. While his precognition is downright spooky, the album is not. It's quite lovely and lilting even in its mechanical design.
MPEG Stream: "Shika-1"
MPEG Stream: "Ikata-1"
MPEG Stream: "Genkai-1"

BIPOLAROID Illusion Fields (Surreal But Kind) lp 13.98
It seems like ages since we last heard from East Coast acid psych combo Bipolaroid, but in fact it's been about 4 years, which seems to be about how long it takes these guys between records, but as always, it's well worth the wait.
The first two Bipolaroid records were big hits around here, both E(i)ther Or and Transparent Make Believe took early Pink Floyd as their starting point, but the band took that sound and stretched it way out, weaving woozy, tripped out, psychscapes, all whirring organs, fuzzy guitars, swirling strings, spaced out effects and laid back drawled vox that were at times a dead ringer for Syd Barrett. It was easy to get lost in those records, the sounds hooky and hazy and hypnotic, and even four years on, very little has changed, if anything, the band sound a bit heavier, the production more lush, the songs more propulsive and pounding, but also a bit more warped, almost like classic sounds dosed with some particularly virulent strain of LSD, the guitars a little tweaked and atonal, horns here and there, sounds drone and warble, pure psychedelia for sure, that minus the shiny new production, definitely sounds like it could be some unearthed sixties rarity.
The guitars are wild and wooly, buzzy and fuzzy, squiggly and distorted, slipping from riff to jangle, wild psychedelic lead to wrapped tangled atonal crunch, unfurling melodies wreathed in wah wah, draped over loping waltzes, and swaggery stomps, the vocals still a laid back drawl, settled just so in the mix, lots of acoustic guitars, and swirling keyboards, the vibe is jangly and psychedelic, but also a little dark, and a little bit wasted, the whole record a gloriously twisted sonic funhouse mirror, a wonderfully warped collection of dark twisted modern psychedelia, that should for sure hit the spot for old school psych obsessives, but might also appeal to folks into more modern psychedelic sounds...
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MPEG Stream: "Vampires On Montegut"
MPEG Stream: "Black Is The New Black"
MPEG Stream: "Dead Horse"
MPEG Stream: "Here Lies Sorrow"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Astro Catastrophies (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) 3xcd-r 23.00
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The opening track on Astro Catastrophies, this brand new triple disc set from Birchville Cat Motel, finds BCM tackling the RIFF, the static drone and blurred soundscape of past releases converted into a sort of druggy stoner rock, a hypnotic metallic krautrock. Think some minimal blissed out version of Kyuss, Circle, Pharoah Overlord, Gore, and Skullflower at their riffiest. In fact the sound here is similar to the transformation Skullflower went through when they released Exquisite Fucking Boredom. Harnessing all that free noise into churning spaced out riffage.
"Sublime Prince Of The Royal Secret" begins like any other BCM record, drifting black clouds of low end churn, leaning toward the more overt heaviness of BCM offshoot Black Boned Angel, but then the drums drop, and the riff unfurls, a huge sun baked, blown out, glacial crush, looped and mesmerizing, repeated and robotic, the drums pounding, a gorgeously heavy and hypnotic dirge. In the background though is an epic expanse of grinding murk, and glistening shimmer, keening coruscating sheets of bassy rrrroooaaar, haunting chimes, and howling feedback, building until the riff and the rhythms are swallowed up completely.
The rest of disc one follows a similar pattern, long drawn out smears of processed guitar, dense and roiling, muddy percussion and downtuned melodies, that seems as if they might drift on and on forever, before once again, the rhythm and the riff kick in, on "Driving Golden Dopamine", it's some unlikely splatter of clapping, that gives way to a strange stuttering Spacemen Three like riff over a motorik drum machine rhythm, and on "Divinity Soldiers", the washed out high end ur-drone becomes a chugging Hawkwind style doper up outer space exploration, relentless and intense, once again wreathed in glistening, glimmering shimmers of sound.
The other two discs are just as heavy, and riffy and kick ass, each track subverting the riff, turning it into some blissed out BCM cloud of sound, but rocking in a way Birchville never really did before. Andee had been bugging Kneale to record a record next time he was in SF, with him playing BIG LOUD drums, thinking it would be an amazing combo, a crushing rhythm section sunk into a dense black hole of buzz and drone, and damn if this doesn't come pretty close.
From stuttering single notes peppering a shuffling rhythm, the whole thing processed into machinelike loops, to almost My Bloody Valentine style blown out metallic bliss pop, to almost choral sounding streaks of glimmering high end sparkles over blurred guitars and fluttering melodies, to super chaotic kitchen sink clatter demarcated by a blooping bleeping drum machine, to the truly bizarre "Hells Silver Titans", that begins as a glorious chime flecked drone, but suddenly erupts into straight up AC/DC riffage (so much so that we're still not entirely convince It's not just a sample, and actually, after more listens we're convinced it absolutely is, a single riff, the clicking hi-hat, chopped and looped into a simple, head nodding jam, like Philip Glass composing with classic rock riffs, and finally, "Damn Infinity Hairtie", which closes the set with a slab of buzzing black noise, going from grim funereal low end, to amp destroying FX drenched stun guitar psychnoise freakout.
As with all Celebrate Psi Phenomenon releases, packaged in that immediately recognizable wall paper sleeve, with three printed inserts, one for each disc...
MPEG Stream: "Sublime Prince Of The Royal Secret"
MPEG Stream: "Driving Golden Dopamine"
MPEG Stream: "Divinity Soldiers"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Beautiful Speck Triumph (Last Visible Dog) 2cd 14.98
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Another release from the oh-so-prolific Campbell Kneale aka Birchville Cat Motel. And as much as we scoff occasionally at musicians who seem to release a record a week, Campbell's output has managed to remain relatively dud-free, even being one of the most prolific. The difference this time is it's a real cd, not a cd-r, and not just a cd, but a double cd! Exactly the way this sort of stuff was meant to be heard, stretched out forever with plenty of time to develop and expand, burn brightly and fade away. Two discs, six tracks, all but one twenty minutes plus. Drone nirvana my friends. A low rumbling drone that over the course of 30 minutes swells to a keening resonant whine with clicking and chirping (think crickets, pebbles, geiger counters) splattered throughout. Shakers, chimes, rattles, and bells manage to be clattery and distinct, but at the same time become a meditative and sonorous whole. Warm chords stretch langorously into the ether, while instrument crackle and amp buzz provide rhythmic support before spreading into a gauzy, indistinct raga. Chords and notes are smeared into a noir-ish cinematic blur-scape. A warm fuzzy expanse of late night swoosh, bookended by creaking springs and ambient clatter. A forty minute coda of clatter and croon and creak and crunch and click and calm. So goddamn good. Employing an unlikely arsenal of electric, acoustic and fake guitars, synth, cheap organ, recorder, clarinet, contact mics, wired turntables, violin, bells, baby rattles, firecrackers, piano, cymbals, melodica, steel pot lid, drums, space phone, tape loops and floorboards, Kneale may have sealed BCM's fate with an all but unbeatably perfect two plus hours of divine Ur-drone.
MPEG Stream: "White Ground Elder"
MPEG Stream: "Trembling Forest Spires"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Bird Sister Blasphemy (Battlecruiser / Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) cd 14.98
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Bird Sister Blasphemy is the most recent release on Battlecruiser, the outsider metal sublabel of the mighty Celebrate Psi Phenomenon which in the past has birthed such hellish AQ faves as Black Boned Angel, Mirag, Mrtyu, Wardagger, Wings Of Vengeance, Wolfskull, You Should Have Slain Me, Ghoul, Ming, Cicadashrine and The Cops among others. This is the first time a Birchville disc has found its way onto Battlecruiser, but once you hear it you'll understand why. A sort of a dark side addendum to the also just released (and reviewed elsewhere on this list) full length Birds Call Home Their Dead. Four songs, twenty six minutes, a no brainer if you're a BCM fan obviously, and especially if you just bought Birds Call Home Their Dead. The first track begins a dark meandering drone before the band launches into what sounds remarkably like a blown out version of the intro to Van Halen's "Hot For Teacher", and the song just sort of locks into step right there, turning that sort-of-intro, into a looped free-rock space jam, relentless drum pound, swirling clouds of freaked out FX, throbbing rumbling bass, and squiggly guitars and synths all over the place. The second track is like the harshest buzziest black metal record, made somehow even more harsh and buzzy, a relentless blast of blown out white noise fury, with some semblance of rock, buried way way way way down in the mix. Track three is some sort of tribal ur-drone free-skree raga workout, with layers of buzz and drone, what sounds like guitars and bagpipes and clouds of feedback and amp buzz and thick swells of screech and shimmer, all underpinned by a relentless drum corps krautrock rhythm jam. The title track finishes things off, and manages to take all the sounds from the first three songs and blow them to smithereens, whatever color comes after red as in "in-the-red", that's where this track is, pegged WAY beyond the red, a wall of vacuum cleaner guitar and squealing horn skree and some wild tribal drumming, relentless and circular, threatening to shred ear drums and speakers, before drifting off in a soft swirl coda of chants and mumbled percussive flutter. Phew. Maybe not as metallic as many of the Battlecruiser releases, but in no way is this the softest or the easiest on the ears. Fierce and furious and dense and harsh, but as with most BCM stuff with plenty of melody lurking within the chaos.
Bird Sister Blasphemy definitely holds up on its own, and is as good as anything in the series, but once you dive in, it's easy to hear the sonic connection to its Birds Call Home Their Dead big brother, and it's equally easy to see that you probably need both!
MPEG Stream: "Powder Slave"
MPEG Stream: "Tonal Fire Antichrist"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Birds Call Home Their Dead (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) cd 24.00
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Latest blast of brutal beauty from the Kiwi king of soft noise, Campbell Kneale, aka Birchville Cat Motel. Birds Call Home Their Dead is a three track epic, packaged in new ultra fancy packaging (more on that in a sec) and as always as lovely and dreamy as it is harsh and heavy. The opener, the title track, is nearly a half hour, beginning with layers of slowly shifting keyboard swells, little clouds of glitch and buzz, and a slowly developing krautrock beat. The keyboards sound like some damaged loop, yanked out of "Baba O'Reilley" and turned inside out, allowed to shimmer and shake, and to eventually erupt into a thick coruscating wash of jagged buzz and swirling noise. The drums remain an incessant pulse, like a Can rhythm track dropped into a Dead C b-side, and everything run through Kneale's magical bank of special FX. Like a supercharged outerspace noiserock Godspeed or something, that builds and builds and builds until the whole thing explodes into a full on in the red space rock free jam, like Monster Magnet, Hawkwind, F/i, Mugstar, the Telescopes, Circle and the Heads all jamming simultaneously. A dense cloud of FX, psych guitar, clouds of swirl and shimmer, streaks of feedback, walls of amp buzz and high end skree, all hovering over that unstoppable motorik beat. Eventually, the guitars drift off leaving just some strange random clattery and the sound of birds and insects and nature.
The second track is a brief burst of gorgeously languid high end shimmer, layers of guitar and tangled melodies as well as deep reverberant swells all woven into a swaying static sound field of notes beating against one another amidst a dreamlike raga drift. A pretty killer one two punch.
And as if that wasn't enough, for those of you who snoozed and losed on the recent ridiculously limited tour only cd-r Her Anger Is Limitless, well, you're in luck, cuz that whole disc is tacked on here as track number three. A single half hour track, created out of what sounds like manipulate samples of voices, is transformed into a massive glistening technicolor shower of sound. You know how when it's crazy hot, kids open up the hydrants and just run around in the street as tons of cool water rains down on them. Imagine a similar situation, except when the hydrant is cracked, out comes thick torrents of billowy fuzz and grinding whir, all sparkling and dense and warm and thick, and you just close your eyes and let the sounds wash over you and fill your ears. It sounds like a million guitars, and guys outside cutting down trees and tossing them in the wood chipper and some sort of futuristic synth battle and thousands of little bells and chimes and a roomful of amps turned on and buzzing with no instruments plugged into them, all smeared into one gorgeous glimmering sonic deluge.
As always, so absolutely amazing. And as we mentioned before, this is the first release in the swank new Celebrate Psi packaging, a full color, eight paneled digipak style sleeve, the outside retaining the CPsiP wallpaper motif, but the inside offering all sorts of gorgeous photos and some minimal liner notes, with the cd affixed to a little foam nub on one of the panels. Nice!
MPEG Stream: "Birds Call Home Their Dead (excerpt)"
MPEG Stream: "Her Anger Is Limitless (excerpt)"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Blankangelspace (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) cd-r 10.98
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We at AQ have long been fans of Campbell Kneale and his project Birchville Cat Motel who along with the Dead C, Omit, Gate and a handful of others have helped to define one of the richest free-rock-noise-drone scenes in the world. For years Kneale has been releasing cds, lps and cassettes (most of them quite limited) of noisy electronic soundscapes and gorgeous organic drones. So when we discovered Kneale also ran a label, we figured it was definitely worth checking out. And how right we were. Not only is all of the music on Celebrate Psi Phenomena amazing, but the packaging is perfectly and stunningly designed as well (quite nice considering this is a cd-r label. See our crappy cd-r packaging rants in the last three or four lists) with each cd in a plastic sleeve nestled between two sheets of old fashioned textured wallpaper, printed, and sealed with a gold star.
Two extended tracks from label overlord and sole member of the very prolific Birchville Cat Motel. The first track is 20 minutes of growling modulated wheeze, thick and low and rumbling, with subtly shifting melodies suspended jsut below the surface. Over the course of the track, the sound gets more urgent and more aggressive with swooping upper register scrapes and wails. Track two is an epic at 40 minutes. A primal drone built from instrument buzz, that beats and slowly shifts as the tones overlap and intermingle. This minimal hum and whirr builds in intensity until the low end threatens to shake your stereo from its now-precarious perch. Melodies crystallize from the cosmic slop, becoming a lush and spaced out epic drone ala Taj Mahal Travellers, with sparse (very occasional) percussion and keening high end explorations. Totally mesmerising.
RealAudio clip: "Blankangelspace 1"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Came a Great Stallion Whose First Leap Sparked The Celestial Star (Don't Fuck With Magic) cd-r 14.98
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Managed to get a little handul of these back in, not sure how long they'll last....
Before you get too excited, Birchville Cat Motel, the long running project of Mr. Campbell Kneale, is still defunct, this is not in fact a new record, but instead, an album that was originally intended to come out as an lp, but for whatever reason was shelved, until now! So yeah, THAT you can be excited about, and should be, cuz this long lost sonic missive from BCM is one of the prettiest we've heard. One of three new blasts from Kneale's Don't Fuck With Magic label, the successor to his beloved Celebrate Psi Phenomenon label, the others being a collab between Our Love Will Destroy The World (Kneale's post BCM project) and Finnish noisemakers Tomutonttu, and the first release from Tmpls (Kneale again), a furious face melting blast of super distorted New Zealand noise.
But this, what could be the last we hear from the late great Birchville Cat Motel, Came A Great Stallion Whose First Leap Sparked The Celestial Star, is dreamy and pretty and melodic, even by BCM standards, a slow, smoldering shimmerscape, all warm whirring thrum, swirling muted melodies, lush layered textures, it's like a Campbell Kneale Pop Ambient record, a glorious washed out landscape of blurred loops, of abstract ambience, plenty of buzz and rumble, but smeared into hazy streaks, all building to a gorgeously gauzy soft cacophony, before, wait for itÉ the drums come in. Yup, a buried rhythm, motorik and krautrocky, a simple skeletal framework, chugging away beneath a sky full of sonic solar flares, and fiery sheets of super nova sound, which seem to slowly coalesce into slow motion melodies, wound up in a darkly dreamy bit of krautnoise bliss. The drums do eventually fade out, leaving a soft focus squall of intertwined electronic tones, looped effects, and warbly alien melodies, a shimmery hazy dreamdrift outroÉ
Wow! So good. How this remained unreleased is definitely a mystery, and as much as we hate to proclaim a record so limited as such, this just might be one of our favorite Birchville recordings EVER.
CRAZY LIMITED! As in we have HALF the pressing, HALF of which we've already sold, so be quick, before these disappear.
MPEG Stream: "Sprang a Great Stallion Whose First Leap Sparked The Celestial Star (excerpt 1)"
MPEG Stream: "Sprang a Great Stallion Whose First Leap Sparked The Celestial Star (excerpt 2)"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Chaos Steel Skeletons: One (Celebrate Psi Phenomena) 2cd-r 17.98
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Long in the works 'career retrospective' from one man free noise avant rock doom drone wrecking crew Campbell Kneale and his long running Birchville Cat Motel. Six discs, spanning the life of BCM, unreleased tracks, rarities, long out of print lathe cuts, lps and cassettes, a mighty impressive and awe inspiring overview of a project that as far as we're concerned has yet to release a bad record. Which is sort of mind blowing considering the sheer volume of material Kneale has released over the last however many years.
So Chaos Steel Skeletons is definitely essential for all of you BCM fanatics. No matter how on the ball you were, how much of a constant eBay lurker you've been, there's no way in hell anyone, except the man himself, has all of these tracks. And the crazy thing is, this six disc set, is just a -selection- of tracks, a true comprehensive retrospective would have required some sort of box set of Merzboxian proportions. Not that we would have complained, in fact, just like most of you, we wouldn't hesitate to sign up for a 50 cd Birchbox RIGHT NOW. Just say the word.
For BCM newbies, we would probably recommend Chi Vampires or Our Love Will Destroy The World, as Chaos Steel Skeletons might be a bit much, or a bit expensive, but hell, it's all fucking great, and the more we think about it, the more we realize that maybe there might not be any better place to start that a 6cd set. But now those unfamiliar with the Birch are probably wondering, okay then, but what the hell does it sound like? Well, as stated above, Birchville hovers in some amorphous musical area we'd have to label 'free noise avant rock doom drone' or something like that. Imagine Sunroof! and the Dead C and Reynols and Hototogisu and Vibracathedral Orchestra and SUNNO))) and Wolf Eyes and the disparate sound worlds each inhabits, now imagine one little man who can flit effortlessly between them all, going from grinding chaos to soothing drone in the blink of an eye. From huge buzzy fuzzed out ragas to grinding downtuned pummel to blissy ambience to plinkplonk and clattery mayhem to shrieking high end skree and everything in between. The stuff on these discs tends toward the noisy (there's even a sort of Sabbath cover on volume three) as these are what might be referred to as 'the early years', but even at his noisiest, Kneale manages to sneak in some wondrous melody or soothing sound, even if it does often get totally obliterated moments later. You can by these double discs separately, but c'mon, you're not fooling anybody, buying two discs of a six disc set is sort of like petting half a kitten, or playing half a guitar, or watching half a movie, it just isn't right!!!
As always, SUPER LIMITED, handsomely packaged in cool wallpaper sleeves, and each disc comes with liner notes about each song, not always entirely informative, but usually pretty darn funny!
VERY RECOMMENDED!!!
MPEG Stream: "White Alpha Matte"
MPEG Stream: "Dog Pus Halo"
MPEG Stream: "Trinity High Water Mark 2"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Chaos Steel Skeletons: Three (Celebrate Psi Phenomena) 2cd-r 17.98
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Long in the works 'career retrospective' from one man free noise avant rock doom drone wrecking crew Campbell Kneale and his long running Birchville Cat Motel. Six discs, spanning the life of BCM, unreleased tracks, rarities, long out of print lathe cuts, lps and cassettes, a mighty impressive and awe inspiring overview of a project that as far as we're concerned has yet to release a bad record. Which is sort of mind blowing considering the sheer volume of material Kneale has released over the last however many years.
So Chaos Steel Skeletons is definitely essential for all of you BCM fanatics. No matter how on the ball you were, how much of a constant eBay lurker you've been, there's no way in hell anyone, except the man himself, has all of these tracks. And the crazy thing is, this six disc set, is just a -selection- of tracks, a true comprehensive retrospective would have required some sort of box set of Merzboxian proportions. Not that we would have complained, in fact, just like most of you, we wouldn't hesitate to sign up for a 50 cd Birchbox RIGHT NOW. Just say the word.
For BCM newbies, we would probably recommend Chi Vampires or Our Love Will Destroy The World, as Chaos Steel Skeletons might be a bit much, or a bit expensive, but hell, it's all fucking great, and the more we think about it, the more we realize that maybe there might not be any better place to start that a 6cd set. But now those unfamiliar with the Birch are probably wondering, okay then, but what the hell does it sound like? Well, as stated above, Birchville hovers in some amorphous musical area we'd have to label 'free noise avant rock doom drone' or something like that. Imagine Sunroof! and the Dead C and Reynols and Hototogisu and Vibracathedral Orchestra and SUNNO))) and Wolf Eyes and the disparate sound worlds each inhabits, now imagine one little man who can flit effortlessly between them all, going from grinding chaos to soothing drone in the blink of an eye. From huge buzzy fuzzed out ragas to grinding downtuned pummel to blissy ambience to plinkplonk and clattery mayhem to shrieking high end skree and everything in between. The stuff on these discs tends toward the noisy (there's even a sort of Sabbath cover on volume three) as these are what might be referred to as 'the early years', but even at his noisiest, Kneale manages to sneak in some wondrous melody or soothing sound, even if it does often get totally obliterated moments later. You can by these double discs separately, but c'mon, you're not fooling anybody, buying two discs of a six disc set is sort of like petting half a kitten, or playing half a guitar, or watching half a movie; it just isn't right!!!
As always, SUPER LIMITED, handsomely packaged in cool wallpaper sleeves, and each disc comes with liner notes about each song, not always entirely informative, but usually pretty darn funny!
VERY RECOMMENDED!!!
MPEG Stream: "Chinese Automotive Dimantler"
MPEG Stream: "Mercury Vapour Lamp"
MPEG Stream: "Tinfoilteeth"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Chaos Steel Skeletons: Two (Celebrate Psi Phenomena) 2cd-r 17.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
Long in the works 'career retrospective' from one man free noise avant rock doom drone wrecking crew Campbell Kneale and his long running Birchville Cat Motel. Six discs, spanning the life of BCM, unreleased tracks, rarities, long out of print lathe cuts, lps and cassettes, a mighty impressive and awe inspiring overview of a project that as far as we're concerned has yet to release a bad record. Which is sort of mind blowing considering the sheer volume of material Kneale has released over the last however many years.
So Chaos Steel Skeletons is definitely essential for all of you BCM fanatics. No matter how on the ball you were, how much of a constant eBay lurker you've been, there's no way in hell anyone, except the man himself, has all of these tracks. And the crazy thing is, this six disc set, is just a -selection- of tracks, a true comprehensive retrospective would have required some sort of box set of Merzboxian proportions. Not that we would have complained, in fact, just like most of you, we wouldn't hesitate to sign up for a 50 cd Birchbox RIGHT NOW. Just say the word.
For BCM newbies, we would probably recommend Chi Vampires or Our Love Will Destroy The World, as Chaos Steel Skeletons might be a bit much, or a bit expensive, but hell, it's all fucking great, and the more we think about it, the more we realize that maybe there might not be any better place to start that a 6cd set. But now those unfamiliar with the Birch are probably wondering, okay then, but what the hell does it sound like? Well, as stated above, Birchville hovers in some amorphous musical area we'd have to label 'free noise avant rock doom drone' or something like that. Imagine Sunroof! and the Dead C and Reynols and Hototogisu and Vibracathedral Orchestra and SUNNO))) and Wolf Eyes and the disparate sound worlds each inhabits, now imagine one little man who can flit effortlessly between them all, going from grinding chaos to soothing drone in the blink of an eye. From huge buzzy fuzzed out ragas to grinding downtuned pummel to blissy ambience to plinkplonk and clattery mayhem to shrieking high end skree and everything in between. The stuff on these discs tends toward the noisy (there's even a sort of Sabbath cover on volume three) as these are what might be referred to as 'the early years', but even at his noisiest, Kneale manages to sneak in some wondrous melody or soothing sound, even if it does often get totally obliterated moments later. You can by these double discs separately, but c'mon, you're not fooling anybody, buying two discs of a six disc set is sort of like petting half a kitten, or playing half a guitar, or watching half a movie, it just isn't right!!!
As always, SUPER LIMITED, handsomely packaged in cool wallpaper sleeves, and each disc comes with liner notes about each song, not always entirely informative, but usually pretty darn funny!
VERY RECOMMENDED!!!
MPEG Stream: "Beekeeper"
MPEG Stream: "Airlike MetalWeb"
MPEG Stream: "The Immaculate Perfume Of Freshly Sawn Timber"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Copenhagen (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) cd-r 10.98
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A single track, recorded live during Birchville Cat Motel's last European tour, in January, at a place called The Church in Copenhagen, Denmark. Things start off with what sounds like someone sliding the pews (if it is indeed a real church) over the rough stone floor, before those sounds are joined by tinlking, chiming clatter and a distant whir of compressed melody that slowly and subtly shifts and shimmers, hums and glistens, turning the jarring opening into dreamy, sleepy droning warmth.
MPEG Stream: "Copenhagen"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Cranes Are Sleeping (Ecstatic Peace) lp 14.98
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BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Creeping Frost Onset (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) cd-r 10.98
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We at AQ have long been fans of Campbell Kneale and his project Birchville Cat Motel who along with the Dead C, Omit, Gate and a handful of others have helped to define one of the richest free-rock-noise-drone scenes in the world. For years Kneale has been releasing cds, lps and cassettes (most of them quite limited) of noisy electronic soundscapes and gorgeous organic drones. So when we discovered Kneale also ran a label, we figured it was definitely worth checking out. And how right we were. Not only is all of the music on Celebrate Psi Phenomena amazing, but the packaging is perfectly and stunningly designed as well (quite nice considering this is a cd-r label. See our crappy cd-r packaging rants in the last three or four lists) with each cd in a plastic sleeve nestled between two sheets of old fashioned textured wallpaper, printed, and sealed with a gold star.
Another slab of prime drone from CPP main man Campbell Kneale, this time enlisting the help of two Kneale family members and utilising oscillators, turntables, clarinet, violin, motorized acoustic guitar, bowed roof (!) and various toy instruments. Starting with a dog whistle range sine wave that wavers and flutters on its way to your eardrum, it's soon joined by complementary (but no less piercing) harmonics as well as a barely audible low end pulse. You gotta be patient with this one. After about ten minutes, the high end shimmer becomes the foundation for a cacophony of clang and strum and feedback and clatter eventually breaking down into what sounds like a primitive preschool free jazz jam session. Toy pianos, caveman percussion, with spurts of beeping and squeaking and lots of noodling that eventually works its way back up to a shrieking, skronky free jazz drone ending in a meditative jazzy free rock shimmer...Nice.
RealAudio clip: "Creeping Frost Onset"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Crop Circle Empires (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) cd-r 10.98
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We at AQ have long been fans of Campbell Kneale and his project Birchville Cat Motel who along with the Dead C, Omit, Gate and a handful of others have helped to define one of the richest free-rock-noise-drone scenes in the world. For years Kneale has been releasing cds, lps and cassettes (most of them quite limited) of noisy electronic soundscapes and gorgeous organic drones. So when we discovered Kneale also ran a label, we figured it was definitely worth checking out. And how right we were. Not only is all of the music on Celebrate Psi Phenomena amazing, but the packaging is perfectly and stunningly designed as well (quite nice considering this is a cd-r label. See our crappy cd-r packaging rants in the last three or four lists) with each cd in a plastic sleeve nestled between two sheets of old fashioned textured wallpaper, printed, and sealed with a gold star.
Birchville mainman (only man) and CPP head honcho releases another gem. One 40 minute, delicate and crystalline drone. Quiet and slowly shifiting, like the sound of ice melting or a black hole forming or both. So gorgeous.
RealAudio clip: "Crop Circle Empires"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Curved Surface Destroyer (Last Visible Dog) 3cd 19.98
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At first we figured this massive triple cd was a collection of long out of print cassettes and cd-r's, which in a way it sort of is. In fact this three disc set is a collection of live performances, recorded all over the world, featuring different live versions of many classic BCM recordings, tracing the development of Campbell Kneale's Birchville Cat Motel, and the growth of BCM's sound from swirling found sound ambience to more aggressive free noise exploration (dipping his toes into the metal that would come to define his project Black Boned Angel).
The first disc features two tracks, both near 30 minutes, recorded in 1998 and 2000 in New Zealand. The first is a soft shifting shimmering soundscape of gentle whirs and distant percussive actions. Quite dreamy and tranquil. The second features a lot more buzz, a sort of extended raga, tones are stretched out into thick layers of sound, one atop the other, a hypnotic meditative dronescape of bombinating strings and glistening high end tones.
The second disc jumps ahead to 2001 and 2003, for two shows one recorded in a temple in Japan the other in Denmark. The Japanese show is a half hour of distant drones, behind ambient recordings of rain and wind, the music building and building until the drones sound almost like a rainstorm themselves. Very reminiscent of the sadly now out of print Kougezan Koukiji record, also performed live in a temple during a rainstorm. The Danish show clocks in at 40 minutes and is another abstract exploration, starting out very spare, with plenty of random clatter and found sound detritus, but eventually building into a thick heady drone before eventually breaking down into strange buzzes and reverbed whirs.
The third disc features two tracks from quite recently, one from last year, one from earlier this year. The first recorded in Scotland, is incredibly lush, a soft buzzing drone grows in intensity until it is a massive wall of vibrating strings, layers of thick whir and rumbling low end, near the end, in comes a killer drum and metal guitar riff, that sounds strangely like a loop pulled from "Number Of The Beast" but could, we suppose be the guys actually rocking out. Either way, it makes for an amazingly epic jam, this instantly recognizable metal snippet, repeated over and over beneath an ocean of glistening sonic shimmer. The final track, recorded in Japan, earlier this year, finds Kneale returning to his ambient roots, a soft shimmering soundworld, swirls of vibrating metal, loops of subtle sound smeared into silvery streaks, lots of metallic reverberation, somehow harnessed into a dark dolorous drift. So goddamn lovely.
Essential for ALL Birchville fans. Even if you have some of these tracks on a cd-r or cassette, these versions are distinctly different so you'll probably want them anyway. And for BCM newbies, this would make for a darn fine introduction (the price is right too for a triple cd!). Six breathtakingly gorgeous longform free drone epics, it doesn't get much better than this.
Once again, packaged in one of those now ubiquitous three-pocket plastic sleeves that's nice and slim but more or less ensures that all the discs will wind up with some minor cosmetic scratches on their playing surfaces.
MPEG Stream: "Reversing Spiral Galaxies"
MPEG Stream: "Fairy Teeth"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Four Freckle Constellation (Conspiracy) lp 30.00
Another new record from AQ's patron saint of buzz and drone and epic soundscapery, New Zealand's Mr. Campbell Kneale, aka Birchville Cat Motel. Every new BCM record is full of new sonic directions, new discoveries, Kneale deftly managing to forge ahead musically, while somehow infusing whatever it is he's doing with a distinct Birchville sound, that while difficult to describe, is not at all difficult to hear.
This lp only release comes from Belgium's Conspiracy records, hence the hefty price tag, but like all BCM records it's well worth it.
This one starts out with a bang. Or rather a grinding dirgey rrrrooooar. Sounding more and more like a full band, right out of the gate Kneale is spewing an avalanche of super chaotic and noisy doooooom, squalls of distortion, sheets of feedback, pounding drums, a seriously brutal chunk of heaviness, but that eventually gives way to a drones out bagpipe jam (an electric bagpipe, part of Kneale's unique sonic arsenal), sounding almost like a heavier more epic Amps For Christ. Drone-y and raga-like, the long drawn out upper register tones eventually bliss out into a whirring tranquil outro laced with deep soft swells and dreamlike whirs.
The flipside begins with tangle of thick buzz and streaks of rumbling low end, underpinning a garbled downtuned angular melody, strangely and sort of impossibly noisy and pretty simultaneously. The track lurches into full forward motion, as if we were in for another doomic dirge, but instead, the track transforms into a glistening bliss out, all sputtery percussion and twinkling high end, eventually finishing off in the same manner as side A, but here the outro is a bit more intense, the tranquility disrupted by muted shards of atonal chaos, finally drifting off to silence.
LIMITED TO 350 COPIES!!! With super intense four panel, fold out, full color cover, with artwork by Seldon Hunt.

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Gunpowder Temple Of Heaven (Pica Disk) cd 14.98
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Noisemaker Lasse Marhaug's Pica Disk label offers us three brand new blasts of delightful noisiness. Two discs of SERIOUS noise from Incapacitants and Hijokaidan, and this one of softer prettier noise, from long time aQ favorite Campbell Kneale, aka Birchville Cat Motel.
And even by BCM standards, Gunpowder Temple of Heaven is pretty pretty noise. One long meditative ur-drone, shimmering, glistening layers of reverberating sound, like Spacemen 3 played Phill Niblock. The sort of dense dronemusic, that becomes alive when listened to closely. The various sounds sprawling and twisting, changing shapes, timbres shifting, overtones beating, subtle rhythms, ghostly melodies, all this going on just below the surface. The surface being long thick, rich tones, each drifting subtly, tonal colors gradually changing.
What begins as soft and shimmery, soon builds to something more gritty and dense, glistening sonic flares smeared into roiling swirls of blinding sound. Eventually, the rough edges are worn away, and the tone becomes more and more pure, smoother and more rich, the sound of organs, and lilting melodies surfacing, the sounds gentler, their interactions with each other more complimentary, soothing, dreamlike, mesmerizing, various notes and tones gradually sloughing off, leaving less and less sound, the drone becoming more fine, more simple, until finally, a single note wavers and then blinks out. Divine!
Super deluxe gorgeous packaging. Gatefold digipak, with thick velvet backing for the cd, and a booklet with an awesome BCM essay from the Dead C's Bruce Russell.
MPEG Stream: "Gunpowder Temple Of Heaven (excerpt)"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Her Anger Is Limitless (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) cd-r 11.98
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We won't go into to much detail with this one, other than to say, boy are we lucky. This is a tour only cd-r release, available exclusively on BCM's 2006/7 European tour, and thankfully, since most of us couldn't make it to any of those shows, Mr. Campbell Kneale, aka Birchville Cat Motel, stashed us a whole half of the pressing! That's right, 25 of the 50 are here, and if those numbers don't make it obvious, these will be gone before you know it. And as if we even need to tell you, it's a killer. So act fast if you want one of these.
A single half hour track, created out of what sounds like manipulate samples of voices, is transformed into a massive glistening technicolor shower of sound. You know how when it's crazy hot, kids open up the hydrants and just run around in the street as tons of cool water rains down on them. Imagine a similar situation, except when the hydrant is cracked, out comes thick torrents of billowy fuzz and grinding whir, all sparkling and dense and warm and thick, and you just close your eyes and let the sounds wash over you and fill your ears. It sounds like a million guitars, and guys outside cutting down trees and tossing them in the wood chipper and some sort of futuristic synth battle and thousands of little bells and chimes and a roomful of amps turned on and buzzing with no instruments plugged into them, all smeared into one gorgeous glimmering sonic deluge. So good. And again, 25 copies and then they are gone. For good.
Packaged in the classic, CPsiP wall paper sleeve with brown and black liner note insert.
MPEG Stream: "Her Anger Is Limitless (excerpt)"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Home (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) cd-r 10.98
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It's really amazing how I never get tired of this BCM stuff. I think a lot of that is due to the fact that all of these records are completely different, and while the differences are subtle, you are rewarded for active listening, digging deep into the layers of sound and focusing on different patterns and rhythms, different sounds and instruments. Campbell Kneale, like Matthew Bower before him, seems to have a direct line to the primordial drone, able to summon it at a moments notice, and then channel it through all sorts of strange instrumentation. 'Home' is definitely UR-DRONE of the highest order, a very Eastern tinged raga, with plucked and bowed strings, subtle feedback and barely-there percussion woven into a seamless tapestry of head expanding sound.
RealAudio clip: "Home (excerpt)"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Jewelled Wings (Freedom Form) lp 14.98
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Another under the bed find from Campbell Kneale. We should get this guy to clean house more often. Not only did he unearth a handful of the long out of print debut Birchville Cat Motel cd on Insample (see elsewhere on this list) he also managed to scrape up the last 20 of these EVER. Released way back at the beginning of this century, Jewelled Wings was lp only, and features an all acoustic, no overdubs, no effects Birchville Cat Motel. You might be thinking BCM Unplugged or something, but even sans electronics, Kneale can kick up a serious fuss. A dense swirl of Dead C style free rock clatter with chimes and bells and various percussive bits all mixed into the thick sonic stew that is the BCM wall of droning sound, each and every bit constructed from an unusual array of non instruments, household implements, bits of this, some of that. You can almost imagine Kneale spending weeks placing microphones all over his house, in the garage, the bathroom, the office, outside on the roof, by the kids' swingset, in the shower, all over the kitchen, and then just going apeshit and essentially playing his whole house. And we're pretty sure that's not all that far off the mark.
LONG OUT OF PRINT. ROUTINELY SELLS FOR WAY TOO MUCH ON eBAY!!! We have 20 copies and then they are gone for good. And try to be a sport and not buy these to just re-sell on eBay. Let folks who actually enjoy listening to music give these lps nice homes! One per customer, naturally.

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Long Vanished Spirals (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) cd-r 10.98
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We at AQ have long been fans of Campbell Kneale and his project Birchville Cat Motel who along with the Dead C, Omit, Gate and a handful of others have helped to define one of the richest free-rock-noise-drone scenes in the world. For years Kneale has been releasing cds, lps and cassettes (most of them quite limited) of noisy electronic soundscapes and gorgeous organic drones. So when we discovered Kneale also ran a label, we figured it was definitely worth checking out. And how right we were. Not only is all of the music on Celebrate Psi Phenomena amazing, but the packaging is perfectly and stunningly designed as well (quite nice considering this is a cd-r label. See our crappy cd-r packaging rants in the last three or four lists) with each cd in a plastic sleeve nestled between two sheets of old fashioned textured wallpaper, printed, and sealed with a gold star.
This is a compilation of the a-sides of most of Birchville's super limited lathe cut singles. From roaring blasts of distorted guitar, buzzing and squealing to gentle bowed Middle Eastern melodies to shimmering blissed out dronescapes to crackling clatter and clang, rattle and scrape to speaker melting almost-power-electronics. An awesome compilation of Kneale's many different sonic personalities.
RealAudio clip: "Long Vanished Spirals"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Mighty Spine Catcher (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) cd-r 10.98
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This is a collection of random recordings from 200-2002, but even as a collection of outtakes and leftovers, it functions quite nicely as a proper record, or even as an excellent introduction to the mighty (and mighty prolific) Birchville Cat Motel. This is that sublime NZ drone, with occasional bursts of dog whistle skree and cascading feedback. Lush and rich and dreamy. Fans of Sunrrof!, Total, Vibracathedral Orchestra and drone in general should really, if they haven't already, invest in a serious BCM collection!
RealAudio clip: "These Darkening Orbits"
RealAudio clip: "Mighty Spine Catcher"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Our Love Will Destroy The World (Pseudo Arcana) cd 14.98
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There was a time when Campbell Kneale and his Birchville Cat Motel were all about the drone. Channelling classic minimalists and modern skree merchants, offering up drifting droning soundscapes, tranquil and freeeeee. But then something happened. Not sure if it was some sort of regression to his teenage years, or hanging with the wrong crowd, but suddenly Kneale started becoming mildly obsessed with metal. And the sound of BCM began to reflect that. The drones were still in place, but now they were constructed from screaming guitars and huge slabs of ultra distorted slow motion riffs. This new direction, which would later result in the formation of post-BCM outfit Black Boned Angel, first surfaced on the appropriately titled Screamformelongbeach which we originally referred to as BCM's quote unquote rock record, and whose cover art featured a Campbell-Kneale-as-rock-god-in-action blurred photo. Our Love Will Destroy The World is actually a reissue of Screamformelongbeach with almost a half hour of extra music from the same time period. Here's what we had to say about Screamformelongbeach when we first had it:
While this is certainly BCM's most rock record to date, it's be no means -that- sort of rock record. A groovy seventies rock riff gets looped and repeated FOREVER, while Kneale sprays grinding skree, viscous fuzz and squealing feedback all over. Before a strange purposeful stadium rock drum beat emerges from the chaos, and the sonic deluge eventually abates, skipping and skittering into a spare and abstract rhythmscape. Very reminiscent of the most recent Skullflower, whose Sabbath-hypno-Hawkwind-mantra turned 'the riff' into psychotropic drone rock nirvana.
The bonus tracks pretty much follow the same sort of course, some riff is blown out and buried in sheets of corrosive feedback and sludge guitars, drums are buried and nearly swallowed whole by the din. A beautifully pumelling guitar on fire to the face! Essential for fans of the last few Skullflower records, the last Vibracathedral Orchestra, as well as stuff like SUNNO))), Boris and the like, although BCM on this recording at least is less slow and low and more high and dry!
MPEG Stream: "Heavens Flaming Horse"
MPEG Stream: "55,000 Flowers For The Hero"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL s/t (Insample) cd 14.98
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We managed to get a handful of this, the very first Birchville Cat Motel recording, direct from the man himself, after discovering a pile hidden away in his house. But those flew out of here in no time and seemed gone for good. But a few weeks ago, the man behind Insample got in touch to let us know he had his own little stash of discs he'd be willing to part with, so we got a bunch, not sure how long they'll last, but if you missed out before, you got another chance...
It's a bit hard to believe that Campbell Kneale's Birchville Cat Motel has been around for almost a decade, although when you take a look at just how many releases the man has produced over the last decade, it becomes a little bit easier. This here self titled cd (yeah, it's a cd, just packaged in a weird 7" style sleeve) is the very first Birchville recording from way back in 1997. So, what's it doing on the AQ list circa 2007 you ask? Well, it hasn't been repressed, nope this is still seems to be stone cold out of print, but Mr. Kneale just happened to be doing a little house cleaning when he discovered a long forgotten stash of these gems and offered them to us. We took all of 'em and sold 'em. Now we've got another batch direct from the label, but like before, not sure how long these will be around...
We're not really sure what Kneale did before BCM, but this caustic blast of NZ noise announced loud and clear that it didn't matter one bit. Kneale has taken BCM sonically from one end of the spectrum to the other, soft shimmery ambience, massive metallic drones, blissed out free rock weirdness, but when he was just starting out, Birchville was a seriously mean machine. Hard and harsh and not a little bit scary! There are hints of the deft crafter of droney sonic worlds that Kneale would become, but here, Kneale is a warrior of noise, head down, hunkered behind his gear ready to do battle, bathed in a halo of white hot fury, exploring a world of caustic industrial grind, walls of shrieking feedback and thick swells of buzz and hiss, bells and clattery percussion, simple melodies and subtle sonic sparkles are all drenched in a viscous shower of coruscating crunch. There are bits of tranquility here and there, but they are fraught with peril, cuz there's always some noisy beast just out of earshot ready to pounce. A gorgeously chaotic caterwaul!
Packaged in an oversized 7" sleeve with a little cd pocket. And again, this is already and still OUT OF PRINT, has been for years. These last copies might just be the last ever!
MPEG Stream: "Cast Iron Tether"
MPEG Stream: "So Sad Doll"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Screamformelongbeach (Pseudo Arcana) 3" cd-r 8.98
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This purports to be BCM's 'rock record', hence the title and the Campbell-Kneale-as-rock-god-in-action blurred cover photo. And while this is certainly BCM's most rock record to date, it's be no means -that- sort of rock record. A groovy seventies rock riff gets looped and repeated FOREVER, while Kneale sprays grinding skree, viscous fuzz and squealing feedback all over. Before a strange purposeful stadium rock drum beat emerges from the chaos, and the sonic deluge eventually abates, skipping and skittering into a spare and abstract rhythmscape. Very reminiscent of the most recent Skullflower, whose Sabbath-hypno-Hawkwind-mantra turned 'the riff' into psychotropic drone rock nirvana.
MPEG Stream: "55,000 Flowers For The Hero"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL Second Curved Earth Destroyer (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) 3cd-r 30.00
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The first Curved Earth Destroyer collected a handful of live Birchville performances, from all over the world, spanning enough years, that we were able to hear the gradual development of BCM, from more ethereal tripped out ambient drones, to something much more aggressive and almost metallic.
This second installment doesn't offer the same development, or such a wide breadth of sound. It's simply a collection of various stellar performances, culled from the last three years. Seven long sets, spread out over three discs, recorded all over, New Zealand, France, Australia, Hong Kong and a couple from the USA, some of the song titles sound familiar enough that they seem like variations of songs from other discs ("Dead Call Home Their Birds" instead of the other way around, "Gunpowder Church Of Satan", etc.) but it hardly matters, the sound of BCM is so gorgeous, so epic and organic, whether it's a glistening sheet of high end shimmer, or a corrosive slab of crumbling blistering crunch, the sounds are deftly stretched into expansive sonic vistas, some sun dappled and dreamy, others blackened and harrowing.
Disc 3 (no need to go in numerical order right?) features the above mentioned tracks, recorded in France and NZ, and finds BCM, aka Campbell Kneale, doing the epic Ur-drone, long tones held forever, layered and layered, both tracks washed out and shimmery, the second, almost orchestral, both completely mesmerizing, like an even more epic Sunroof!
Disc 2 begins with the 29 minute "Junkshop Rainbow Superserpent", a live collaboration with 1/3 Octave Band, the first half of the track, much more folky and abstract than usual, before building to a super dramatic crescendo of bowed metals and feeding back guitars, before unwinding into a field of bell like tones, and swooping backwards FX. Tripped out and haunting. The other two tracks, recorded in Hong Kong and NZ respectively, feature still more static ambience, the first like a cd-r minimal drone version of Arvo Part, glimmering, glistening, shimmering stretches of slow drifting sounds, soft overtones, gentle buried barely-there melodies, the second, much more lo-fi, lots of static and buzz and hiss and fuzz, but beneath it all lurk little warbly melodies, wheezing layers of whir and whisper, and a deep droning rumble.
Disc 1 is all USA, recorded in Rochester and Chicago, the Rochester track is nearly 25 minutes of slow building ambient clatter, blurred and smeared into long tones, a warm whirring drone over the top, all tangled up with low end melodies that creep in gradually, the percussive clatter transforming into a cloud of tinkling chimes wreathed by the increasingly corrosive buzz. The Chicago track is another wall of static buzz, this one spends its first half murky and muted, before blossoming into a flurry of whirling buzz and more distant tinkling chimes, before finally fading out into a super minimal lo-fi drift.
Packaged in that instantly recognizable CPSIP wallpaper style sleeve, with three inserts containing minimal liner notes for each disc, and of course SUPER LIMITED! We did get a bunch of these, but as always, these very well might be the last copies we can get, so grab one while you can...
MPEG Stream: "Dead Call Home Their Birds Live"
MPEG Stream: "Gunpowder Church Of Satan"

BIRCHVILLE CAT MOTEL September (Celebrate Psi Phenomenon) cd-r 10.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
We at AQ have long been fans of Campbell Kneale and his project Birchville Cat Motel who along with the Dead C, Omit, Gate and a handful of others have helped to define one of the richest free-rock-noise-drone scenes in the world. For years Kneale has been releasing cds, lps and cassettes (most of them quite limited) of noisy electronic soundscapes and gorgeous organic drones. So when we discovered Kneale also ran a label, we figured it was definitely worth checking out. And how right we were. Not only is all of the music on Celebrate Psi Phenomena amazing, but the packaging is perfectly and stunningly designed as well (quite nice considering this is a cd-r label. See our crappy cd-r packaging rants in the last three or four lists) with each cd in a plastic sleeve nestled between two sheets of old fashioned textured wallpaper, printed, and sealed with a gold star.
This is a super limited tour-only release for Birchville's recent Japanese tour. One hour long track. There's something about a piece of improvised music, when everything just clicks and the result is transcendent, spectacular, and becomes almost a living thing, instead of a piece of music played by some guys. And 'September' is a perfect example. This hour long, static drone is a lush chaotic mix of guitars, squealing and feeding back, layer upon layer, woven into gossamer washes of rough (pleasingly so) sound. Like My Bloody Valentine with all of the rhythmic/rock band elements removed. Just the very essence of sound, drone, music. So beautiful.
RealAudio clip: "September"