LP Co-Release with Cardinal Fuzz / Rooster

500 Pressing – Mixed colour vinyl – Gloss Laminated Outer Sleeve with Poly Lined Inners.

Preorder Available – Release Date July 18th, 2025 – $31

THE HEADS UNLEASH ‘REVERBERATIONS’: A FIVE-LP EXPLOSION OF BASEMENT-BORN, ACID-FRIED SONIC FURY
This isn’t a comeback.
This isn’t nostalgia.
This is a transmission from the other side of the amplifiers, where time folds in on itself like overheated tape and riffs spiral so deep into your skull you’ll swear they’re rearranging your teeth.

Prepare your mind and melt your speakers: the legendary psych high priests of fuzz and feedback — have unearthed five slabs of PURE JAMMED MADNESS from their subterranean lair. It’s called Reverberations and it’s not a box set, it’s a goddamn exorcism.
Forged in the fogged-out depths of their Bristol basement, Reverberations captures The Heads at their heaviest and most unhinged — sprawling, free-form jams that pulse, pummel, and phase into infinity. No edits, no overdubs, no apologies. Just pure, pulverising cosmic communion.

Spanning over 4 hours of fuzz-drenched excursions, hypnotic riff spiral, motorik freakouts and tape-saturated noise walls, this is The Heads as they were never meant to be heard — unless you were in the room, and out of your mind. If you’re looking for catchy hooks, clean vocals, or anything resembling a structure, keep walking. Reverberations is a swirling vortex of cosmic chaos — a brutal baptism into noise, a tidal wave of sound that will drag you kicking and screaming into the outer reaches of your mind.
You ever hear a Hawkwind bootleg on the wrong speed and think “yeah but what if this was heavier and more lost?” That’s Reverberations.
It’s acid-fried, it’s righteous, it’s like crawling through the fuzz-soaked lungs of the universe with only a blown speaker and a half-drunk pint for company.

Five LPs.
No polish. No polishers.
This ain’t your polite “let’s jam and sound pretty” nonsense. No, sir. This is Reverberations — captured in the basement like some kind of sacrificial rite involving pedals, trance states, and a total disregard for your delicate little earbuds.
The guitars don’t play — they detonate.
The drums don’t keep time — they pull it apart, beat by bloody beat.
And the bass? That’s not bass. That’s the sound of tectonic plates grinding their teeth in orgasmic terror.
You don’t listen to this stuff. You submit to it.
And what’s more: this ain’t some polished retrospective with a sticker saying “FOR FANS OF…” No, this is FOR NO ONE. Or maybe everyone. It’s for people who remember what it meant when music could still scare you — when a riff could knock your third eye wide open and leave you babbling in the car park muttering about The Truth.

Each LP in the series is its own trip, housed in Matte Laminated Outer Sleeves and pressed on mixed colour vinyl, for the full synapse-sizzling experience. Issued via Cardinal Fuzz (Europe) & Feeding Tube Records (USA), in strictly limited quantities, Reverberations is a vital document from the outer reaches of Britain’s psych underground.
This is not a reissue. This is not a retrospective.
Five LPs.
Infinite madness.
Zero fucks given.
The Heads have spoken. Are you listening? Or are you still playing it safe with your canned playlists and digital wallpaper?
Get ready to have your face melted, your brain scrambled, and your whole concept of “music” pulverized into psychedelic dust.
Strictly limited. Psychos only. No posers

“Reverberations is a full-frontal assault on your senses, a sonic maelstrom that rips open your skull, drags out your brain, and plays it like a psychotic theremin. It’s as if The Heads have plugged their amps directly into the sun, blasted it through a tornado of distortion, and dared you to survive the fallout. Listening to this is like taking a hit of pure, uncut cosmic insanity — equal parts terrifying, ecstatic, and utterly irresistible. If music is a drug, then Reverberations is the kind that’ll blow your mind and never let go.”*Track Listing

A1 – Shankared
A2 – Velcro Gusset
B1 – Frog Prog Pt 1
B2 – Off My Boats