EAT SKULL III (Woodsist) lp 14.98
Record number three from these 'shitgaze' noise poppers, and like the last two, it's another collection of fantastically fractured jangle pop, but this time around, their sound seems to have maybe moved beyond the shitgaze classification (that they share with Times New Viking and Psychedelic Horseshit among others), with what might be their most polished record yet. BUT, it's really all relative, and as if to demonstrate that fact, a dreamy Brian Eno beholden pop gem like opener "Space Academy", with its warm fuzzy guitars, crooned dramatic vocals, shuffling motorik rhythm, and dreamy sun dappled jangle, will suddenly splinter into a twisted squall of atonal psych guitar tangle, or woozy detuned stumble, proving that no matter how good these guys get, that will always be a huge part of their sound, a sort of ramshackle, on-the-verge-of-collapse chaos that seems to be ever present, but which suits them big time. And they've found the perfect home for this new record on Woodsist, their sound janglier and fuzzier and hookier than ever, sounding a bit like the Woods drug addled older brothers, taking that group's warm classic twang flecked jangle, and dipping it in LSD and rolling it around in some grit and grime.
While most of the tracks stick to what could be considered the Eat Skull weirdo pop formula, they have never shied away from doing whatever the fuck they want, like "How Do You Know When To Say Goodnite?" here, which sounds a bit like Eat Skull via Sun Araw, the vibe al prismatic and dubbed out, skittery and electronic, swirling and sunshiney, the Eno vibe still present, due in no small part to the vocals, but also the weirdly kitchen sink sounding lo-fi pop alchemy going on, hazy and lysergic, and definitely dementedly dreamy.
And so it goes, the band up for anything, be it warped jangle pop one second, dirgey garage-doom drama (holy shit, "Stupid Moon" is a creeping moody stunner), ethereal cosmic synthscapery or fuzzy, reverb drenched garage rock, all held together by a pop streak a mile wide, and a surprisingly deft hand at pop songsmithery, that they seem to have dedicated their entire career to subverting, and thankfully for us, have been failing brilliantly!
Includes a download code.
MPEG Stream: "Space Academy"
MPEG Stream: "Dead Horses"
MPEG Stream: "How Do I Know When To Say Goodnite?"
MPEG Stream: "Your Hate"
MPEG Stream: "Stupid Moon"

EAT SKULL Jerusalem Mall (Woodsist) 7" 6.50
Another blast of blown out noise pop from aQ faves Eat Skull, the title track a damaged chunk of psychedelic crunch called "Jerusalem Mall", that is in fact about a mall, judging from the lyrics, and is super catchy, super fuzzy and ultra distorted with a Stooges-y main riff, fuzzed out bass, shouted vox, but is mostly swallowed up by non stop wild and squiggly, atonal and off kilter psychedelic guitar leads, super saturated and in-the-red, crumbling with distortion, spidery and serpentine, the song is a non stop squirming tangled ball of punk pop crush, somewhere between classic old school punk rock and Sebadoh at their most caveman.
The flipside starts off with the exact opposite, a summery slice of bubblegummy pure pop, all jangly and shimmery and strummy, with Beach Boys harmonies and big chiming guitars, but that quickly give way to the record's short sharp closer, a churning swirl of downtuned blur, amp melting buzz, buried vocals, a punked out sludgey lo-fi buzzpop blowout. Cool. And features some twisted (and in one instance, Slayer-style) cover art!

EAT SKULL Sick To Death (Siltbreeze) cd 13.98
While we're not always fans of made-up genres, which we know is ironic since we make up LOTS of genres, some rankle more than others. The most obvious being 'metal-gaze'. And what's even worse is when one catches on to the point that you sort of HAVE to use it. We've used metal-gaze once or twice, but we much prefer genres like doomdeathdrone or wooden metal.
Gaze is probably the most abused descriptor suffix in made up genres, anything slightly blissy or blown out gets tagged with the -gaze suffix. Rockabilly-gaze, adult contemporary-gaze. Sound silly yeah? Well, metal-gaze is not all that different. But recently a handful of our favorite bands all gathered under a new genre, one we're sort of tickled by, and might be forced to appropriate. SHITGAZE. How great is that, blissy and druggy, but lo-fi and crappy sounding. Times New Viking. Psychedelic Horseshit. Total shitgaze. Got a nice ring to it, pretty evocative, and not all that far off the mark. So the latest band we feel belongs among the ranks of the shitgaze elite is the awesomely named Eat Skull from Portland, who offer up the same sort of fractured damaged noise drenched pop as TNV and PH, but with their own twist. They definitely sound a bit like the bastard sons of vintage Guided By Voices, there is some solid hook filled pop in these here tracks, but it's nearly obscured by super jagged crumbling distorted guitars, howled vocals recorded into a dictaphone, trash can drums, all recorded so in-the-red, your speakers might melt. The thing about Eat Skull is they seem less arty and more punky, more rambunctious and random. Offering up spurts of furious noisepunk one minute, weird twangy jangle the next, then some awesome perfect pop the next, but always buried under layers of grit and buzz and tape hiss, fuzz all over the place, tons of high end, as if the bass knob was broken off so they just replaced it with ANOTHER treble knob, thick swaths of surfy organ, blown out until it's a wall of warbly sound, lots of random tape loops everywhere, overdubbed vocals way up in the mix, totally unhinged and off kilter and ultra chaotic, but catchy and wild and sweaty and over the top and fun as fuck!
For fans of the above mentioned bands as well as stuff like Sic Alps, Oh Sees, Coachwhips, Strapping Fieldhands.
ALL HAIL THE NEW WAVE OF SHITGAZE!
MPEG Stream: "Beach Brains"
MPEG Stream: "Alarms"
MPEG Stream: "Puker Corpse"

EAT SKULL Sick To Death (Siltbreeze) lp 14.98
While we're not always fans of made-up genres, which we know is ironic since we make up LOTS of genres, some rankle more than others. The most obvious being 'metal-gaze'. And what's even worse is when one catches on to the point that you sort of HAVE to use it. We've used metal-gaze once or twice, but we much prefer genres like doomdeathdrone or wooden metal.
Gaze is probably the most abused descriptor suffix in made up genres, anything slightly blissy or blown out gets tagged with the -gaze suffix. Rockabilly-gaze, adult contemporary-gaze. Sound silly yeah? Well, metal-gaze is not all that different. But recently a handful of our favorite bands all gathered under a new genre, one we're sort of tickled by, and might be forced to appropriate. SHITGAZE. How great is that, blissy and druggy, but lo-fi and crappy sounding. Times New Viking. Psychedelic Horseshit. Total shitgaze. Got a nice ring to it, pretty evocative, and not all that far off the mark. So the latest band we feel belongs among the ranks of the shitgaze elite is the awesomely named Eat Skull from Portland, who offer up the same sort of fractured damaged noise drenched pop as TNV and PH, but with their own twist. They definitely sound a bit like the bastard sons of vintage Guided By Voices, there is some solid hook filled pop in these here tracks, but it's nearly obscured by super jagged crumbling distorted guitars, howled vocals recorded into a dictaphone, trash can drums, all recorded so in-the-red, your speakers might melt. The thing about Eat Skull is they seem less arty and more punky, more rambunctious and random. Offering up spurts of furious noisepunk one minute, weird twangy jangle the next, then some awesome perfect pop the next, but always buried under layers of grit and buzz and tape hiss, fuzz all over the place, tons of high end, as if the bass knob was broken off so they just replaced it with ANOTHER treble knob, thick swaths of surfy organ, blown out until it's a wall of warbly sound, lots of random tape loops everywhere, overdubbed vocals way up in the mix, totally unhinged and off kilter and ultra chaotic, but catchy and wild and sweaty and over the top and fun as fuck!
For fans of the above mentioned bands as well as stuff like Sic Alps, Oh Sees, Coachwhips, Strapping Fieldhands.
ALL HAIL THE NEW WAVE OF SHITGAZE!
MPEG Stream: "Beach Brains"
MPEG Stream: "Alarms"
MPEG Stream: "Puker Corpse"

EAT SKULL Where'd You Go (Volar) 7" 6.98
This single actually came out before the recent III lp, but we only now managed to get our hands on enough copies to list. When it did pop up a few months ago, it was the first anyone had heard from these guys after a fairly long silence. And while we've already raved about III, this single was a welcome return. The weird thing is that this single seems to be the last hurrah of the OLD Eat Skull, total shitgaze bliss, urgently strummed acoustic guitars, stumbling drum pound, wild squalls of psychedelic guitar noise, yowled vocals, goofy lyrics, all wrapped around some pretty crazy catchy melodies, in a way it's the perfect link between the noisier off kilter Eat Skull of the past and the more polished poppiness of III. The first track on the B side definitely sounds like with a little polish it would have fit perfectly on III, but here it's delivered in all its raw, low fidelity glory, and it sounds as good as ever. And the second track on the B side is from a Volar records label comp, and definitely displays a softer side of Eat Skull, all Casio drum machine, shimmery acoustic guitar, lilting melody, really pretty.
All in all, a pretty killer single from a band we dig a lot, and considering it's been out for a while, best grab one quick before they're gone for good!

EAT SKULL Wild And Inside (Siltbreeze) cd 14.98
Something happened to Eat Skull on the way to making Wild And Inside. It seems like only yesterday we were extolling their ramshackle fucked up-ness, their last record Sick To Death, a serious bid to rule the burgeoning 'shit-gaze' scene, populated by folks like Times New Viking, Psychedelic Horseshit, and similarly fucked up noisepop deconstructionists. So we were sort of expecting Wild And Inside to be even MORE damaged and fractured, fucked up and noisy, but instead, it's jam packed with perfect pop gems, lo-fi for sure, and definitely still ramshackle, but jangly and catchy and dripping with irresistible hooks.
Similar to how Further worshipped unabashedly at the altar of the Beach Boys on their Golden Grimes record, on Wild And Inside, Eat Skull seem to be flitting from pop group to pop group, whether it's Guided By Voices, the Lemonheads, Strapping Fieldhands, dour eighties new wave or those Nuggets psych pop collections, it seems like the band spent all the time between records just absorbing all sorts of nineties indie rock, old school jangle pop, classic power pop, and whatever else they could lay their ears on, and now they're just letting it all sort of ooze out, and in the process they've most definitely made it their own.
In interviews, Eat Skull frontman Rob Enbom claims, this is what they were shooting for all along, that the first record sounded the way it did because they were broke and were stuck with super shitty equipment, and while that may be true to a certain extent, there's some seriously superior pop smithery happening on Wild And Inside, it's not hard to imagine what this record might have sounded like with all the grit and grime cleared away, and if they had recorded in a real studio, but who the hell would want to hear that? Eat Skull sound fine just the way they are, noisy and poppy and sloppy and lo-fi, every song a gorgeously hook filled sunshine-y effects laden fractured and fuzzy noise pop gem.
Folks who were into the sheer mayhem and caustic crumbling noise damage of the first record might be a bit disappointed, but so what, there's plenty of that to be found elsewhere these days, for the rest of us, it's kind of refreshing to get a glimpse of the pop magic so often obscured.
MPEG Stream: "Stick To The Formula"
MPEG Stream: "Cooking A Way To Be Happy"
MPEG Stream: "Heaven's Stranger"
MPEG Stream: "You're With A Thing"

EAT SKULL Wild And Inside (Siltbreeze) lp 15.98
NOW ON VINYL!
Something happened to Eat Skull on the way to making Wild And Inside. It seems like only yesterday we were extolling their ramshackle fucked up-ness, their last record Sick To Death, a serious bid to rule the burgeoning 'shit-gaze' scene, populated by folks like Times New Viking, Psychedelic Horseshit, and similarly fucked up noisepop deconstructionists. So we were sort of expecting Wild And Inside to be even MORE damaged and fractured, fucked up and noisy, but instead, it's jam packed with perfect pop gems, lo-fi for sure, and definitely still ramshackle, but jangly and catchy and dripping with irresistible hooks.
Similar to how Further worshipped unabashedly at the altar of the Beach Boys on their Golden Grimes record, on Wild And Inside, Eat Skull seem to be flitting from pop group to pop group, whether it's Guided By Voices, the Lemonheads, Strapping Fieldhands, dour eighties new wave or those Nuggets psych pop collections, it seems like the band spent all the time between records just absorbing all sorts of nineties indie rock, old school jangle pop, classic power pop, and whatever else they could lay their ears on, and now they're just letting it all sort of ooze out, and in the process they've most definitely made it their own.
In interviews, Eat Skull frontman Rob Enbom claims, this is what they were shooting for all along, that the first record sounded the way it did because they were broke and were stuck with super shitty equipment, and while that may be true to a certain extent, there's some seriously superior pop smithery happening on Wild And Inside, it's not hard to imagine what this record might have sounded like with all the grit and grime cleared away, and if they had recorded in a real studio, but who the hell would want to hear that? Eat Skull sound fine just the way they are, noisy and poppy and sloppy and lo-fi, every song a gorgeously hook filled sunshine-y effects laden fractured and fuzzy noise pop gem.
Folks who were into the sheer mayhem and caustic crumbling noise damage of the first record might be a bit disappointed, but so what, there's plenty of that to be found elsewhere these days, for the rest of us, it's kind of refreshing to get a glimpse of the pop magic so often obscured.
MPEG Stream: "Stick To The Formula"
MPEG Stream: "Cooking A Way To Be Happy"
MPEG Stream: "Heaven's Stranger"
MPEG Stream: "You're With A Thing"

EAT SKULL / GANGLIANS split (Dulc-I-Tone) 7" 5.98

EATER The Album (Get Back) lp 23.00
Now on vinyl, once again! England's snotty teenage first-generation punks get their due with this nice vinyl reissue of their insanely enjoyable album, The Album. Never the smartest of the punk scene (they literally were snotty little teens), the band still possessed undeniable songwriting chops, influenced by the glammy side of Bowie, the Velvet Underground, and the rest of the usual suspects. Above all, Eater are super charged and out of control fun, and the boundless enthusiasm of their work has held up surprisingly well over the years.
Here's our review of the cd reissue that came out last year:
Maybe not the most important nor most influential '77 punk band from the UK, no, but definitely one of our personal all time faves! And Eater were both one of the earliest (forming in '76, debuting with a single in March '77) and youngest (they were literally schoolboys, their drummer Dee Generate was only 13 years old!). That's pretty punk, innit? Being snotty and pissed off wasn't a problem for them. Neither was writing high energy, highly catchy tunes that usually did the dirty deed in under two minutes, tops. Gotta love the poppy punk power of tracks like "Public Toys", "Room For One", and their age-adjusted Alice Cooper cover, "Fifteen". They also covered tracks by T-Rex, David Bowie, and the Velvet Underground, always infusing 'em with their own teenaged punk 'tude. Which admittedly (and not unexpectedly, giving their age/testosterone combo) gets a little un-PC on their own "Get Raped", though that's still a catchy number too... Maybe you've heard the Sex Pistols a few too many times, but probably not Eater.
MPEG Stream: "Room For One"
MPEG Stream: "Fifteen"
MPEG Stream: "Get Raped"

EATER The Album + The Singles Plus (Anagram) 2cd 17.98
Maybe not the most important nor most influential '77 punk band from the UK, no, but definitely one of our personal all time faves! And Eater were both one of the earliest (forming in '76, debuting with a single in March '77) and youngest (they were literally schoolboys, their drummer Dee Generate was only 13 years old!). That's pretty punk, innit? Being snotty and pissed off wasn't a problem for them. Neither was writing high energy, highly catchy tunes that usually did the dirty deed in under two minutes, tops. Gotta love the poppy punk power of tracks like "Public Toys", "Room For One", and their age-adjusted Alice Cooper cover, "Fifteen". They also covered tracks by T-Rex, David Bowie, and the Velvet Underground, always infusing 'em with their own teenaged punk 'tude. Which admittedly (and not unexpectedly, giving their age/testosterone combo) gets a little un-PC on their own "Get Raped", though that's still a catchy number too...
They're all here, 'cause this comprehensive Eater anthology consists of their album, The Album, and a bonus disc collecting their singles cuts. Maybe you've heard the Sex Pistols a few too many times, but probably not Eater. We're pretty stoked to have this new reissue to recommend. Get it!!
MPEG Stream: "Room For One"
MPEG Stream: "Fifteen"
MPEG Stream: "Get Raped"

EBB & FLOW Here Are Caught (self-released) cd 5.98
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EBB & FLOW Time To Echolocate (Three Ring ) cd 15.98
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Wow! Some sorta transformation has taken place with this band in the couple of years since their last release, the 2003 Mur Murs ep. They're definitely much more confident, complex and dynamic, and these developments are made more than apparent right from the get-go. Indeed, you need look/hear no further that the excellent lead-off track "Sonorous", but of course with such tantalizing edgy pop sounds you'll want to! It's a lengthy number (subsectioned into "Time To Echolocate" and "Ear Of The Other") that effectively presents the many facets of the band. They've veered away from they're former Chicago post-rock scene leanings, into something more un-pinpointable. Their increased attention to song structures and arrangements do much to define a sound of their own. Like an agile juggler they keep their atmospheres, time signature shifts and multi-part vocals aloft. Speaking of which, the vocals are definitely a key ingredient in Ebb & Flow's magic. The wonderful soaring female vocals contrast nicely with the male ones which approach a moody, withery Interpol-ness. Pretty darn great!
MPEG Stream: "Sonorous"
MPEG Stream: "Body And Soul"

EBB AND FLOW, THE Mur Murs EP (self-released) cd ep 6.98
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A short six-song introduction to this new SF band. This half dozen has a definite Chicago jazzy post-rock feel with some great horn accents, interesting textural details and arrangements. There's a nice vocal contrast from song to song too: breathy yet strong female leads on one, yearning, slouchy male voice takes over on another, a very Exene/John Doe-ish interplay on yet another. Me thinks, The Ebb And Flow would fit perfectly on a bill with Mates Of State and/or Call & Response (if they haven't already!). Very nice.
MPEG Stream: "Throop"
MPEG Stream: "Contra Verse"

EBONY LAKE On The Eve Of The Grimly Inventive (Cacophonous) cd 16.98
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Indeed! Similar to labelmates Sigh, if only in that their take on "black metal" is as qually bizarre as that of those Japanese horror-masters. Ebony Lake, though, hails from England, and have a twisted, absinthe-fueled musical vision, making songs with suprisingly chaotic structures not unlike some sort of Gothic Voivod!

ECA, LUIS Y LA FAMILIA SAGRADA La Nueva Onda Del Brasil (Vampisoul) cd 19.98
Here comes another lost gem from Brazil. This time it's from 1970 by a group led by the thrilling piano playing of Luiz Eca (who was in Tamba Trio / Tamba 4). This is dazzling and bright dynamic pop swimming in samba, African rhythms, and an undying pep that radiates throughout the recording. Joining Eca is a cast of 13 adding an onslaught of sounds and voices to the affair. The seven minute opener "Homen Da Sucurasal /Barravento" is one of the best lead off tracks we've ever heard! Catchy, bizarre and all the right and unexpected twists and turns. As the record plays out its samba roots are explored. On it, and throughout the album you can hear hints of the sounds of many bands that would came decades later like Stereolab and White Magic, of course all drenched in a samba vibe that would make Sergio Mendes proud.
MPEG Stream: "Homem da Suc / Barravento"
MPEG Stream: "Las Vamos Nos"

ECHO LAKE Wild Peace (Slumberland) cd 12.98
Another new list, another new dream pop offering from Slumberland, this one from a UK outfit called Echo Lake, whose sounds, as befitting the label they call home, hovers somewhere between the gauzy slowcore reverb drenched jangle of Galaxie 500 and something much more abstract and ethereal, a sort of 4AD via My Bloody Valentine by way of Brian Wilson / Phil Spector. The opener is some pitch perfect dream pop drift, all hazy layered vocals, swirling soft focus harmonies, angelic and softly spectral, driven by a barely audible rhythmic pulse, and wound up in a crystalline latticework of spidery guitar melodies, and muted softly distorted buzz, in fact that track's more like an intro, just letting us know what these folks are capable of, but instead of offering up a seriously experimental slab of shoegaze abstraction, they dole out that stuff judiciously (for the most part), instead, weaving it into a more standard Slumberland style pop, simple spare drumming, reverby drifts of soft focus guitar, and those gorgeous ethereal vox. But then right when you think you have a handle on their sound, they unleash something like the title track, which channels Stereolab through the Teenage Filmstars, a warm whirring organ, drifting over a thick distorted drone, peppered with trippy backwards rhythms, the vocals weightless, warm swaths of gauziness laid over the already blurred dreamscape, and so it goes for the rest of the record, all the dream poppy things we love about Slumberland bands, given a sort of psychedelic makeover, slipping easily from dream pop, to surprisingly rocking shoegaze blowouts, and from swirly psychedelic experiments and back again. So nice!!
MPEG Stream: "Further Down"
MPEG Stream: "Another Day"
MPEG Stream: "Wild Peace"

ECHO LAKE Wild Peace (Slumberland) lp 14.98
Another new list, another new dream pop offering from Slumberland, this one from a UK outfit called Echo Lake, whose sounds, as befitting the label they call home, hovers somewhere between the gauzy slowcore reverb drenched jangle of Galaxie 500 and something much more abstract and ethereal, a sort of 4AD via My Bloody Valentine by way of Brian Wilson / Phil Spector. The opener is some pitch perfect dream pop drift, all hazy layered vocals, swirling soft focus harmonies, angelic and softly spectral, driven by a barely audible rhythmic pulse, and wound up in a crystalline latticework of spidery guitar melodies, and muted softly distorted buzz, in fact that track's more like an intro, just letting us know what these folks are capable of, but instead of offering up a seriously experimental slab of shoegaze abstraction, they dole out that stuff judiciously (for the most part), instead, weaving it into a more standard Slumberland style pop, simple spare drumming, reverby drifts of soft focus guitar, and those gorgeous ethereal vox. But then right when you think you have a handle on their sound, they unleash something like the title track, which channels Stereolab through the Teenage Filmstars, a warm whirring organ, drifting over a thick distorted drone, peppered with trippy backwards rhythms, the vocals weightless, warm swaths of gauziness laid over the already blurred dreamscape, and so it goes for the rest of the record, all the dream poppy things we love about Slumberland bands, given a sort of psychedelic makeover, slipping easily from dream pop, to surprisingly rocking shoegaze blowouts, and from swirly psychedelic experiments and back again. So nice!!
MPEG Stream: "Further Down"
MPEG Stream: "Another Day"
MPEG Stream: "Wild Peace"

ECSTACY OF ST. THERESA In Dust 3 (Monitor / EMI) cd 18.98
This Czech Republic ensemble made a big stir in the early '90s with a number of exceptional shoe-gazer singles on par with the best Creation work from Ride and Slowdive, but dissappeared from the hipster radar after a questionable ambient-techno album. "In Dust 3" marks Ecstacy Of St. Theresa's first album in nearly a decade, and finds them eclectically mixing the dark synth pop sheen of Xymox or Depeche Mode with the slinky trip hop of Portishead. Caveat Emptor.

ECSTATIC SUNSHINE Freckle Wars (Carpark) cd 14.98
Whew. Two guys, two guitars, all instrumental, kinda fast and spazzy, also trying hard to be light and pretty. It's sorta mathy and, yes, sunshiney. A cutesily maddening half-hour or so of electric guitars, just guitars, frantic and sprightly. By/for indie rockers who dig such bands as Deerhoof, Heavy Vegetable and Hella, and who like to drink lots of coffee with lots of sugar.
MPEG Stream: "Ramontana"
MPEG Stream: "Swirling Hearts"

ECTOPLASM GIRLS TxN (Ideal Recordings) lp 17.98
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First of all, be warned, these took nearly six months to show up from Sweden; and we will most likely not be restocking these when we sell out of this batch, or if we do, it could very well take ANOTHER six months. But back in the late summer of 2011, we caught wind of what seemed like a really fascinating piece of damaged, witchy pop narcotic from the Swedish sisters Nadine and Tanya Byrne (aka Ectoplasm Girls). Shortly, there after, The Wire raved about the album; and then we simply waited for the box to show... Fortunately for a lucky few of you, that box did indeed finally arrive!
The Byrne sisters could very well be ghosts from the mid-80s cassette culture of DIY electronics, industrial antipathy, and corrosive psychedelia. As half-formed / half-forgotten songs of deconstructed piano, looped abstractions, and bad vibes, the Ectoplasm Girls arrangements aren't too dissimilar from those that Zola Jesus primitively sketched on her earliest recordings. Like Zola Jesus, voice is also key to the hauntological pop that the Ectoplasm Girls create, although they take it in an entirely different direction. At times, they adopt a baby-faced atonal lunacy with shrill lullabies above their murky tunes, abstracted rhythms, and macabre electronics; and at others, they utter mantras in dull monotone as if these strangely seductive passages were culled from their own exorcisms. "Sexodrome" takes all the right cues from Throbbing Gristle and Cabaret Voltaire, with vocal fragments orbiting a skeletal rhythmic plod that's all gotta reference Cronenberg in some way shape or form. It's too creepy not to! A blast of hurricane noise launches "If Your Mother Asks" which surges forward through driving techno stomp akin to TG's ceaseless march "Discipline" and complementary slashes of noise and vocal gaspings.
If we thought we could get more, we might expound more on the subject of the Ectoplasm Girls; but as it stands, we've got less than a dozen. So, delay now and perhaps delay forever.

EDAN Beauty And The Beat (Lewis Recordings) cd 16.98

EDDIE THE RAT Food For the Moon Too Soon (Entartete Kunst) cd 9.98
Eddie The Rat is a 12 piece art-rock / choral ensemble from San Francisco, arriving at a sloppy psychedelic ceremonial music and with plenty of post-industrial / Burning Man / San Francisco 'Fringe' overtones and purposefully oblique verbal conundrums and anagrams. This album - recorded live at Artist's Television Access in 2001 - was one of the band's first incarnations. Eddie The Rat has a lot of good ideas that come out of the massive interaction, but occasionally come across as being too calculated in their 'weirdness' as if they want to get a redundant critical response such as, "Eddie The Rat is like Fellini on acid, or Hendrix on acid, or Zappa on acid." Given a little bit of guidance and a sympathetic producer, this band could turn into something as cool as those fucked-up psychedelic projects on ESP like Cro-Magnon or Godz, but they haven't quite gotten there yet.
RealAudio clip: "Waiting For (Ain't Never Gonna Get) Enlightenment..."

EDDY DETROIT Immortal Gods (Majora) cd 12.98
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Cd reish of an early-'80s self released exotic-cult-folk-primitive-rock lp, from a guy who's been part of the Sun City Girls mythos since their days in Arizona...features James from Paris 1942, Charlie & Alan from the Sun City Girls, and Mary & Dan from Victory Acres.

EDEN EXPRESS Que Amour Que (Holy Mountain) cd 14.98
While just about everything Holy Mountain puts out is awesome they also tend to focus on the heavier side of the underground musical landscape. With this debut by Eden Express they're showing their softer side, while managing to keep the awesomeness on full throttle! There would be no other time for this record to get released then smack dab in the midst of summer as this is some sun-soaked-tripped-out-bake-at-the-beach-psych-pop that we can't get enough of. Featuring one member of Cloudland Canyon, this is a group who understand how to evoke colorful and vivid sensations. Mixing Eastern tinged psychedelia with delicious hints of washed out samba with such an effortless and breezy delivery. This is a timeless sounding record that could just as easily be some lost early '70s South American psychedelic gem (which the cover design suggests) as much as a much more drugged out Antena or Brightblack Morning Light jamming on the beach with some Finnish folks like Lau Nau and Islaja at their side. Such delicious delay and reverb, just the right touches of flute and otherworldliness, and it's about time psych gets out of the forest and onto the sand. A record made to soak in sun and melt with.
NB. includes a cover of "Loneliest Person" by The Pretty Things.
MPEG Stream: "Skin De Sol"
MPEG Stream: "Swelling Moon"
MPEG Stream: "On The Beach"

EDEN EXPRESS Que Amour Que (Holy Mountain) lp 14.98
Now Available On Vinyl!
While just about everything Holy Mountain puts out is awesome they also tend to focus on the heavier side of the underground musical landscape. With this debut by Eden Express they're showing their softer side, while managing to keep the awesomeness on full throttle! There would be no other time for this record to get released then smack dab in the midst of summer as this is some sun-soaked-tripped-out-bake-at-the-beach-psych-pop that we can't get enough of. Featuring one member of Cloudland Canyon, this is a group who understand how to evoke colorful and vivid sensations. Mixing Eastern tinged psychedelia with delicious hints of washed out samba with such an effortless and breezy delivery. This is a timeless sounding record that could just as easily be some lost early '70s South American psychedelic gem (which the cover design suggests) as much as a much more drugged out Antena or Brightblack Morning Light jamming on the beach with some Finnish folks like Lau Nau and Islaja at their side. Such delicious delay and reverb, just the right touches of flute and otherworldliness, and it's about time psych gets out of the forest and onto the sand. A record made to soak in sun and melt with.
NB. includes a cover of "Loneliest Person" by The Pretty Things.
MPEG Stream: "Skin De Sol"
MPEG Stream: "Swelling Moon"
MPEG Stream: "On The Beach"

EDEN MAINE To You The First Star (Under Groove) cd 17.98
The minute we first heard this band we knew we had to track this record down and review it. Unfortunately we also knew that we would probably never be able to do it justice with mere words. One of those bands you just NEED to hear. This now disbanded (only temporarily we hope) UK combo manage to combine the impossibly dense chaotic metallic fury of Converge with the expansive epic wonder of bands like Godspeed You Black Emperor and Explosions In The Sky. Doesn't necessarily seem like a good fit, but oh it couldn't sound more perfect. And Eden Maine do more than just ape their influences, they take those sounds and twist them into something at once familiar and recognizable but at the same time completely original and compellingly and brilliantly fucked up. Extended tracks dense with super complex parts, stop start weirdness, delicate melodies, wildly squiggly riffing, some of the most insane and brilliant drumming we've heard in forever, bizarre guitar interplay, lots of heavy parts strangely underpinned with haunting ambience, even occasional vocal harmonies, it's the sort of record that leaves you completely exhausted, the whole record rife with slow building post rock epics, that slowly twist and change into furious blasts of metallic vitriol, which sometimes build and build even further, pushing the limit of how heavy a band can get until they just implode, but just as often the songs drift into wide open stretches of glistening melodies and quietly propulsive post rock. Eden Maine definitely fit within the new breed of post rock metal bands (Conifer, Tides, Baroness, Isis, Indian, the Ocean, etc.) but EM somehow manage to make the heavier parts even heavier, the epic parts even more epic. It's a little ineffable, but there's something about this band and this record, that make the whole thing just so goddamn great.
MPEG Stream: "Hail Satan"
MPEG Stream: "I Am What You Are"
MPEG Stream: "Murder Was Her Name"

EDIBLES / DUCKDIVE split (Stunned) cassette 6.98

EDIBLES / DUCKDIVE split (Stunned) cassette 6.98

EDIP AKBAYRAM & DOSTLAR Nedir Ne Decildir? (World Psychedelia Ltd.) cd 17.98
Here's another one to add to the list of stellar '60s/'70s Turkish psych-rock reissues, along with Erkin Koray, 3 Hur-el, and Mogollar! From '75 or '76, Edip Akbayram & Dostlar are very '70s indeed...it's much more of a severe collision between the trad. folk tunes and the Western electric rock than some of those groups. The very first track might throw you for a loop, but past that sappy, poppy number with its soft-rock strings and horns and tinkling piano, this record suddenly gets a whole lot rockier, heavier, and funkier. Imagine an Anatolian Pop score for some groovy car-chase flick...the schlocky, sizzling vintage '70s synths enhance the kitsch value and sound good amidst the traditional ethnic instrumention (arranged by one of the Mogollar guys). Edip and Dostlar dish out the hard rock and funk with a groovy bottom end, psych guitar riffage, Edip's powerful vocals and wah-wah augmented Turkish saz. With proggy weirdness like flute attacks and studio tape speed manipulation, this is some bad-ass 'exotica' for sure. Anyone addicted to the Middle Eastern psych rock scene-sound from back in the hazy day like we are will find this a fine addition to their collection. Includes 4 bonus tracks quite like the album cuts. Real cool.
MPEG Stream: "Arabam Kaldi Yolda"
MPEG Stream: "Kolum Nerden Aldin Zinciri"

EDISON ELECTRIC BAND Bless You Dr. Woodward (Water) cd 15.98

EDISON WOODS Nest Of Machines (Habit Of Creation) cd 13.98
This week brought us a gathering of sumptuous dark pop albums from around the globe which all fit together incredibly well! Sure to keep you completely soothed and enchanted: this Edison Woods album, Come Up For Air by the Norwegian trio known as The White Birch and Leaving Songs the soon-to-be-released solo album by Tindersticks' Stuart Staples (we got an advance listenin' copy, but rest assured it's comin' out June 6th).
A hushed hurrah! The very welcome third Edison Woods full length has arrived hot off the presses and direct to us from the group in New York. We're pleased as punch to find that Ms Julia Frodahl and co. continue to craft immensely moving artful music, and this time they're joined by members of Antony & The Johnsons and Elysian Fields. The album is yet another treasure trove of ornate luminous beauties with each track glimmering out of the velvety darkness with a light all its own. Once again the ensemble's approach is very cinematic, but perhaps growing a bit more song-oriented than it was on past releases. Almost imperceptibly the pieces flow from barely-there utterly minimal passages to sweeping grand orchestrations. Additionally in comparison to their previous two fine albums (self-titled and Seven Principles Of Leave No Trace), Nest Of Machines' soaring highs and lulling lows seem even much more pronounced, but remain anchored to the heart by central force and lead vocalist Frodahl's silken voice and resonant piano accompaniment. So lush and haunting are the tones and hues that it's like being enveloped in a dream state wandering by candlelight inside a giant antique music box. Sure many artists' music gets likened to that of music boxes primarily for their delicate chime-iness, but few so fully embody the genuine wonder of those meticulously crafted, timeless inventions as Edison Woods does. Supremely beguiling. For fans of Rachel's and vice versa.
MPEG Stream: "Baby Doll"
MPEG Stream: "Nest Of Machines"

EDISON WOODS s/t (self-released) cd 12.98
So very very lovely! Brooklyn based septet Edison Woods weave shadowy gossamer ribbons of dream tunes. These are the warm blanketing lullaby sounds for starry winter evenings. Former San Franciscan Julia Frodahl's gentle whisper of a voice glides effortlessly over the lush cello, piano, effected guitar, and harmonium with barely-there percussion providing texture rather than rhythm to the mellow proceedings. Will undoubtedly draw comparisons to fellow lovely melancholics Low, Cowboy Junkies and Ida, but more than hold its own -- possessing its own hushed, dark beauty. Quite recommended.
RealAudio clip: "You Are Bright"
RealAudio clip: "Lullabies And Goodbyes"

EDISON WOODS Seven Principles Of Leave No Trace (Glitterhouse) cd 14.98
Hurrah! Edison Woods, the Brooklyn-based aural/visual art assembly led by Ms Julia Frodahl, have crafted and set to flight their second tapestry of song. And they've garnered the assistance of some musical luminaries to realize their vision, namely Alan Weatherhead (engineer, producer and/or mult-instrumentalist for such groups as Sparklehorse, Cracker, and Trailer Bride) and Mark Van Hoen (producer, engineer and/or multi-instrumentalist for the likes of Locust, Mojave 3, and Seefeel). As well, guitarist Simon Raymonde (Cocteau Twins) steps in to guest on the final song. Whereas their debut cast a soothing, ephemeral atmosphere resembling diaphamous veils and glistening silks, this time the fabric, no less gorgeous, may be seen as being more akin to deep, jewel-hued velvets and sumptuous brocades weighted by painstakingly embroidered personal details. Ever so gracefully composed and arranged, all elements are much more present than previously so, bringing a sense of immediacy to the proceedings. This is particularly palpable in Frodahl's vocal performance. Formerly singing in a whispery murmur, here she expresses a greater range of character and raw emotion - often approaching the deeply heartbaring lilt of Chan Marshall. Need proof? Simply give the seventh song "Fiction" a listen, as well as the album's lengthy centerpiece "Was He A Poet". Wow! Indeed, the warmth and allure of Seven Principles Of Leave No Trace brings to mind not that of a comforting blanket, but rather of glowing embers of a dying flame. A haunting, burnished beauty. Once again, very recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Was He A Poet"
MPEG Stream: "Fiction"

EDITORS In This Light And On This Evening (Fader Label) cd 13.98
The Editors' An End Has A Start album was probably my (Andee!) most listened to record when it came out, and hell, even still, a totally epic and bombastic brooding gloom pop record, every song spectacular, catchy, dark, haunting, rocking, it was the band's finest moment, a rare record that never wore out its welcome, but it was inevitable, that I would start itching for a new record, but who would have thought, on the heels of what some would consider a practically perfect record, the band would throw it all away and start from scratch, but that's exactly what they did. To be more precise, the band ditched the guitars, the bass (maybe even the drums? hard to tell if the beats are programmed or not) and chose to create their new record entirely on synthesizers. Just keyboards, synths, no stringed instruments at all. Bold move, some might even suggest unwise, we were definitely skeptical, but just check out the opening track, a dark blackened synth pop gem, droning, and hypnotic, the vocals murky and ominous, the synths muddy and blurred, the sound hypnotic, repetitive, minor key, mysterious, sad and depressive, but so great.
And then there's the single, "Papillon", whose core sound is so Depeche Mode it's almost criminal, but those vocals, the melody, unmistakably the Editors, darkly propulsive, new wave, totally mesmerizing. As is the whole record. It does take some getting used to, but if you dug the other Editors records, no reason you won't dig this one. Plus any record with a grinding muted bit of looped synth prog murk with the title "Eat Raw Meat = Blood Drool" has to be good. It's a grower, but the more we listen, the harder it is to stop...
This is the US version and includes FIVE bonus tracks.
MPEG Stream: "In This Light And On This Evening"
MPEG Stream: "Bricks And Mortar"
MPEG Stream: "Papillon"
MPEG Stream: "Eat Raw Meat = Blood Drool"

EDITORS The Back Room (Kitchenware / Fader) cd 10.98
Bundled up in their ash grey wool overcoats, The Editors enter the overcast world that's already inhabited by the dour hearts of Interpol and She Wants Revenge, and their British forefathers Joy Division and Echo & The Bunnymen. How you feel about the Editors depends on how you feel about another band that sounds -dangerously- like their peers. Eyes closed you'd be hard pressed to convince yourself that this wasn't Interpol. The songs aren't nearly as immediately catchy, but definitely cut from the same cloth. The EXACT same cloth. The Back Room is definitely executed with skill and aplomb but we'd almost always take originality and spirit and creativity over musicanship or chops. But how about if you just want more of something that sounds like something that sounds like something you like? Then this might very well hit the spot.
MPEG Stream: "Lights"
MPEG Stream: "Blood"

EDITORS, THE An End Has A Start (Epic) cd 14.98
We've mentioned this before, probably in a bunch of reviews, as much as we love us out black metal buzz, and strange animal sounds, deep dark drones and whatever other sonic weirdness that is tickling our ear drums, it's hard not to always come back to pop music. And certain records in particular. And there are all sorts of processes we go through to pick AQ highlights ands records of the week. But sometimes, you just have to go with the record you listened to the most. Even if it's not the weirdest, or the coolest (and it's usually not), and for me (Andee) that record is without a doubt, the new one from The Editors, a disc I found myself listening to 4 or 5 times a day (maybe much to the chagrin of coworkers) but screw it, An End Has A Start is pretty much perfect as far as I'm concerned, poppy, hooky, moody, rocking, catchy, dramatic, just so so good.
Though often accused of being an Interpol ripoff band (and sure their sounds, especially the vocals, are dangerously similar) the Editors always seemed to have some important things that Interpol didn't. And don't get us wrong, we love Interpol, even the new one, but the Editors, somehow always seem less concerned with the cool factor, the tight suits, and the sort of emotionless sheen, instead, they revel in their emotions, they may be as dapper on the surface as their Interpol brethren, but inside, their hearts are broken, they have butterflies in their stomachs, they're willing to open up and be vulnerable, to loosen up that tie and to crawl, to weep, to wail, and that's sort of the magic of these songs.
Their sound has gotten even more polished since the last record (positioning them closer to Coldplay probably than Interpol), but the songs have followed suit, getting even more razor sharp, the hooks impossible to resist, the melodies big and melancholy, the riffs kick ass, and the vocals, epic and throaty and super dramatic, emotional and sort of emo actually. None of that laid back cool that Interpol traffics in, this is heart on the sleeve stuff.
And it's not just the songs, the lyrics are amazing as well, clever and sharp, emotionally resonant, and it helps that they're delivered in that irresistible croon.
Shit, just listen to the opener, "Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors", easily the best song Interpol never wrote (or could write), simple and loping, with an amazing epic soaring bridge, and a chorus that manages to be super moving in its simplicity, the sort of progression, music and lyrics together, that totally gives you a lump in the throat, and then the super crazy hook of the second half of the chorus....
The the second song, the title track, might be even better, more new wave, with a propulsive groove and practically perfect lyrics, jangling guitars and throbbing bass, and a chorus that KILLS...
Every track on An End Has A Start is a gem, dark and brooding, buzzy and propulsive, catchy as all get out. "The Weight of The World" is another song Interpol should have written, but in the hands of the Editors it become a super soaring minor key lament, and then there's the "Escape The Nest" with one of the most bad ass guitar riffs ever, a weird processed angular grind surrounded on all sides by muted gloom, making it seem even more epic and intense.
After listening to this for the hundredth time or so, it became obvious that it would just get harder and harder to explain why it was so great. One of those records that just makes you want to review it with a single sentence: "Just buy it! It's amazing. Been listening to it nonstop. My record of the year without a doubt!!!" And while for a few people that might actually be enough, for the rest of you, read the above, listen to the sound samples, and decide for yourself, but yeah, pop record of the year without a doubt.
MPEG Stream: "Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors"
MPEG Stream: "An End Has A Start"
MPEG Stream: "Escape The Nest"

EDMUND WELLES Agrippa's 3 Books (self-released) cd 14.98
Occult symbols on the cover of this black digipack... song titles like "Asmodeus: The Destroyer, King Of Demons"... covers of Black Sabbath's "Into The Void", Sepultura's "Roots Bloody Roots", and Spinal Tap's classic "Big Bottom" as bonus tracks... what is this, some sort of metal album? Well... no. It's not. And Edmund Welles isn't a person either (in this context), it's a band. A bass clarinet quartet to be exact. That's right. Four bass clarinets, that's it. So rather than metal, the weirdly dark and proggy and oddly groovy music on here ends up sounding more like some kind of '30s cabaret jazz meets 20th century classical chamber music, with some cartoon-soundtrack Carl Stalling stylings too... like if Raymond Scott was possessed by some Cthulhoid demon and outfitted his whole ensemble with bass clarinets, to pipe and hoot in worship of the Great Old Ones, both stutteringly and sinuously (and surreptitiously enough to still get nightclub gigs, swingin' it but still taking a toll on listeners' sanity). And as a nice touch, the very first track features an authentic helping of sampled, mixed-in "record crackle" to give this more of an antique, period feel.
Of course, with all the metal signifiers present -- especially those aforementioned records anyhow, and also 'cause their cellos are amplified and sometimes they even have a drummer. Bass clarinets are, indeed, bassy and droney -- but not as heavy as some amped up cellos sawing away.
So the Sabbath cover here is more like the Bad Plus's "Iron Man" than how it would sound if Apocalyptica did it.
Maybe it's just a cool gimmick, but we can't help but like it... and we can safely say this is the best bass clarinet quartet album we've ever heard!
MPEG Stream: "Cause & Effect"
MPEG Stream: "Into The Void"

EE Capital Plans (Actually) cd 14.98
Indie pop and post-rock converge in the dreamiest fashion where the two E's meet. EE is the band led by Tobin Mori (formerly of Korea Girl) and also bears the unmistakable mark of Sooyoung Park (former mainman of Seam and Bitch Magnet). Capital Plans is primarily a guitar driven album, but with a few choice chamber pop elements prettying up the proceedings, a bit of edgier distortion making itself apparent later on, and a delicate electronic number bringing things soothingly to a close. There are definitely similarities in both the vocal delivery and the songwriting to bands such as Seam, Versus and more recently Whysall Lane. In fact, we'd almost swear that Mori was a long lost sibling of the Balayut brothers (Whysall Lane's Richard, +/-'s James, Versus' Ed). Yes, the resemblance is that striking. Very recommended for fans of the abovementioned bands as well as Sea And Cake and Portastatic too.
MPEG Stream: "Small Fry"
MPEG Stream: "Lost Angeles"

EE For 100 We Try Harder (Asian Man ) cd 12.98
This local pop quartet's line-up shines brightly with the presence of ex-Korea Girl member Tobin Mori, Sooyoung Park from Seam, and Pete Nguyen of Total Shutdown. This is the follow-up to their Tinyspot cdep that was the follow-up to their '99 debut Ramadan. A very mellow, dreamy pop affair with occasional gentle boy vocals, a low-key post-rock rhythm section, and some swelling quiet/loud moments in which you can hear why the recent addition of Mr. Park makes perfect sense. Actually many of the songs do bear a striking resemblance to mid-'90s Seam, much more so than on the Tinyspot ep (which marked his first recorded appearance in EE). His presence and influence are definitely much more noticeable this time around.
RealAudio clip: "Slow Motion Restart"
RealAudio clip: "Beijing"
RealAudio clip: "Thomas Sleeps Beneath An El Paso Tree"

EE Tinyspot (Asian Man) cd ep 6.98
As frustrating as it can be, if you're gonna invite the main man from an indie fave band into your fold, you're gonna be saddled with the new title of "[fill in prominent member's name] of [fill in indie fave band name]'s new project" - no matter now much you've done prior to this. Such is the case with the bay area group known as ee. The fellow in question? Sooyoung Park of '90s college radio darlings Seam. Having made the move from Chicago to San Francisco, the fine songsmith sought out a new group to play with, and bingo! He met up with this already-happening group, and joined in on guitar and keyboards. The particular sticky issue is that he doesn't even appear on this just-released EP, but whenever I hear mention of them it's prefaced by "Seam's Sooyoung..."! You get the picture. Taken on its own merits, this follow-up to their '99 debut is a very mellow, dreamy pop affair with gentle boy vocals, a low-key post-rock rhythm section, and some swelling quiet/loud moments in which you can hear why the recent addition of Mr. Park makes perfect sense. Includes two live tracks and an outtake. If you like what you hear, word has it there's more coming soon.
RealAudio clip: "Tinyspot"
RealAudio clip: "San Jose (Live)"

EELS Blinking Lights And Other Revelations (Vagrant) 2cd 15.98
These are sure some super pretty Blinking Lights... and there's so many of 'em they couldn't fit on one cd! This double disc album boasts a whopping 33 songs! There's such an outpouring of emotion it's easy to see why it couldn't be contained on one cd. While their previous full length 2002's Souljacker took their fans to a typically Eels-style perky quirky place, it seems spirits have dampened since then. Is playtime over for the Eels? The heart of this considerably more 'mature' album is woven from equal parts melancholia and romantic yearning -- very much in the vein of Sparklehorse. As well, in the midst of the first disc, it struck us just how much Eels mainman Everett's voice has developed a soft hoarseness very akin to that of Britt Daniel of Spoon. In fact, if folks who previously steered clear of Eels (due to the band's quirky nutty factor) give this album a chance, they might be pleasantly surprised. In a way, it's a sort of equivalent situation (maybe a bit less extreme) to when Beck released his deeply personal album Sea Change after the funky soul-drenched Midnite Vultures. Actually, there's a number of songs on Blinking Lights' second disc that parallel the heartfelt shuffly-footed prettiness to some of those on Sea Change. Soft, mellow and nice.
MPEG Stream: "Trouble With Dreams"
MPEG Stream: "Suicide Life"

EELS Souljacker (Dreamworks) cd 17.98
Rambunctious and often bombastic pop tunes with quirky lyrics about things like that "Fresh Feeling" and a "Friendly Ghost". Kinda sounds like the following fictitious encounter: one fine sunny day Beck is shufflin' down the street and bumps into Too Much Joy. They decide to go cruisin' across town to pick up They Might Be Giants and Weezer in their party bus. They even drive by the house of Barenaked Ladies, but no one's home. If this sounds like your kinda wingding, here you go! Oh, and to sweeten the deal it also includes a bonus EP.
RealAudio clip: "That's Not Really Funny"
RealAudio clip: "Rotten World Blues"

EESK Ghost Taxi (Nocturnal Love Feast Music) cd 11.98
What or who is Eesk? She was an integral part of SF's eccentric, eclectic, and highly entertaining Action Plus (note: her alias then was Ursula Blind). With Ghost Taxi, she continues in the A.P. tradition of the unrelenting style and mood melting pot. It's graced with multi-personality vocal acrobatics and definite overtones of international film music. She draws inspiration from wonderfully diverse sources to create an intelligent, finely composed and thoroughly engaging album. Very soundtrack-y! A little spine-tingling sinister at times, a bit strangely trippy at others, and ultra mellow loungey at still others. And although this is her solo album, she's by no means on her own. The album features a shining supporting cast too: skilled guitarist and producer Joe Gore (Action Plus, PJ Harvey, Tom Waits, Eels, Tracy Chapman, Oranj Symphonette), Tin Hat Trio's Rob Burger (on keyboards) and Carla Kihlstedt (on violin), Creeper Lagoon's David Kostiner (on drums), Oranj Symphonette's Pat Campbell (also on drums), cellist Matthew Brubeck (Oranj Symphonette, Jewel, Sheryl Crow), and Joey Waronker (Beck, Smokey & Miho, REM, Elliott Smith, Badly Drawn Boy, and the list goes on and on). Nice!
RealAudio clip: "Run"
RealAudio clip: "Seven Beauty International"

EFFI BRIEST Rhizomes (Sacred Bones) cd 14.98
A gang of totally talented women from Brooklyn making some intense and engaging off kilter psych post-punk that's been thrilling us big time via this new Sacred Bones release. We love how Effi Briest bring worlds of post-punk, krautrock, garage goth, and psychedelia into a propulsive whole that is so charged and hypnotizing. It's always a good sign when you can't immediately start rattling off other bands a record reminds you of, as there is something very honest and unique about the songs on Rhizomes. We do think of some of those awesome amalgamations that are fun to dream up. Like Erase Errata doing early Siouxsie & The Banshees covers, or White Magic shedding their folkish leanings and diving full throttle into psychedelic overload, Gang Gang Dance and Zola Jesus joining their mystical powers or Au Pairs and The Raincoats risen from the ashes but sounding a bit weirder and more rhythmic, or even a more intense version of those awesome Helium records that Ash Bowie from Polvo played on, or heck, maybe what early Wire might have sounded like with a young Patti Smith on vocals.
At a time when so many new records are so loyal to the one sound or style they are trying to capture it's so fucking cool to come across a band that is bringing together many great influences and undoubtedly have great taste (they are named after a great Fassbinder film after all) but for the most part are really bringing something fresh, immediate and unique to the table. One of those records that draws you into its world more and more with each listen. And we have to say we are totally and utterly hooked!
MPEG Stream: "Rhizomes"
MPEG Stream: "Cousins"
MPEG Stream: "Nights"

EFFI BRIEST Rhizomes (Sacred Bones) lp 17.98
A gang of totally talented women from Brooklyn making some intense and engaging off kilter psych post-punk that's been thrilling us big time via this new Sacred Bones release. We love how Effi Briest bring worlds of post-punk, krautrock, garage goth, and psychedelia into a propulsive whole that is so charged and hypnotizing. It's always a good sign when you can't immediately start rattling off other bands a record reminds you of, as there is something very honest and unique about the songs on Rhizomes. We do think of some of those awesome amalgamations that are fun to dream up. Like Erase Errata doing early Siouxsie & The Banshees covers, or White Magic shedding their folkish leanings and diving full throttle into psychedelic overload, Gang Gang Dance and Zola Jesus joining their mystical powers or Au Pairs and The Raincoats risen from the ashes but sounding a bit weirder and more rhythmic, or even a more intense version of those awesome Helium records that Ash Bowie from Polvo played on, or heck, maybe what early Wire might have sounded like with a young Patti Smith on vocals.
At a time when so many new records are so loyal to the one sound or style they are trying to capture it's so fucking cool to come across a band that is bringing together many great influences and undoubtedly have great taste (they are named after a great Fassbinder film after all) but for the most part are really bringing something fresh, immediate and unique to the table. One of those records that draws you into its world more and more with each listen. And we have to say we are totally and utterly hooked!
MPEG Stream: "Rhizomes"
MPEG Stream: "Cousins"
MPEG Stream: "Nights"

EFTERKLANG Parades (Leaf) cd 14.98
The opening track of Efterklang's latest album sounds like the loveliness of a choir and orchestra being carried to your ears on the wings of an autumn breeze. Light, airy, and shimmeringly blissful. It's the sound of a glorious dream that gradually builds and darkens to heart-swelling proportions. Although this Danish band has two dreamy main vocalists Linda Drejer Bonde and Thomas Sjoberg, it is the giant choruses where they shine brightest. The unpredictable proggy rhythmic interplay between the brass, strings and vocals is captivating, quite possibly drawing inspiration from the likes of Yes and King Crimson. Parades' sweepingly regal grandeur spurs cinematic imaginings of gowned maidens rushing down castle staircases and armored knights charging into battle. Really beautiful.
MPEG Stream: "Polygyne"
MPEG Stream: "Maison De Reflexion"

EFTERKLANG Tripper (Leaf) cd 14.98
Gentle electronica from Denmark. So nice!

EGGS how do you like your lobster -- a collection of crustaceans and flotsam (TeenBeat) cd 13.98
Collection of all their singles and compilation/split 7" tracks.

EGGSTONE Spanish Slalom (Siesta) cd 15.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
This Swedish trio own the studio where St. Etienne and the Cardigans record. Needless to say, fans of the aforementioned groups will love this too. Delicate, juicy sweet pop. Spanish import.

EGYPT IS THE MAGICK NUMBER How Many Pieces of the Puzzle Can the Mind Go Without? (Sound @ 1 / Psycho-Path) cd 11.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
One of our favorite No Neck Blues Band side projects back in stock!!
Egypt Is The Magick Number features Adam Mortimer and Dave Shuford both from NNBB but in a more tranced-out continuation of the way way out psyche improv damage of their No Neck mothership. Massive doses of delay, slow floating sheets of white hot psych guitar, shuffling minimal percussion, all dosed with acid, rolled in a hemp and lit afire. The first track is a 30 minute mother, easy to imagine two guys locked in a dark room with a hookah, a broken guitar with one string and a suitcase full of delay pedals. Super tripped out, wide eyed outer space drug drones. The other three tracks are similarly high flying, low crawling excursions into weird acoustic guitar-strum jams, the clattering of pots, and meandering twangy vocals. It's equal parts Sun City Girls, Jandek, and Yahowah. Which obviously means fucking great!
MPEG Stream: "Immortal Seeed Reignbeau"
MPEG Stream: "Rangoon Filly Stutter"