Blanche Blanche Blanche “2wice 2wins” LP Edition of 200 Brattleboro’s Sarah Smith and Zach Phillips have dropped another absolute bomb. The music here is so good, we couldn’t resist releasing it on vinyl, even though the Our Place LP was already in production. Exquisite songcraft, cunningly rhythmic arrangements and Sarah’s lilting vocals give the songs here a deceiving lightness, almost like a 21st Century Gilberto/Jobim collaboration. The more you play it, the deeper it will cut. A perfect record for summer, with an engraved B-side, courtesy of the youngest members of Team Feeding Tube – Addie C. and Coco M. Also available as half of cassette split with Bruce Hart on BBB’s home label OSR Tapes. No EQ. Bass by… Read more »
LP Edition of 500 BLOG TO COMM REVIEW Despite Matt Krefting’s resistance to all things fruity, there is little doubt that these friendly non-mineral, non-animal products of nature have the capacity to flush positions through our internal trails far better than ‘most anything else. Especially eggs. Still, it is an egg that remains Dave “Mr. E. Candy” Russell’s muse as he fumbles his way through a vocal universe that is collapsing around his French ears. Something like cross between Crocus Behemoth, Little Lulu and Colonel Bruce Hampton, Russell is on fire here. His vocals emerging from fruit-caked lips as though they were pearls shot from the buttocks of an all-seeing vizier. What Russell does exactly is hard to say, but… Read more »
Justice Yeldham “Popped In The Head All The Time Now 12” (45rpm) Edition of 300 Justice Yeldham is the performing handle of Lucas Abela of Sydney, Australia. For the last five or so years, Justice has taken Iggy Pop’s early ‘70s experiments with glass-as-instrument to whole new vistas of bloody ruin. Where the Ig saw glass as something merely to shatter and slash with (rendering old Ben Franklin’s experiements with his “Amonica” quaint in the process), Justice uses shatterage as the capstone to a whole new quasi-musical way of life. Yeldham takes salvaged sheets of glass and contact mics them, runs them through electronics, and blows the ever loving shit out of them. Someone described him as “a trumpet player… Read more »
Tracey Trance “Pyper Kub” LP Edition of 700 The fact that many label went in on releasing this LP might give you the idea it’s a loser, but that is a fucking lie. Mr. Trance has been well-represented by a variety of cassettes over the past few years, but this is his first vinyl souvenir, and it’s what the kids call “a record worth keeping”. Describing Trance’s one-man-band schtick and naif vocal presence always seem like they’d be annoying when they’re described to me, but I am here to tell you the opposite is true. Indeed, the more I hear Tracey’s casio/guitar/thumper attack, and his Poindexter-on-helium vocals, the deeper the elemental quality of his simply-wrought hooks burrows into my brain…. Read more »
First Pressing – Edition of 133 Second Pressing – Edition of 1000 Artwork by Raymond Pettibon Label Art by Emma Kohlmann OUT OF PRINT! And the blonde, as they say, shall lead the blind. Recorded at a variety of gigs during a tour of Europe in the spring of 2012,Caught On Tape documents an autodidact improv summit nearly without peer. Thurston Moore, the self-taught Connecticut guitarist for the Coachmen, Male Slut, Dapper, Wylde Ratttz, Dim Stars, Northampton Wools, Bark Haze, Pillow Wand, Diskaholics Anonymous, Society’s Ills, The Dream Aktion Unit and several other combos, is in full unhinged blaze-mode here. His companion, notable son of the chowder mills,John Moloney (Sunburned, Shit Spangled Banner, Egg Eggs, etc.), rifles through his drum kit frantically, as though he was trying to destroy a rainbow with hammers. The blend is totally berserk. While… Read more »
Thurston Moore / John Moloney – Caught On Tape “Acting The Maggot” 12″ Edition of 120 Hand Painted by Ted Lee OUT OF PRINT!
LP / Edition of 500 Super dark vox, synth and drum machine jams from Maine’s Clare Hubbard, who also records as the chill-volk songstress, Caethua. She is also part of the Ancestral Diet duo and a sometime member of free improv unit (D)(B)(H). With Sports, Ms. Hubbard evokes a deep Midwest-style fem-noise-vibe, boogieing through the graveyard with her shovel and lantern. This is Sports’ first LP, heralding a new era of bleak ecstasy.
Ambergris “Anti-Matter Alma Mater” Edition of 300 Vinylization of the superb oddball cassette originally issued by the Potlatch I Gather Tapes label in 2008. Ambergris is more or less the solo project of visual artist, Matthew Thurber (1-800 MICE, etc.), although he is aided in this instance by Rebecca Bird. The suite of songs presented here is something like a theatrical recreation of one of Thurber’s bizarro world comics. Using voices, Casio, various Garage Band inventions and his own surreal imagination, Thurber takes us to a 10,000 year class reunion of the students of a space/art/science academy, from which our hero may have been physically expelled some millenia earlier. The first side focuses on the storyline, with music taking an… Read more »
Gary Wilson “Forgotten Lovers” LP Edition of 1000 OUT OF PRINT! New York Surf! First vinyl issue of this collection of rare and unreleased material by one of the most iconoclastic musicians produced by the 1970s. Wilson’s 1977 LP, “You Think You Really Know Me”, is a classic of alternate-universe lounge-wave, and has been cited as choice by everyone from the Residents to Beck Hansen. “Forgotten Lovers” includes unreleased studio tracks from the same period, subsequent single tracks, as well as samples of Wilson’s pre-“You Think You Really Know Me” records (a single and an album) which were more in a porn-soundtrack-jazz-funk vein. Gary has reanimated his career in the last decade, and we raise our hats to him for… Read more »
Happy Jawbone Family Band “Okay Midnight, You Win” LP Edition of 1000 Book Of Fire CD: LP: The second LP (fifth album) by this Vermont / Colorado quintet finds them traipsing ever deeper into the kind of mythic American territory we usually associate with bands who view our landscape from far outside it’s windows. Think of Australia’s Triffids or New Zealand’s Renderers and cross their brilliant Southern Hemisphere inventions with truths only wrenchable from the heart of the beast. There’s a genuine ruralist hoot factor here so smooth that it hits like a ton of silk, but there’s enough killbilly undertow to keep everyone standing nervously around that jug of magic moonshine.