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The Dead Raven Choir Box Set is $54. Negatron book is $17. Other products as marked.
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The hardest working ladies in show business are back! Pocahaunted offer up two side long siren excursions into the otherworldy plains. On "One Another" our enchanted twosome ride a cindering tapestry of guitar string propelled by other-worldly beats of oblivion. And "Sister Calypso".. a hauting ode to the lovestruck daughter of Atlas or uncanny caribbean sea breeze lullabye that transmogrifies into full blown tropical thunder? Who can say? This dynamic duo is on a roll! Likes: Billy Joel, cuss words, candy corn, diamonds and furs, psychic connections, african percussion, and kombucha. Dislikes: flat tires, the ocean, and silent movies. Extra skronk and skree provided by Andy Spore and Bobb Bruno. Label art by B&A. Beautiful full color covers with artwork by Olga Balema. $25.
First pressing of 300 copies on black vinyl SOLD OUT! (Please note: 200 more copies (100 on yellow vinyl, 100 on white) will be pressed soon. Total pressing for the LP: 500 copies.)
If one were dim enough to go about explaining the new double LP from Hexlove/Faulouah by pointing up parallels between it and the future-thinking music which has surely influenced its creator, I imagine the task wouldn’t be too daunting. One may first notice that Free Jazz from Slavery is awash in the sublimely complex percussion patterns of 20th century composers like Harry Partch, Eugene Kurtz, and Iannis Xenakis. Or one might wonder if Zac Nelson, the man in the cockpit of this thing, hadn’t been listening to Another Green World since he was in the womb. And certainly it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that the jibing spirit of early-eighties Pere Ubu experimentation is all over the more flippant efforts like Don’t Say I Didn’t Warm Yah and the watery blurb that opens the record, Aztec vs. Dolphin.
This, though, is the wrong way to go about listening to or talking about any of Hexlove/Faulouah’s work. Musical ancestors are worn proudly on Nelson’s sleeve, but as eagerly as he celebrates them, he also delights in taking them, along with himself, down a peg. The snarky punning of the album’s title, the faux-shamanic chanting and cooing, the deliberately murked-up and buzzing arrangements all belie an agenda that involves not only a glad embrace of the less austere reaches of avant-gardism but a pointed critique of its elitism and intellectual posturing. Tracks like the doom-laden Lots of Wings Carry Seeds, which pulses like the metabolism of some slumbering extinct beast, display a staggering sense of grey beauty but are quickly undercut when Nelson begins to take a more blithe and self-deprecating tack. This, though, is not to the record’s detriment; it never falls into mere novelty or self-parody. The sheer technical brilliance, evident on every track, earns quite a big spot on Nelson’s cheek to put his tongue in. The most glorious moments, though, are those in which he is able to marry these two tendencies, as on the desperate and busy Grump up the Volume, which opens the second side of the first record. And this is just the first record.
All doubts that may have been lingering about Nelson’s seriousness or capabilities vanish completely after even the most cursory listen to the second record. Alone it is a startlingly focused and beautiful ambient masterwork, but it shines all the more when it is coupled with the chaos of the first record. The long, breathing pieces are tranquil and meditative yet never naive or on the look-out for a place in The New Age. Under every track, however spare and delicate, lurks an anxiety that constantly threatens to swallow all delusions of well-being. Though it drones and broods, it is never without texture. Alive with the haunting organ of Exits Very Damp or the subtle xylophone flourishes of Big Happy Lotus, it manages to maintain a clean, coherent spirit without becoming sterile or devolving into massage music. The sidelong closer and centerpiece of the album, Psychopomp, though, is as sparse and heavenly as music gets, but it still attains such a raw human beauty that after you hear it, the last thing you want to do is lie down for a massage. Rather, you want to run out and find the human who created it and thank him. —Steve Rodgers
Limited to 500 copies on green and orange vinyl with full color gatefold jackets. $31.
For me this is the ultimate Can't LP. Its a sound cornucopia of everything Jessica Rylan does so beautifully... amazing scraped and destroyed analog synth-laden vocals, lovely singer/songwriter stylings with acoustic guitar, and Shaggs-style garage gusto! This record features Jessica's own homemade synthesizers including the Little Boy Blue! One of my favorite Weird Forest releases to date! Beautiful color covers by Abide Visuals and a fabulous inner sleeve with artwork by Jessica. $25.
Limited to 500 copies
This is Taku Sugimoto's very first solo release originally released in 1988 by the artist himself in a small edition of 100 copies. Its a far cry from his current style. Back then Taku was very much influenced by MC5 and the Velvet Underground. This is a firey live in-the-red solo electric guitar improv blowout! Fans of Masayuki Takayanagi and High Rise take heed! Mastered from the original reel-to-reel tapes. Faithful reproduction of the original insert and the debossed handmade covers. $25.
Limited to 500 copies
An inevitable match made in Hades. Four titans workin' it out in the primordial mulch and all the gods are cowering in their presence. The dual intertwining guitar-attack impacts and fragments into the dense concrete percussion forest surrounded by a shroud of pulsing caterwauling skree. A harum-scarum locomotive ride of thick, bombastic & heavy proportions... just like you want it to be. Play loud for optimum effect! Cover art by Brian Sullivan. $25.
Limited to 500 copies
At All Ends is the third major record in the Yellow Swans vast body of work. This record is an assured record of chiming drone and heady pelvic sky fuckery. New sounds emerge from the Yellow Swans camp that are more hushed, and whisper with the logic of deep space. Whereas the last record was a laser beam guided minimal transmission with dark overtones, this new release injects sonic clouds full of pink oxycontin. Guitar lines sketch out a melodic vision that stupifies with hypnotic repetition with layer upon layer of rich and dense guitar chug build into multi-orgasm songscapes that leave the loins sore and the mind spent. An exhausting journey into pleasure and single-mindedness. Elements of lush drone stretch the proceedings in vast strokes. Yellow Swans veer towards krautrock territory with this new record, and it will go down in the big books as their most beautiful and vibrant record thus far. $25.
Limited to 1000 copies (200 on white vinyl SOLD OUT; black vinyl still available) with beautiful single pocket gatefold jackets with art by Jamie Potter.
Family Underground drenched the east coast of the USA in molten syrup last year and they toted along a tour CD-R entitled Black Hole released by the fine folk of Secret Eye. Mega bummed I didn't get to feel their magic live but I ordered that tour disc post-haste. Man, when I got it I was slain. I thought it was their finest work to date so I had to invoke it on vinyl. I tapped into the band's communication network and together we figured this would make a killer double LP, definitely one for the record books. So The Underground sent me a half hour of unreleased musics to fill the vinyl sides to fruition. Holy Hannah was I unprepared for A! How well the new jams mind-melded with the other tracks. And B — the superb variation of the entire work with paramount peaks and deep arcane valleys. Get it and trip! $31
Limited to 500 copies on black vinyl with full color gatefold jackets.
Grouper is Liz Harris and this is her second album "Wide". Submerged in this music a vast pasture forms near a great sea just before dawn. the early morning vapors were everywhere hovering just above the ground. Soon the sun swells up and the vapors transmogrify into a tempest of hornets..the hornets envelope the sun with impressive fervor but it melts them into haze again and the vapors migrate out to the sea. Grouper has collaborated with Jandek, Xiu Xiu, Ilyas Ahmed, Six Organs of Admittance, Jorge Behringer, Badgerlore, and others. This is the vinyl edition of the cd released on Free Porcupine Society.
Limited to 1000 copies (500 on swirled smoke-colored vinyl, 500 on black vinyl) with beautiful tip-on style single pocket gatefold jackets featuring photography by Peter Harris
So Cal noise Nor Cal.
Recorded at the end of nearly 9 months of touring, Virgin Passwords reflects a long evolution in sound and concept for Brian Miller & Kevin Shields. A combination of mechanical grindings and digital sweeps, mortal shovings and sudden transportations into secret chambers hold the secrets of the Virgins themselves. The Virgins that control the universe. The mafia of the cosmos. Beyond the cliched metaphor of purity and straight to literally not having sex at all. Because a Brian Miller & Kevin Shields performance prooves that a noise show can be (hyper)active, crowd-engaging and knock everything to the floor without invoking angst and self loathing. In other words, without hate-fucking everyone. Virgins.
Pump Kinn & Don: "Hijokaidan by DJ Screw".
One side apiece from each of these duos of destruction.
Limited to 300 copies with beautiful DJ-Style jackets designed by Aaron Winters at Abide Visuals.
"Dead Western plays the type of music that makes genres obsolete. It is not that DW does the cross genre pollination clusterbarf, but that Troy Mighty's sounds exist outside of any one (or two or five) genres. Perhaps, just perhaps the music recalls the mellow, introspective side of Current 93 or the druggy downer folkishness of Legendary Pink Dots but that is stretching things as much as claiming that Troy's voice is a melted version of Bing Crosby. Yes, there are elements of downerism and croonerdom in Dead Western, but DW goes deeper than weird and depressing. There is something beautiful in this bizarre world. Definitely not for the orthodox, but also far from being so out there that the music is incomprehensible. I am very much taken with this record." —Scott Soriano, Z-Gun
Alexa writes: "In shadow, he appears neanderthal; in light, he waxes angelic. Who is Dead Western? He is a man of a gaping mouth, out of which pours — as readily as water from a faucet — a haunting, bewildering, beautiful voice, reminiscent of Scott Walker (circa Climate of Hunter). This bellowing voice, like an ancient reptile, slithers and wraps itself around the most tender acoustic melodies. Dead Western sounds like a forest growing (the throatless groaning of age-old trees); feels like a Victorian passage through limbo (grey, ominous); looks like a Grecian statue (as drawn by Robert Crumb). This is the sort of music one feels profoundly acquainted with — but not something generally found in record format. It is the shifting of rock, the scuttling of insects, the hissing of the wind: frightful, eternal."
Limited to 500 hand-crafted copies on clear vinyl with die-cut, full color sleeves.
This is the third Yellow Swans vinyl release on Weird Forest and they've really tattooed it out of the ballpark on this one. It's a pulse-pounding, synapse-blasting expedition straight to the cacophonous pleasure points of your innards. It must also be known that it's one of the most grooving releases I've heard all year, dig? Makes me shake it maniacal. Yellow Swans? Yeah, they do all these things, baby. Their ultimate release — simply phenomenal — features a treasure-trove of guests including Christina Carter, Inca Ore, Axolotl, The Dead Science, Gerritt, Silentist, The Cherry Point, Leif Sundstrom, White Rainbow, and Jeremy Romagna. Includes a side-long bonus track not on the CD versions! This is the vinyl edition of the CD release on Load Records. $31.
Limited to 1000 copies (200 on white vinyl are SOLD OUT!, black vinyl still available.)
Whats inside the putrid, rotting, decrepid bandages ruined by the slow feral decay of time... its in your ears, that noise that creeps up in one small, rat-like, continous tonality of frozen windshields cracking from the chill of mortality that pulsates louder and louder and you caress the bandaged corpse and the dust of the long-deadened flesh shuffles from the caked, pale red cloth and the pulses turn to howls which are slashed quiet by the bludgeoning sterility of your mundane existence. Take this with you under the dirt. This is the vinyl version of the cd that was released on Hanson Records.
Limited to 475 copies with insert. SOLD OUT!
The Flower Vato says: Sally Strobelight is a psychic soul sister who willl reach into you and sip you gently from the inside as you fall deeper under her thought vibration. Become one with the cough syrup ghost world, find peace through the unicorns as a disco dies slower than the speed of light. A tongue licks at your bullet hole as butterfly eyes bring thoughts forgot to my head. Invisable friends sailing the ribbons through thoughts of the curtain that hide that captian. Easter Pastel zig zags the black. Nico-philes and Glass Candy-heads rejoice.
Limited 200 copies on clear vinyl with a hole to see the sky through. Let it happen to you. Housed in a translucent, full-color vellum sleeve designed by Aaron Winters at Abide Visuals with Illustrations by Graciela Guardado. SOLD OUT!
Pump Kinn is Michelle.
Whether gliding on the diamond lakes on a porcelan swan or herding the wild equestrian hordes on top the tenebrous mountains she molds the loveliest concoctions of throat plumage confection and the most crepuscular cacophonous caterwauling of a thousand shrill stallions. Admirers of Diamanda and Fursaxa rejoice. $13
Limited to 500 copies housed in a custom, full-color, 6-panel fold-out cover designed by Aaron Winters at Abide Visuals.
You know it, you love it, by the unholy pestilent gods you can't get enough of it! Hailing from France comes the first ever vinyl release of one of THE greatest black metal albums of all time! Yeah, right. YEAH RIGHT! Baroque black metal! What the hades?!? The loudest, rawest, pummeling screech, fuzz, distortion and..classical piano?!?! You got it, some of the most innovative yet primitive, and dare I say, romantic (!?!) metal I've heard in many a blood-soaked moon. You want experimental truly bizarre black metal? This is for you!
Limited to a measily 333 hand numbered copies!!
The most insane black metal release ever !!! Three, yes three vinyl lps of the harshest sounding evil, atmospheric off-kilter black metal. Call it black metal folk. The loudest noisest crazy insane sounding blasts of skree with strange folky melodic undertones of banjo, cello, mandolin, and percussions and the most frightening vocals ever dared to be recorded. Many traditional folk songs shrouded in blasts of white noise armageddon. For fans of twisted, unique, raw black metal with a very bent edge. Pray (no, commit ritual sacrifice) to the underworld that your stereo survives! This release compiles the "Sturmfucklinglieder", "Grand Ravishing Extravaganza", "Sevenfold Songs Of Death", and "Sheath And Knife" EPs, all previously released in very small pressings and all long, long gone! $54
Limited to 999 copies on pitch black vinyl with 7 inserts in a beautiful dark forest-clad box.
Inca Ore is the solo voice of Eva, the singer of such fine bands as Alarmist and Malibu Falcon. Inca Ore travels the cosmos on firey phoenix mattresses with the voice of a goose-quilled cloud pillow siren calling to all the constellations in the universe. Eva uses her vocal range and delay complement to create the sounds of entire sorceress covens through her lone voice. Lovely psychedelic drone mixed with narcoleptic folk. An enchantress of the highest order! Side A was previously issued as a CD-R in a small pressing of 100 copies on the Collective Jyrk label. The b-side is a brand new track consisting of one astounding, 18-minute interstellar vocal trance-out!
First pressing of 450 copies (200 on baby blue vinyl, 250 on black vinyl) in beautiful silk-screened jackets is SOLD OUT!. Second pressing of 500 (black vinyl only) in "different but the same" offset-printed jackets, with insert, still available. Artwork by Aaron Winters at Abide Visuals
"Against Sleep and Nightmare" dares to be the most convincing and satisfying Yellow Swans allotment of discovery established to recorded media. Subtle layering of anti-glitch-transparent collage progressing through to climactic pseudo-psychedelic jam of brillant rainbow industrial micro-space. "Surreal Time" bowel massaging low end roar endures the harmonious fracture of minimal eeriness while coalescing inot brittle drone glaze erupting a scream-induced chasm of unearthly disgust and restlessness. Quite marvelous discovering a band that encompasses everything current and forgotten yet seems to surpass it all creating an uninhibited and significant block of time well spent! This is a reissue of the CD-R originally released in a scant edition of 100 copies on the Yellow Swans' own JYRK label.
Edition of 200 copies with white sleeves silkscreened with clear ink designed by Aaron Winters at Abide Visuals. SOLD OUT!
San Francisco-based rock band So So Many White White Tigers play bad-energy, propulsive, off-timed noise skree with lots of ballsy guitar moves and dysfunctional vocal shrieks and squeals from Liza that are sure to sting and cause infection. Gerald lays waste to the drums and guitarist Ned positively shreds the strings. Garage-y punk and chunks of mammoth wall of noise, like if Harry Pussy made rock songs or something. Whatever it is, one thing's for sure — something just ain't right with these kids. So So Many White White Tigers were born to come to your town and freak you out. Recorded by Mr. Chris Woodhouse. And we're not just saying it's good: the band was picked as a Bay Area Best by the SF Chronicle and the packaging, designed by Aaron Winters at Abide Visuals, was recognized as one of 2005's best designs in HOW magazine's International Design Annual
Limited to 660 copies on kitty-head collage picture discs.
Wooden Wand & the Vanishing Voice command you to dissolve caps in Grandma Moses kool-aid and seep deep into a genuine American-psychedelic-industrial gospel — languid repetition of mechanical percussion, rural disrupted electronic meandering, haunting altruistic guitar melodies, hymns guided by deceased maritime constellations sucking life from borrowed resin — the sum of all parts is an exact, chance ability of preordained primitive precision: The way Metal Box/Second Edition should've sounded if the Godz weren't so crazy. Travel north archaic gypsies, gather desert sustenance — keep praying!!! Artwork by Aaron Winters at Abide Visuals
First edition of 500 copies on gold vinyl with avacado labels SOLD OUT! 2nd pressing on black vinyl SOLD OUT!
What would the soil say? A fair speculation from the land's oldest apostle..."God made the Earth and the Earth was round and the Earth stood still in it's roundness... thus gave rise to 'the color green'... the amorphic quality of this color sprang life ... the first sounds involved gurggling 'Cro-magnon' hemorages ... the rest is adequate history ... hamburgers hotdogs hermaphrodites haunted house huge hard hair ... this is my recollection, I am soil!" A true testament of a northern California freak-out unfurled for the rest of the world ... a live non-stop excavation of classic Impulse! ether fused a la' Cro-Magnon(artists alone decide ...) with a utilitarian nod to "New Weird-ness" and Finnish-psych-spooge... recorded in Davis, CA "Live in Studio A" Sept. 2004 ... 4 colors, 500 copies, collaborative artwork... why does acid cost so much? Definitely for fans of Avarus and No Neck Blues Band. Features members of Klondike & York, Antennas Erupt, My Whole Hand Was Wet, Tally Band, and Black Bottles.
From Arthur Magazine: "Chad Stockdale seemed like a pretty unassuming guy when we met, but his recordings on tenor saxophone, recorded with percussionist Nate Beier, are really wild. Under the procedural soubriquet, Klondike and York, the pair has released an LP, The Holy Book that treads outsider jazz as strangely as Arthur Doyle might. Stockdale's tone is fractious and scattery, but follows neither the bellow nor the tinkle of the Euro free jazz tradition. If anything, he recalls the strangest players of the American fire music underground, who investigated internal chambers of passion with their reeds blazing softly. Skronky sax, scuddering drums, some wall-eyed synthesizer, everything blended like some sorta weird stew of darkly boiling orgone. Its one of the best free jazz duo records to come out of Sacramento since [your favorite here]. And frankly, its even better than that." — Byron Coley
From Blastitude #17: "You know, I get a lot of records in the mail, and I'd say that most of 'em are CD-Rs. The way technology has gone, that's only natural for independent music, and I try to give all CD-Rs a fair shake, but it's just never as nice as getting a vinyl LP in the mail. When it's on vinyl, you just know it's probably going to be good, or at least carefully considered, which CD-Rs almost NEVER are, even when they ARE good.
Now if this primitive/outsider sax/drums/electronics LP by Klondike and York had been a CD-R, I would've still really liked it, but having it pressed onto vinyl with a cool-ass color cover, well, as Al Pacino would say, "Forget about it!" It's top-notch! It's essentially a sax and drums free jazz duo, one Chad Stockdale on sax and one Nate Beier on percussion, with a lot of heavy blowing and space-out time-keeping, but I'm tempted to not call it free jazz. I mean was The Psychedelic Saxophone of Charlie Nothing free jazz? No, it was psychedelic saxophone, and so is The Holy Book.
And, to help sew it up as something 'other', there's also some synthesizer on here. It's not credited to any one musician; the word just floats in the space right after the credits. This is pretty much what the synth does on the record too; it just sort of mysteriously appears now and then. Trippy silk-screened labels too. Actually, the whole LP, from the home-recorded vibe to the shadowy appearance to the Northern California return address, reminds me of when the first Six Organs of Admittance LP appeared and left blown minds in its wake. There may still be time to get your mind blown, but I really doubt there are any more than 500 of these floating around, so hurry up!"
Limited to 500 copies. 300 with hand-stamped yellow ink labels SOLD OUT! 200 with black labels still available.
The first 7" (full length vinyl due out on S-S Records) from Sacramento's finest utopian non-jazz band, Antennas Erupt. Their spectral sound of yore hovers somewhere between what's available and what's not. Past gestures giving way to new compositional non-jazz explorations. I got stoned one night and decided them as Charles Ives conducting the Portsmouth Sinfonia interpretting the better part of the ESP/Actuel catalogue, Mingus meltdowns, Ascension, solo Dolphy, and Messengers fluidity. They've created something wholly unique and beautiful and groovy. Saxes, cello, and drums combine to make Magical Energy Fields of love, joy, and vigor!
Limited to 200 copies on clear vinyl. SOLD OUT!
I'm extremely honored to release this one-sided twelve-inch by one of my favorite bands, D. Yellow Swans. 1/4" Tape, Guitar, Voice, Drum Machines, Microphones, Mixer Feedback, Various Electronics and Two Wonderful Fellas improvise off each other to create the mesmeric, volatile yet controlled chaos of electronic sear, rasp and burn. Full spectrum tonality, sonic exploration, the opening of new doors of perception, spiritual journey, and the establishment of new, meaningful shared cultural experience in the tradition of folk and native music from around the globe invoking Freedom, Happiness, Love, and the sharing and incitement of these feelings in others. Positivity. Total Liberation. Cover art by Gabriel Mindel Saloman.
This is a one-sided live LP recorded at shows in Sacramento and Arcata, California. Only 500 copies pressed. SOLD OUT!
This is the high and mighty speaker shredding first documentation of the duo of Chad Stockdale (Klondike and York) and Kevin Corcoran (Antennas Erupt, Get Get Go,). The idea behind this album was to make a hardcore record but through free jazz idioms. I played my tenor through a rat pedal and Kevin got in touch with his inner hardcore monster for the drums. Chris Woodhouse recorded for maximum potency. This is a seven-inch of loud whirlwind sudden blasts of howling, house-flattening, molten meltdown compression, chamber, free core. I'm VERY happy with this record. It came out just like I wanted.
Limited to 300 copies on yellow vinyl with fantastic see-through cover art.
A poop stained, pajama wearing Mark E. Smith molested by the Muppet Babies would be a treat compared to this pile of rubbed rhubard crap. Skipping glitches massage the mundane into your palm (fair tempered crawl unit coaxing strangulated beatoffs grandeur), while the first dose of mutilated pop improv invokes flailing limpness in the vein of Costes and Men's Recovery Project. This would've fit uncomfortably onto the superb "I Hate The Pop Group" or "Killed By Death Swingalongamuck" comps. You wanna get wet? Northern California has never been so amused and constipated.
Limited to 100 copies on white w/gold marble vinyl. Two variant covers designed by Aaron Winters at Abide Visuals. SOLD OUT!
The debut seven-inch record. "Klondike and York are a Sacramento, Ca. duo comprised of Chad Stockdale and Nate Beier. How they got their name I cannot guess, but they do have a record out and it's quite nice. Of special interest is the 9:04 tune on the second side, "Angry Gull", which has some very bizarre percussion touches and a very spitty/sputty tenor attack that moves through some of Mats Gustafsson's territory without rifling his pockets. Necessarily lo-fi, due to the singles length, this single's still a must for anyone stocking a free jazz juke, and it'd be interesting to find out more about these guys. They lack some of the military, high energy buzz-cut feel that many current young American improvisers seem to manifest, replacing that with a kind of ecstatic underpinning; and I can't help but think that's a good thing." -Byron Coley, The Wire Nov. 2002
Limited to 100 copies. SOLD OUT!
Our first book comes from Sacramento's crown prince of the clown college better known as 'Modern Art.'Jay Howell's style mixes equal portions of a post-caffeinated haze, a unique and unheard of optimism and the finest cold filtered barley and hops to create a comic masterpiece that'll make you laugh, cry, and... if you dont buy one... you will die!!! (Um, probably not, but its pretty damn cool.)
Limited to 1000 copies, hand-numbered. Comes with bonus "Thank You" zine.