Tuesday, October 21, 2008



Jonathon Hochman and Matthew P Hopkins
CDR $8
Psychedelic, underwater-world synth mutant pop, electronics etc collaborative recording between Jonathan Hochman (Pagan Dawn, Stick Stick, Holy Balm) and Matthew P Hopkins (Naked on the Vague and Bad Tables/Lamp Puffer). Analog technologies in the vein of Harmonia with the quirks of Eno and the like. Heavy synth/vocal/percussive deep maritime sounds. (the packaging is not really these colours! something is wrong with my computer! they are a lot nicer!)

LTD 100 PRESSING! Email order to : clothearshoppe@gmail.com
$2 Postage within Australia, $5 Worldwide!

Saturday, June 21, 2008


Heres a packet of releases from Eagle Rock, CA based label Not Not Fun, responsible for the Bored Fortress 7" club and folk/psych/drone/free wheelin jams all over! On the shelves now.. alla re $20AUD ea!

Inca Ore -
Birthday of Bless You
This one has been a dream since the start. Literally, as Eva Saelens wrote us one day out of the clearest blue saying she had a dream one night that she sent us her brand new album and that we fell in love with it and released it. Well the dream’s become reality, as her latest spirit quest in pursuit of the inmost voice dazzled us instantly and lingered like déjà vu. An 11-song slideshow of psychedelic secrecy, rippling whispers, and private ghost ballads, Birthday of Bless You finds Inca Ore at her most lithe and longing, shifting focus from microscopic mood meditations to wide-lens surrealist romance fantasies in a heartbeat, then back again. A black-lit bedroom soon forgotten, a midnight garden of lucid sound, an LP to have and to hold. Mastered for wax by Pete Swanson. Black vinyl in jackets with collage-art by IO, plus a full-color 11x11 collage insert. Edition of 500.

Barn Owl -
From Our Mouths A Perpetual Light

Since first bearing witness to Barn Owl’s mythically desolate amplifier alchemy last year, we’ve been rabid fans/fanatics. But like lots of badass bands, BO are a rolling stone, heavy on the transformation tip, and the BO of today is an altered beast from the one that folkily fingerpicked Bridge To The Clouds and their self-titled disc way back when. And in case we’re not being clear: this is a beautiful thing. From Our Mouths A Perpetual Light burns with the sun-dead majesty of a Death Valley burial ground, all wasted waterless expanse and cracked earth smoke blowing in the dry wind. Heavy western drone revelations bleed into forlorn guitar drift, downcast percussion plods across the plain, a skull on its side lies in the sands. Evan Caminiti and Jon Porras have somehow flawlessly evolved Barn Owl into a blazing new universe, and From Our Mouths… is the first mission statement from their new spectral/aesthetic outpost, a stunning and timeless eight-song suite of grim cinematic electricity. Tune in, drop dead, rot on. In swank matte jackets with ‘four-armed demon warrior-yogi’ artwork by the band.

Cloudland Canyon/
Mythical Beast

This fair pairing has been in the wings for a few years now by our count, but tripped things come to those who wait, so better late-as-shit than never. Cloudland Canyon have been spanning geographies (Brooklyn, Germany, Memphis) and genres (krautrock, drone, psych-pop) since at least 2002, but only recently has their technological studio-sorcery began to gather steam and affect the more far-flung populations (powered in no small part by their partnership with Kranky Records). Anyone who's gotten lost in CC's latest, Lie In Light, knows this duo is currently at the pinnacle of their potency, and their offering here ("Harvest Hunt") is a fantastic mechanical motorik ascent into symphonic hypnosis. Comparisons to classic Teutonic psych outfits of yesteryear are warranted but inadequate: this is music of today, for tomorrow. On the flip, beloved Not Not Fun in-laws Mythical Beast return to the vinyl spotlight with two luminous soul meditations conjured during the past winter's grey maze of days. Both ballads burn with Corinne's voice-for-the-voiceless defiance, wind-draped and incensed by Jeremiah and Aaron's subtle electric string energies. Naked music for open spaces, empty skies, endless nights. High-audio 45 RPM LPs (NNF's first!) in matte-jackets with cloud-skull artwork by Blackblack beauty Diva Dompe.

Shepherds -
Loco Hills

A lot of beloved-by-us artists and artisans icepick out shapely creations from the marble slab of life on a steady schedule, but even within this rarefied realm it’s a real cause for jubilee when an individual/band fucks precedent and totally redefines themselves through a real masterwork. And, in our book (check it out, it’s a good read), Loco Hills is one such touchstone. Distilling down every fried fuzz-groove, tape-loop ghost cloud, and mass-mind motorik psychosis Shepherds have ever let loose into four perfectly sculpted jam-journeys, the language of Loco is a rolling, roiling ride through twisted wordless tongues and hieroglyphic electricity, at once more focused and far-out than anything else in their canon. Mentioning that members moonlight in projects like Meneguar, Non-Horse, and Vanishing Voice is meaningless, this is the Rear House posse’s shining achievement to date and it stands alone. Black vinyl LPs in matte jackets with the same ‘gnashing viper’ artwork of the Release the Bats CD edition. First 115-ish direct mailorder copies come with a bonus CDR of unreleased live recordings.

Yellow Swans-

Two storied USA duo institutions share war stories across twelve miles of raw wax, and the rest of us are lucky enough to eavesdrop. Missoula, Montana’s Ex-Cocaine continue roping that weird rambling wind that seems to stir the soul and keep America mellow, and the pair of anthems they jam out here encapsulates the whole breadth of their sea-to-shining-sea cosmosis. Plainsong guitar lassoes around loose-limbed percussion flame-fanning, building and burning till a boss bonfire glows on the horizon, then they close out the side with a ragged and earnest Meat Puppets cover that’s become a live staple of late. Real and roamin’. On the B, Yellow Swans channel a supreme slice of psychedelic eulogy that cuts twice as deep with the knowledge that after many a summer (they birthed in 2002-ish) dies the Swan. Pete and Gabe’s DYS saga has spanned the decade and their impending non-existence will be lamented all over the world, so the more 11th hour record books they want to stencil with their electric synergies, the better for all of us. R.I.P.eace out. In a stunning “sexy legs” kaleidoscopic masterpiece art jacket by Religious Knife Maya Miller. Half on bleached olive vinyl, half on black.

Eternal Tapestry -
Mystic Induction

In today’s NEW new age one of the roughest audio landscapes to rehydrate and re-vivify seems to be ye olde ‘rock/roll.’ Too much schooled skill turns it to wanky puke, too much braindead string-mangling ends shit up in a puddle of noise drool. That hallowed middle ground is tough to hammer a stake into. But Portland posse Eternal Tapestry chase worms in that kinda moist soil all day and foggy night, and the two sides of glowing garden shroom-harvest they present on Mystic Induction makes a strong case for their status as psych-rock resurrectionists of the first degree. The LP opener, “Emerald Forest of Peace,” weaves a languid path through ET’s bright life as a short-lived five-piece (they’re down to a trio again now), with mossy bass and blissed drums kissing the slow-motion wah fireworks exploding above in the rain-drenched air. It’s a slow glide that continually threatens to ignite before eventually slipping into electric silence. And on the B jam (“Transcendence”), they make good on the threat of the A, riding a vertical riff into a howling storm of light and Jed Bindeman drum frenzy that leaves the rest of their recorded discography in the dust. Also marks the best use of wordless vocals ever captured on an ET track during the band’s brief window with diva Janina Angel Bath on the mic. Planet rock is no longer a cold dead place. Black vinyl LPs in fabric-collage jackets with artwork by guitarist Dewey Mahood.

Christina Carter/ Pocahaunted
Been beautifully blissed on this pairing for months now and we’re amped it’s finally public unveiling time. Christina Carter has trekked around this country (and planet) countless times in the past decade plus, both by herself and with Tom Carter in Charalambides, and the constant gypsy-drifting has weathered her song-stories down into spare, spiral reflections on life, death, and afterlife. Here she lays down four perfect vignettes of acoustic guitar pattern, softly sung desperation, and dangerous intimacy. A beatific bring-down. Sisters-with-voices Pocahaunted handle the B side wax, and their two tracks span the psych-ward spectrum from doomy warpath exile (“Sweat Lodge”) to octave-climbing estrogen ecstasy cloud-tripping (“Silk Fog Traveler”). Both were recorded by Bobb Bruno at Eagle Rock HQ across summer ’07 and cling like cotton to the memory banks. Marbled-peach vinyl LPs in matte jackets with hooded/devoted artwork by Carrie Dietz.

Pocahaunted -
Peyote Road

Evolving comes easier to some than others. A lot of the 21st century's chief underground ringbearers are happy mining the same psych-ditch for the same warped ore, tape after tape and day after day. But Eagle Rock, CA's Pocahaunted are too restless (and easily annoyed?) to sit still like that, and so spent all of '07 throwing ever weirder new figures and moods into their amplifier family, and "Peyote Road" shows the motion of their transformation agenda. The A side ritual, "Divine Flesh," stirs hand drums and chimes into a bellydancing blur of voice smoke and rhythm before breaking down into its base elements and slowly reforming. The flip side ("Heroic Doses") documents Pocahaunted's set opening for Thurston Moore on Halloween night in the wasted and highly un-mystical California desert town of Visalia. Bobb Bruno and Britt Brown backed up the ladies' blown-out but melancholy wailing wall with electronic drums and drones, and the recording treads a dim, no-fi path into a bleak and holy void. With tribal-psychedelia collage jacket artwork by Owl Eyes." Edition of 500.

The Goslings -
Occasion CDR ($16aud)
Hollywood, Florida family/band Max and Leslie Soren have been unleashing their private bouts of punishing ceremonial sludge-gaze for the past half a decade now, and there’s been some total titanic highlights (Between the Dead, Grandeur of Hair, etc). But the grunge swamp graveyard they seem to unearth their moss metal from must be profoundly fertile ground, because each new song-cycle they lay to tape is somehow even more miraculously brutal and shimmering and visionary than the one before it. This phenom holds true for Occasion, The Goslings’ newest and maybe deepest doom/beauty inquest. Eight thundering masterpieces of molten slime riff majesty, nightstalker drums, and soaring-into-the-sun female vox that crush the earth, bleed, and breathe in humid darkness. Ranging from the Slowdive-meets-Skullflower transcendent descent of “Motorcade” through to the quaking basement funeral of “Little Horn,” Occasion is a glorious passage into The Goslings’ hidden holy land. Mastered for optimal audio gravity by James Plotkin, and housed in a swank six-panel wallet-style metallic-ink digipak with artwork by the band.

Sunday, June 15, 2008


Single culture, from the USA/CAN.


Blank Its -Windows are Dirty
The Blank Its are back. After their killer first single, a cool split with the Feelers and their underrated debut LP on Empty, they have returned with a self-released single of their own, plus this, a two song, no nonsense slab of wax that in this humble listener's opinion is their best record yet. "Windows Are Dirty" is everything an a-side should be - short, to the point, and ridiculously catchy (and you can hear it on the band or label's myspace page) - while the flip "Divorce" is about as epic as a three minute (weird) pop song can be, all played with that distinctive Blank Its sound (ie. loud guitars, insectoid vocals, off-kilter drums) and perfectly recorded. - gonerrecords
Sweet Rot's got another new one on the streets, this time from a trio called Blank Its. Two tracks that's pretty straight up Killed By Death punk w/treated vocals to give it, I dunno, an edge? Catchy tunes though & if your smitten by yore boys such as Plastic Idols & Deprogammer, then start collecting for the future... -siltblog

Catholic Boys - Fixed 7"

Catholic Boys rock it w/a decidedly Dangerhouse approach, the results of which should make every Jay Reatard fan squeal w/fright. Or delight. I guess it depends on how your cuttin up the eightball.- siltblog
Intrigued as I was from last month's Catholic Boys offering on Trickknee, I was saddened to learnt hat the band is no more. Here's the remaining recordings, said to have come out of aborted sessions for a second album. Four songs here, and all possess that wiry, transistor-fed tin-can slice and stuttery chordal slam of all the Halo of Flies records. It's a great time, especially “Feeding Tube.” Nice sleeve design and packaging, too. Hopefully these guys land on their feet and knock another one out in future endeavors, whatever they may be. - dustedmagazine.com


Pink Reason - Borrowed Time
...At just over a minute, it has Kevin DeBroux's warbly echoed vocals over a fuzzy, speed-freak guitar riff. It's punkier and more upbeat than most of the stuff on Cleaning the Mirror, and I like it. Definitely worth a listen if you're even mildly interested in Pink Reason and/or the whole shitgaze thing - juststandingthere.blogspot.com
...will melt your brain. -sevententwelve blog
Recommended and sold out everywhere else!


Naked on The Vague - Poltergeist Palm 7" (Skulltones label) $8
Naked On The Vague is also battin 1000% & on this 7" for Skulltones, their patented brand of Apocalyptic melancholia is runnin at a fever pitch. The A side cracks & peels behind a 'Discipline' styled drum beat while Matthew & Lucy's vocal trade off's resemble the malaise akin to once upon a time Lee & Nancy ( aka, the original Chris & Cosey) recounting a night at Spahn Ranch, where they was sick from the tofu roasted over a kerosene bonfire & exasperated by the results of a Family hootenanny. The flip finds our hero's not a little wrecked from the copious amounts of Fromme procured dirt-cheeb they'd inhaled & who knows, maybe it'd even been 'dusted' w/LOVE by Charlie himself. It's a wild world babe, that's alls I can say. -

Friday, June 13, 2008


Hello all - we here at Clth Ear had a splendid break in the USA and thank all those who accommodated, fuelled, wined and dined us - a very fine hospitality was show and many lovely folks met xx

And now back with the goods! Expect several posts through the beginnings of this week and check older releases in posts past for restocks!!
- clth

Alasehir - Philosophy of Living Fire LP (vinyl only)

Alasehir is the trio of Michael Gibbons, John Gibbons, and Jason Kourkounis, otherwise known as three-fifths of Bardo Pond. Philosophy of Living Fire continues their sonic exploration of dense, languorous, free expansion. Their third release, following a CD apiece for the Important and aRCHIVE labels, Billowing and exploding like a cluster of hashish stars, the three instrumental tracks produce a cosmic energy akin to a quasar in the heavens far left of Coltrane's OM and just right of the galaxy known as Dead C's Harsh '70s Reality. Released in a one-time edition of 1000 LPs, this is the rocket ride into the outer stratum at which their previous CDs only hinted. So climb aboard and let Alasehir's Philosophy Of Living Fire be your 2007: A Space Odyssey. - siltbreeze.com

Eat Skull - Sick to death (vinyl only)
*highly recommended*
Biscuit crumbs and tea stains be damned, Eat Skull are a quartet hailing from Portland, Oregon, co-masterminded by Rob Enbom (former bushwacker in the ranks of Hospitals and Hole Class) and another original Hospital, Rod Meyer (the greatest living genius of punk). Previous Eat Skull efforts include a cassette-only EP and a pair of 7-inches, all of which might be out of print. Like their brethren and forebears, Eat Skull runs a post pattern deep beyond pop and punk. They bring to the game an extrasensory appreciation of New Zealand's South Island Sound (Great Unwashed, Axemen), Cleveland art-damage skronk (Modern Art Studio, X-X), and the wretched excess of forgotten Midwest hardcore (Stiff Legged Sheep, Chemotherapy). In other words, just what you need! - insound
Sick to Death has got a handful of its own anthems, too. Good ones. Poppy ones. Its 14 tracks hustle by in spurts of creative freedom, fueled by alcohol and a lack of money, and of course, drenched in gouts of lo-fi spuzz...dustedmagazine.com

Naked on the Vague - Blood Pressure Sessions (Vinyl only)
Comprised of keyboardist Lucy Cliché, bassist Matthew P. Hopkins, and a drum machine, Naked on the Vague churn out stripped-down and monotonous post-punk. The rhythms are primitive; the most animated songs rely on little more than the incessant thud of a bass drum... Naked on the Vague also have a penchant for dubby textures that have more in common with the current Fuck It Tapes school of psychedelic music than to no wave. ...The Blood Pressure Sessions is an enhancement of an idea started a long time ago. During the 80s, bands responded to poverty, vacuous culture, and bad government with music that was appropriately nihilistic. It's not surprising that Naked on the Vague have been able to tap into that mindset 20 years later; the more things change, the more they stay the same -pitchforkmedia.com

Fabulous Diamonds - 7 Songs (vinyl only)
Minimal psychniks Fabulous Diamonds release their debut longplayer, 7 Songs, this week, and - as befits one of Melbourne's most idiomatic acts - it's a stoned cold stunner. With maximal overdubbing, longer length tracks and lush, atmospheric tape production, the duo sound more weighty and affective here than ever; their delay-on-everything style, swirling tiers of dub percussion, skronking sax and chanted vocals intensified by close analogue studio attention. Thankfully for fans, the results - though less minimal than we're used to with FDs - retain all the otherworldly spirit of their popular, free-core live performance. -Mark Gomes

Oper Arizone Nafta - Cavuru (vinyl only)
Located within the Trapani Province of Sicily, OPER'AZIONE NAFTA considers their self-described "un-rock" as "a blowjob from Luigi Russolo." There's little doubt the great Futurist author of the The Art Of Noises manifesto would be anything but chuffed by such salacious bravado. Indeed, the trio pours on the racket and sounds like they were hatched in a custom-built Russolo intonarumori. Successfully putting the on back in bonkers, Oper'azione Nafta doles out only The Berserk, which might be why, at any given time, their unstoppable onslaught taps into rock / improv fizz a la Sun City Girls, Etron Fou Leloublan or the Butthole Surfers, various FMP blat, and MEV-like electronic scramble. When they claim "We are Oper'azione Nafta and we kill Bambi!" who among us would question it? Besides, a nice bowl of Sicilian-styled venison ragout would really hit the spot. Released in a vinyl-only, one-time edition of 500, Cavuru is the band's debut release."

Wednesday, April 16, 2008


We have just had a swathe of releases land in the Cloth Ear nest from the kind folk at Bunyip Trax label run outta Melbourne, Victoria by this nice chappy..

Krystoffkrustoffiston Cassette

"drawing some degree of inspiration from the black stream (though concerned more with depressive ambience over hammering repetition), duo Kkriskristoffiston are just as likely to disgust BM purists. A Door as a Substitute for Two Doors (self released CS) is a series of subterranean environments, marked out by lingering guitar lines and ghostly shrieks. Movement here is oppressively sluggish, though familiar doom metal moves do not figure as touchstones; the absence of titanic bass tones points to this. Looping electronics are deployed throughout at opportune intervals, infusing the cavernous spaces and adding an early industrial dimension. In the end however yawning space and reverberation are unmistakably the primary areas of concern"

SHAWL - PreveilCDR

Ambient blackend electronics recorded beneath damp cloth blankets, Embrace winter with double suicide, to be reborn in the light of summer some later day! Feat. christopher lg hill of moffarfarrah


Paeces-Toffy crushing waves of percusive carnaval amist dust storms of microscopic doves and macroscopic hounds. Recorded live at the Toff in Melbourne.


Two live recordings from Melbourne folk/sound/free form flux faves PAECES. More birds aflutter, but on british greens and early industrial meat grindings. wavering bullroars and darkwave drudge. One track recorded live at the Palais in Melbourne, as part of a night curated by Australian sound heavy Marco Fusinato, and the second track lifted from a live performance at Melbournes Forepaw gallery.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008


canyons - constellations and iceberg mosaics cd-r

Cdr release for Sydney based, Melbourne borne solo a document recalling fractured villages, dicey weather patterns and human longing, this collection of sounds was recorded between civilization and a better place. insects, rain and shattered guitar patterns rise and fall forming warm gusts of lysergic relaxation music. sunday morning ooze for your broken head.

'like camping under electricity wires' - jarrod quarell (new season, st. helens)

Curious? You can find out more about Canyons! 'ere

Monday, March 31, 2008

Always - F.I.S.T

Always is Alex Vivian, a free vocalist residing in Sydney, Australia. Entirely a capella, F.I.S.T. is a collection of pulsating and intense vocal noise, pieced together into primitive soundscapes. Influenced by operatic and Celtic cries, tribal/jungle rhythms, disposable white label techno and the infinite nature of free noise, Vivian's sound is created using two delay pedals' loops that feed from one another, creating new rhythms and layers through repetition and vocal interpretations of organic sounds, performed completely live and improvised... Ideas are created on the spot, which feed off themselves and mutate in different directions, resulting in accidental rhythms and opening the mind to unexplored territory. Released on the Nervous Jerk label of Melbourne. -KRECS.COM

Daniel Menche - Glass Forest

Noisester Daniel Menche of Portland graced our shores recently - carving up a path of distortion, drone and destruction with his wired up iron wand of sound. He left behind a trail of merchandise which was snapped up by many at the shows he played - if you missed out, you can grab a copy of Glass Forest ere..

Glass Forest is a highly listenable starting point for any
newcomers curious about Daniel Menche's vast discography. It is also, according to Menche, the last cd he will release. From now on he'll be releasing his music on LP only or on DVD to accompany films he's been working on...
Recorded in the winter of 2005, Daniel Menches Glass Forest displays a glistening sound world that finely textured with the most delicate of raw organic sound and chaotic electronic noise. Not at all extreme as with Menches previous work but rather a more subtle presence can be heard here on Glass Forest. Subsonic bass drums crawling underneath a massive sheets of glass-like sound layering infinitely into a thick and dense forest of delicate noise. For fans of Daniel Menche's ambient work and also his loud violent work, Glass Forest fits exactly right in the middle of these two polarities. - importantrecords.com

Say Cheese and Die LP!

Sydney DIY punksters SAY CHEESE AND DIE are over. To celebrate their legacy, they have left us a ltd edition 10"pressing of their album 'Repetition Repetition'. Say Cheese and Die have been manufacturing their unique breed of bratty, surf inspired punk rock for three years - and have had to disband as member Dice Boey is off to Japan for keeps! They will be well missed!
You can find S.C.A.D here...
NB. and whilst you can buy their record from Clth Ear Music - you can download it for free from their site : saycheeseanddie.org

Sunday, March 16, 2008


Hello all - another package from Siltbreeze (Philadelphia, US) just dropped outta the sky... heres what we gots:

Pink Reason - Cleaning the Mirror (BACK IN STOCK!)

...Surface listens find Cleaning the Mirror in league with a type of lo-fi aesthetic that lines up with the early 1990s and their impending revival, right down to the reactivated Siltbreeze imprint whose name this album bears. Labels like Shrimper and Road Cone built their lowercase aesthetics on drowsy, hand-produced cassette releases by groups like Bugskull and Refrigerator, two examples in particular that share in the charred, dented-can charms that Pink Reason reproduces. The twice-removed alienation that drove groups like Black Tape for a Blue Girl and Lycia merit reference as well for the replicated crawling crush and apocalyptic melancholy gathering at their stone feet. That these songs are essentially loose blues-based mantras separate Pink Reason from much of the forlorn pack. That de Broux uses three singing voices (one jarring and awkward, on “Dead End,” the record’s most upbeat offering, another a Mick Jagger-esque drawl, and a third a recently-awoken moan that allows itself to sink below the music into mystery and incomprehension) distances itself further. - dustedmagazine.com

Harry Pussy - Ride A Dove
Excellent 1996 album... here are some warm words from a mad keen fan who looks after their myspace fansite: myspace.com/harrypussy

Harry Pussy was a rock band from Miami, active from 1992 to 1997. Featuring Bill Orcutt on guitar and vocals, Adris Hoyos on drums and vocals, briefly Ian Steinberg on accordion, and later either Mark Feehan or Dan Hosker on second guitar, the band recorded primarily for the Siltbreeze label.
Harry Pussy was often grouped together with what were termed "noise" bands, though the term hardly does them justice. Orcutt's unique but highly developed approach to the guitar along with Hoyos impassioned attack of her drumkit place the band more directly in a lineage of rock and jazz.
The band conveyed values of uncompromising aestheticism and self-reliance as an alternative to the passive consumerism offered by mainstream 'alternative' rock of the era. Their ecstatic celebrations of life were often violent and sexually charged. Their legacy continues to inspire creative self-development among the current dedicated practitioners of rock and roll.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Terracid SKIES CD

Terracid - Skies CD $12
An eightball of swallowed volumes and hippy rockwork for the wingless . spiraling drift thread thin like minute spider webs until the floor becomes the sky. New release for Kyogles Terracid. The last we received here sold out quick sticks so ... get into it. Amazing recording.


Ian Wadley - Oslo Solo $12
Second solo release from ian wadley (ex-BirdBlobs guitarist and recently drumming for 6 Organs of Admittance & Mick Turner & Jandek amongst others), ianw oslo solo is a sometimes-minimalist
non-rhythmically loop-driven psychedelic drift through surf guitar, pre-classical melodies, short-wave noise & western twang film themes,
ideas for songs rising, crashing then receding. No voice just guitar,
recorded live in Norway mid-2006.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Lots extra from DNT, LA

Due to popular demand - Shepherds are back in stock! We have been sent a few final copies of the Bush Babies 7" which was snapped up within weeks when it was first got in many months ago....

Shepherds - Bush Babies 7" $8
Ahhhh here is a record one hopes to stumble upon: A totally satisfying, even inspiring, piece of out sound. Shepards on this disk is a duo and that is a mindfuck of a revelation once the music starts. Primitive yet sonically deep free jazz which grows with each listen, "Bush Babies" is one long song split over two sides. Using tapes, Shepherds create layers of horns which fade in and out of the mix, as well as guitar squalls and random noises which puncture and build. Somewhere there is a piano or a tape of a piano slowly decomposing. On top of these sheets lurk the drums, which slowly move and churn with restlessness but never break wild ‘n loud. The drummer’s restraint and the layering of the horns so that they sound like they were recorded in a distant room is either dumb luck or shows that these guys have considerable smarts when it comes to how to make a great free jazz record. More often than not the indoid dabblers of free jazz fail to grasp subtly, sonic depth, that tension and energy can be created by restraint, and that less is more. Shepherds seem to have caught on, at least for this record. A+." -SS (Z-Gun http://z-gun.org/)

ps. white vinyl in stock! - clth


Gang Wizard - I remember you from the party at Long Beach $8

"...an angelic force, delivering a unique thrash-bliss sound to the world. Sparkeling synths and homemade glitter electronics are combined with whirlwind drums, screaming vocals, and aluminum spring guitars. A fantasy of blindness cycling through your lungs." members of foot village, rose for bohdan, and many other bands.
Its catasrophic and cacophonic. You can find them out 'ere.


Saturday, February 23, 2008


This amazing label is run outta New York by the honorable Dave Nuss who gets noisy with No Neck Blues Band - also Amolvacy and Coach Fingers ... we had three more titles ordered but they sold out before we even got them up on site! More coming soon - from Black Dirt Recordings too!

Amolvacy - Self Titled LP - $ 28 SOLD OUT

You just have to see this LP to get excited. Clear vinyl! And then the sounds...whoot! "'At least pray God to give me patience in my suffering.' So concludes 'Lover Go From Hence,' a tale of tumultuous romantic upheaval on the new Amolvacy record Ho-Ho-Kus. Here we have hearts wrenched from guts and firmly planted in the dirt; but also sprouting new romance, seduction, and...the church? And the French? Francois Rabelais wrote Garantua And Pantagruel -- a major influence on this album -- in the early 16th c. to caricature the faux morality of his time. Amolvacy offer Ho-Ho-Kus in the same cantankerous spirit, but this time perhaps to parody their own morality. Love, marriage, sex, affairs, betrayal, and loneliness are all exposed in naked vulnerability and placed on the chopping block for emotional dissection. Lead vocalist Sheila Donovan (ex-Tall Boys) is a longstanding member of the Laboratory Theater Company in NYC, and her partners are Aaron Moore of Volcano the Bear and Dave Nuss of the No-Neck Blues Band. Together they are the Amolvacy family. All things were shared in the making of this record, nothing hidden, no secrets left untold." ...whoa. Its really great.
sold out

NNCK - Nine for Victor CD $24

No-Neck Blues Band are one of those acts that if you like 'em, you pretty much like everything they're going to belch out. It's free improv-pscyh-new-weird-America-jazz-whatever and like their brothers from another mother Sunburned Hand of the Man and Jackie O Motherf**ker ... they do put in a sterling performance here; recorded for the 'International de Musique Actuelle de Victoriaville' festival which also gave birth to last years breathtaking Wolf Eyes/Anthony Braxton team up, they let rip into some of their noisiest and most genre defying material yet. Flitting from electronic hiccupping to drone to noise and beyond they manage to throw pretty much everything they've accumulated in their wide reaching career into the mix....

CHARLES D SPEER - Past or Beyond 7" $10

Knowing nothing of this band other then their connection to Sunburned Hand of The Man and the No Neck Blues Band, I went to a show of theirs while in Brooklyn this summer expecting some seriously heavy psych. What did I get? Todd P. the infamous NY promoter shouted out "C'mon folks, stand up, this is a rock band" right before their first song began. A rock band for sure, like a real rock band. The kind of stuff you would hear coming out of every live music bar in the South. Drums, guitar, bass, piano, and melodic-but-rough vocals are the tools for these cowboy hat/boot wearing dudes taking a break from their drugged out former projects. Instead they opt for some classic American jams. The A side is reminiscent of Silver Jews with expertly recorded/mixed light rock track. A "feel good" track. The B side is heavier, both aurally and lyrically. Biblical sacrifice references intertwined with screeches and the over tone of building the walls of Jericho out of children. Lonesome traveler silkscreened sleeves top off the wrangler feel.- foxydigitalisalso made the top 7''s list of 2007 @ www.blastitude.com

Wednesday, February 20, 2008


Amazing label run outta Louisville - here are some of the latest and greatest on our shelves...

The Cherry Blossoms - Self Titled LP $24 SOLD OUTHIGHLY RECOMMENDED

Amazing group from Nashville - who describe themselves as "Middle-Tennessee's finest anarchic post neo-skiffle collective specializing in kazoo-exotica." They are the musical heirs of Dock Boggs' visceral holler; they share the true gut-sung honesty of Bosavi guitar band music; they are a Dixie-fried Arkestra with out-of-tune acoustic guitars replacing every saxophone and a kazoo in place of Sun Ra's mellotron. This LP finally brings to proper format their most celebrated and celebratory songs, from interstellar boogie ("Rockin' Rocket Ship") to agitational architectural conservation anthem ("Golden Windows"), The Cherry Blossoms offer the OTHER Nashville Sound...-bvf

Valley of Ashes - cavehill hunters attrition -3xlp (yes..three!) $32 SOLD OUT

SOLD OUT In todays scene of hippy dippy two bit mystic miasmas and self-appointed avatars hung up high on hollow Shangri-La noose-notion-poses, one who plays psychedelic music is hesitant when choosing adjectives. Utter the term freak folk and Vallley Of Ashes might cut yr face. Approach with candor and they might peel back their own skulls and open their minds to you plain and simple -- straight from the gut. Cavehill Hunters Attrition is a sprawling triple LP collection that channels a huge spectrum yet maintains a distinct overall sound of their own that is not at all trying hard to be unique yet at the same time is not looking backward to the past... Louisville's Valley of Ashes is a massive NNCK-style free rock collective with Pete Nolan (Magik Markers and countless others), Kris Abplanalp (who teams with Nolan in Virgin Eye Blood Brothers), Kris' brother Wes, violinist Natalie Thompson, and many others (likely including whoever happened to be crashing on the couch (or park bench) that night)....-bvf + fakejazz.com

The Touched - Self Titled 7'' $8

"Holly kaboom! This is a smoker of a punk rock 7”. After one realllllygood Columbus style punker, Louisville’s The Touched snake down into CLE style sprawl and darkness, hucking up punk that has a Pagans stylerecklessness and an Electric Eels kinda lurch. The singer comes from theunhinged school of vocalizing while the guitarist is an absolute fiend!Great record!" - Scott Soriano, SS Records

Monday, February 18, 2008


Here are some more Siltbreeze releases coming on thru:

THE DEAD C: If yr unawares of this NZ supergroup (perhaps an ill choice of wording there..but they certainly are super and definately not singular)... get up to speed with this article 'ere : 'ere.
ALL CD FORMAT and all $24AUD ea.

The Dead C - The White House

The Dead C - Tusk

The Dead C - Trapdoor Fucking Exit

The Pin Group - Retrospective : $22.

Also the AMAZING Pin Group retrospective which rolls in at #86 on the Siltbreeze catalogue - The Pin Group are captured here on the Flying Nun b'twixt 81-84 - and this collection monitors their shift from dirgy, lo-fi, dark Joy Div-esque pop to a cleaner brighter later years. Includes a cover of the Red Krayolas Hurricane Fighter Plane and Wars Low Rider. Its fucking gold I tell you. HIGHLY recommended.