12″ Single Sided lathe. Edition of 33. Numbered. Loose leaf risograph cover / back art printed at LOOKYHERE.

OUT OF PRINT

On the morning of Saturday January 8, 2021 (Friday evening back on the East Coast of the U.S.), Bruce Russell waltzed his big black sneakers into his front room on New Zealand’s South Island, and tore a breakfast-sized hole in the cosmos. 

Russell’s insane knack for producing aural belligerence with his guitar and pedals is legendary. Generations of Dead C fans have swooned amidst its sonic shadows, and Bruce’s many other solo and group projects over the last three-decades-plus have been pretty damn stellar. But I’ve never heard him in exactly the form he achieved for this one. There’s a contained quality to the playing, and very circular logic to the composition that will send shivers up your spine.

With an off-handed casualness, bordering on lassitude, Bruce whipped it out in spectacular fashion. I would have welcomed an additional piece, but the more I play this one-sided LP, the more it feels like a complete statement. Of what, I dare not venture a guess. But it’s as wonderful a warped of solo guitar amp/pedal duality as any I’ve ever heard. And it was all done before breakfast. 

What a champ!

–Byron Coley, 2022