Edith Bunker’s Demonized Vomit Insurance “Volume One” LP
Edition of 100
“This is like taking LSD at Antonin Artaud’s funeral.”
Brent Field of New Hampshire has agendas and programs galore. He is a man of deep and truly-held convictions, of that there can be no doubt. But we needn’t deal with those here. Because our hands are full (one might even say, “plumb full”) of the first LP volume (of many) of his work as EBDVI. This project dates back more than a couple of decades, but its documentation has resisted LP coverage until now. While there has been some revelation of EBDVI’s intent on Brent’s own Nauscopy label, as well as scattered moments on such labels as Bennifer Editions, Feeding Tube is the first label to really take his ball its mouth (as it were). Our goal is to document one of the truly original bedroom aesthetes of this era, in the way he has, perhaps, always deserved. The history of true bedroom production dates, most easily, back to the first era of the cassette revolution, spearheaded by Calvin Johnson and his K Records concern in the late 1980s. This dismisses, of course, the post-industrial interests of certain English folk in the late ’70s, but so be it. We’re talking American impulsiveness here. There may be some oddball name checks on the record (Nick Blinko, Shooby Taylor, Caroliner), but these only demonstrate that EBDVI are working inside a self-conscious historical context. As flat-out debauched and random as this shit may sound — ranging from berserk detoured electronic freak-bashes to neo-volk acoustic-gtr cud-chews — there’s a holist aesthetic approach at work here. Tied as much to the shriek-splotch of Rudimentary Peni as Mr. Taylor’s sing-along nuttiness and Grux’s anarcho-splotch. It’s a cry for something. We can only imagine what it might be.
