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BRXTNLE turns in some live tracks, and some studio tracks of weird noise from all over the spectrum using all kinds of source sounds and instruments. idmtft gives some of his unique brand of audio sculpture including harsh noise, voices, strange music, and all around great sounds.

1995 Sympathy For The Record Industry release

One day in early 2004 I arrived home to find the biggest parcel I had ever received sitting on my doorstep, it was crudely wrapped and covered in stamps. I was amazed that anyone would POST something like this through the regular mail system.

I brought it inside and cut away the packaging. To my astonishment I found that it contained a large old 'Orla' chord organ and a letter from Marcel Bear (Empirical) saying that he had noted my recent enthusiasm for organ tones (see also With Throats As Fine As Needles and Sunken...).

He had found this one at a garage sale and thought that I might like it. My interest in organs had been at least in part inspired by my reading about Charlemagne Palestine and his concept of the "Golden Music". His idea of a stream of sound that may facilitate an ecstatic bliss of religious intensity has been hugely influential to me (in much the same way as Haino's 'sound of the universe'...).

I decided pretty much straight away that I would record an album using this organ as the predominant sound source (the only other sound sources are the field recordings of rain on the 1st track and scaffolding pipes on the 2nd).

As the recordings progressed from the straight ahead drone of the 1st track I stripped away more and more unnecessary components of the machine until on the last track I was bowing and plucking the spring pegs of the keys. One of my favourite sounds was that of the fan motor itself.

"Dilloway's got a grave problem! Tense ghost clatter and haunted Michigan sputter collapse helplessly into fever, exhaustion, depression. This is home-taping of unconscious dread and hopeless shudder. Originally released in a small edition on his own Hanson Records, Bad Dreams return for the Wolf Eyes / ex-Violent Ramp/Galen/Couch member. When Aaron wakes up, he'll wish he were dead..."

"The full-length debut of noise-jazz duo Agents At Midnight, and a real pro-pressed CD in an edition of 500 copies, the first in 5 years! Meticulously constructed from hours and hours of recording sessions, this album is a distillation of all the many sounds and styles explored by this duo. Rumbling bassy drones, unflinchingly ear-piercing examinations of feedback tones, dizzyingly fast sample-based pieces, musique concrete-inspired collage. And on all of it, sax and electronics flow subtly into one another, bleeding over until the authorship of sounds is often uncertain. Agents At Midnight inhabits a weird hybrid territory somewhere between abstract modern improv, harsh noise, and free jazz, sometimes blending these styles, sometimes veering between them." - limited to 500, co-released with Fargone

features Ed Change and Ed Howard

cracked jewel case cover

Bar Le Muerte release

"12 songs by for and about Lou Reed 1. Louie Louie 2. Caroline Says II 3. Tell It To Your Heart 4. She's My Best Friend 5. Disco Mystic 6. Banging On My Drum 7. I Want To Boogie With You/Je T'aime 8. Lou"

The latest sad-funny avant- pop sounds from San Francisco singer-songwriter- accordionist and longtime MX-80 collaborator. With Rich Stim and Dave Mahoney from MX-80.

Gulcher release from 2005

"I recorded it in 2000 a few months before I started the PseudoArcana label, and given that my initial idea for P.A. was for it to focus on harsher and more abstract musics the simple melodic folk songiness of 'Short Road' resulted in it sitting on the shelf for much longer than it perhaps should have. There was a great poet who said of his work that all he had ever done was write the same poem again and again, trying to get it right. I've sometimes felt that I only have the one song inside me, and I've approached that song from a hundred radically different angles and have ultimately become convinced that this song can never in fact be realised in any definitive way. But that one song is still there inside me and there are places on 'Short Road' where I think I come as close to realising that song as anywhere."

1999 Parallelism release

"Mmmm my mouth is watering at the prospect of listening to this with one look at the various underground luminaries involved: Ben Reynolds, Pete Nolan, Andy Jarvis, Alex Neilson, Chris Hladowski (Nalle / Scatter), Mel Delaney and of course Phil Todd. Do I really need to write anymore?! The album opens with its only raga, an acoustic duet from Reynolds and Jarvis, heavily warped by analogue delay. "Hey Sunflower Motherfucker" has Todd's sun-seeking guitar working its way through thick waves of wow. "The Pete Nolan Effect" is a deep pool of drone (once the microphone returns from its wind-blasted trip outside!) as is the immensely atmospheric final track which sounds like the inners of a dank, dark cave." - Boa Melody Ba

subtle single-noise-compositions, reminding me of Bernhard Gunter‘s work. from the Rectrix site: Complex, rhythmic noise packaged with a nice minimal look. This is a bit different from the harsh wall of noise stuff that I am used to."

2001 Innerstate release

"Barky is an instrumental trio from the boroughs of New York City, whose peculiar combination of Indie Rock, Avant Jazz, and Americana..." - this record is a great combination of math-rock, a little jam/noodling, and a little jazz-sound. basically, like if Karate played more complex songs, or the midwest math-rock bands threw in some solos. good stuff.

"Re release of 1983 album LP. This english band is a mish mash of freeform jazz, jagged white funk, empty spaces, great to tangle to !"

2004 Latitude release

"Conceived in a thick haze of flatulence and other suspicious airborne activity in 1996, Blatant Crap Taste is the one-man grind machine from Rochester, NY native and technical metal juggernaut, Erik "pinchmaster" Burke. Formerly the creative mastermind behind legendary underground sensations LETHARGY, and current SULACO and NUCLEAR ASSAULT guitarist, the multi-talented Burke handles all the instruments on this 77-song squealography that would literally suck the Tin Man right through a keyhole. Sustained, explosive bursts of humorous intensity is the prime agenda of B.C.T., and via Burke's construction of labyrinth-like mazes of crooked riffing and torrential blast beats, he yanks and twists the listener through a schizophrenic 64 minute minefield of unpredictable aural acupuncture. Despite the prickly nature of the hyper-kinetic, porcupine-needle guitar style, there is an absolute punchdrunk magnetism and sense of groove in the songwriting that slithers and winds itself into your permanent memory. The Life & Times of Steven Character is an essential release for fans of quirky, rhythmically complex extreme metal of the Human Remains/Cephalic Carnage variety, and is truly a testament to the immense talent and staggering creativity of the original Rochester berserker, Erik Burke. Guaranteed to unfold your brain into shrapnel-shaped pieces of THC-stained origa" -- Drew Johnstone

on the Infraction label (OH)

1992 Sub Pop release

Seven pieces of outside-rock in just over an hour. Don Rettman (guitars/electronics/stuff) and Dave Bryson (drums/percussion) make a big ol‘ sound that grooves noisily for awhile, and then surges in search of another groove for awhile, and lets the guitar feedback for a ‘nother little while, and then does something else. Hypnotic and noisy.

Ex-Crawlspace McCarter‘s unreleased 1978 EP (Velvet-y not-pop) + his 2001 free-rock CDR Struggle. With members of Crawlspace & the Lazy Cowgirls.

.. that is kinda what Bjerga/Iversen have been doing, since the humble beginnings 4 years ago.. After more than 50 releases and about the same number of gigs since then, it is perhaps somewhat of a contradiction that it�s all more or less just as humble�.

�Thanks to its piercing frequencies, paranoid multitasking, mantra-like grooves and billowing fields of feedback, this record represents both one of the last bastions of true Punk and a 21st century take on the Krautrock spirit. It is the kind of music that would have your parents worried if you listened to it alone in your room. It is also, in a way, the exact opposite of what you would associate with the Norwegians just by reading about them. If this is a best-of, then it�s probably the least representative in the world.�

This CD collects some choice cuts and edits from our now quite (stupidly) extensive recorded catalogue.. It might not be an easy task to single out the best moments, which would sort of be beside the point anyway.. In a way it�s all the same song, the song that never ends.. We tap on to the frequency, and sometimes the psychedelic transmissions are seeping through like burning sunlight on technicolored drops of water and other times the harrowing, fleshy minimalism of solitary organ notes and foggy feedback overtones dig out deeper, darker furrows in uncharted territories�.

�It may seem like another contradiction, then, that "(Go with the flow) like a twig on the shoulders of a mighty stream" breaks these documents down into easily digestible (relatively speaking, mind you) and highly selective moments. Suddenly, there is nothing but magic and everything makes sense. From the opaque clouds and glassy ambiance of �There�s always a little light that shines� to the hypnotic and yet playful ultra-minimalism of �Most things are made of water� and their stretched-out metaphorical �ber-message �The trumpets of silence�, descending from its warm opening bass pulsation into a frosty cellar of disentangled frequencies, these are undeniable works of mesmerizing sound art. Extracted highlights from twisting and turning improvisations like �There�s a ghost in the dream machine� surprisingly put them in a league with the en-vogue Guitar drone fraction, while there are stretches of subtle experimentation which are of a decidedly more microtonal nature. On the other hand, these moments of coherency are definitely also a relevant part of their cosmos and they deserve to be appreciated as well. Glued together on a single, cohesive disc, it is almost as if these Norwegian cowboys had simply decided to mix everything they stand for into a delirious DJ mix, taking no detours whatsoever.�

Still going with the flow, but for the past four years the flow has dragged us though the muddy swamps, the pitch black forests and down the magic rivers of pure sound�.

�When I saw them for the first time, struck by their perplexing quietude and their naive way of drawing ripping sound from random objects. This album is about those times. It is about showing what you missed if you weren�t there when it happened. And about why it is worth remembering if you were.�

"Always A Six, Never A Nine is the second album and the follow up to the 2006 self-titled debut from Portland, OR aggro wreckers Black Elk, whose psychotic brand of crushing, noise-rock influenced heaviosity is a return to the unhinged underground rock force of bands like Jesus Lizard, Melvins, Black Flag and Hammerhead. This new album features ten songs of seething weirdness, with the dissonant, crushing riffage, lunging rhythmic push and awesome freaked out, Yow-esque vocals of singer Tom Glose that made their debut a fave among anyone who remembered the days when Amphetamine Reptile ruled the underground rock scene, but with some interesting new elements (bleak, blackened guitar ambience, a smattering of piano, skyreaching guitar harmonies, etc.) that add new shadows to Black Elk's ferocious sound. Always A Six, Never A Nine is packaged in a heavy four-panel gatefold jacket with an eight page lyric booklet. "

1995 Summershine/SubPop release. riyl Codeine

"The Book of Shadows CD 777 on the label Ikuisuus is the bands seventh release. The band was formed in 1999 when ST 37 founder Carlton Crutcher and his wife Sharon began seeking a magical, improvisational musical outlet. The band has stayed true to this vision for 9 years of live shows, studio recordings and numerous musicians. All of the recordings on 777 were recorded in 2007 and represent a peak for Book of Shadows as a live band as well as a studio band. For this CD, Sharon on vocals and Carlton on keys, are joined by Eric Archer (Numbers on the Mast) on guitar/electronics, long time Book of Shadows guitarist/composer Aaron Bennack, guitarist Jonathan Horne (Plutonium Farmers), Johnny McCollom (Primordial Undermind) on percussion, Matt Thies (Numbers on the Mast) on keys/electronics, Greg Elliott (Spagirus) on dulcimer, and Vanessa Rossetto (The Mighty Acts of God, Bright Duplex, Pulga, etc...) on viola, bowls and bells!!!....You are the magic that you make...."

"Bottomless Pit was formed in the fall of 2005 by erstwhile Silkworm members Tim Midgett and Andy Cohen. Their longtime friends Chris Manfrin (Seam) and Brian Orchard (.22) complete the quartet. 2007 finds the group playing "their blues" - soulful, emotionally intense, and often transcendent postpunk that is as inviting as it is bracing."

2005 release. disc is double sided, CD/DVD

three live tracks all recorded in the wonderful state of massachusetts. the first two recorded live at the infamous RRRecords, and noumena‘s is from UMASS student radio. brutum fulmen presents a noiser-than-usual tape piece that makes me really wish he‘d tour soon...dan‘s piece is starts off with a couple minutes of vocal wierdness that leads into a rather strong electroncs set...noumena rounds it out with an off-the-wall improv work of guitar, tapes, and electronics. mellow one second, screaming the next, riffing black sabbath the next. a fitting tribute to a beautiful state.

"Hyper destructive low-end violence from two of the American underground's most ferocious hate-sludge outfits. Available from Crucial Blast on August 1st, 2004. Crucial Blast regrets to announce the end of your hearing. The good news is, the cause of your deafening is the dual assault of feedback-warriors BURMESE and battle-sludge titans FISTULA. BURMESE annhilate everything before them with a lethal blast of low frequency skree tantrums, cough-syrup drenched blastbeats, WHITEHOUSE-worshipping noise, and demonic free improvised violence. Think KHANATE, DROPDEAD, EARTH, and MERZBOW in an earth shattering, widow-making basement deathmatch. Ohio 's FISTULA batter up with megaheavy sludge, blistering blackened thrash, diseased rock, and some incredibly infectious riffs . Hear these tarpit battle anthems, hail the low frequency berserker. BURMESE burn you down...FISTULA pisses all over the ashes. "

"Two long tracks, recorded live in Norway: Oslo, Dans for Voksne, 16 April 2005: Bergen, Kunsthall/Landmark, 17 April 2005. Five inch CD packaged in a 5.25 inch floppy disc case"

"This CD contains 9 tracks, totally 32 minutes and 10 seconds. Desalination, oxygenation, and purification by Roger H Smith. The packaging of this CD is based on the percentage of ocean covering the earth. This is officially calculated as 71%."

1997 release from Ninja Tune with hybrid disc containing Quicktime video

2000 remixed release on Ninja Tune

"amazing grace and beauty abounds on this fourth full length recording by connie acher....this time around strawberry is the foil and he sweetens her stew with precise production and virtuosic instrumentation....connie gushes forth streams of magic honey that slide right down to the sweet spot of the soul....full cover covers....edition of 500 copies"

long-running japanese electronic/experimental/sound collage artist with releases on Ant-Zen, Groundfault, & more.

Aversion Online: "I wish more experimental noise projects would release CD's like this, because it's just impossible to keep up with every limited release, compilation appearance, etc. from artists in such a vast scene that is expanding at all times. This collection displays over 45 minutes of rare material from one of the finest American power electronics acts out there right now, including the contents of "The Cleansing" 3" CD-R (Frozen Empire Media), one track from the "Bitmapping" compilation (Objective/Subjective), two tracks from the "Field Tales" compilation (Hospital Productions), and the excellent "Praying to Bleed" 7" (LSDO). The songs from "The Cleansing" have a good balance of styles involved and to me are reminiscent of sort of a classic death industrial sound with obscured samples and vocals against dark ambient undercurrents and perfectly integrated harsh layers. The heavy flanging and reverb on the vocals in "Cleansing" lend a UK sort of vibe to the piece, whereas "Elite" is the most subdued and minimal of that bunch. In fact, many of these tracks are a bit less harsh than I was anticipating. Of course there are some scorching vocals in compositions like "Praying to Bleed", but I'm pleasantly surprised by just how effective and fluid all of these songs are when listened to as a complete release. Pretty much all of the recordings are on the raw side, but in a manner that makes sense, so everything is ultra thick and a little rugged, but not sloppy, and any muddiness that's involved feels intentional. Like the other new PACrec releases thus far, the package consists of a matte black and white slipcase, here with largely abstract artwork and clean text. Very well done. I hope other such acts with extensive and somewhat scattered discography appearances will follow this lead. This one's limited to 500 copies as well, making it another potential rarity in and of itself in a few years' time, but for now you shouldn't have a problem tracking down this excellent set of recordings."

Collaboration album by Anla Courtis, Andrey Kiritchenko and the Moglass. Co-released by Carbon Records, Nexsound, Gold Soundz, Tibprod and 1000+1 TiLt. tracklist: (1-3) by andrey kiritchenko (sound sources by anla courtis, bandura, objects and field recordings by andrey kiritchenko), (4-6) by the moglass (sound sources by anla courtis, guitar and synth by the moglass), (7-11) by anla courtis (sound sources by the moglass). Alan Courtis (a.k.a. Anla Courtis, Alna Courtis, Courtis, etc.) was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina on february 22nd, 1972. He studied classical guitar, piano, theory and composition. He holds a degree in Communication Science from the University of Buenos Aires, where he currently runs an annual music workshop. He played electric guitar in diverse bands and in 1993 he co-founded the group Reynols. With this group he has released more than one hundred CDs and vinyls worldwide in labels like Trente Oiseaux, Digital Narcis, Drone Records, Locust, Sedimental, Beta-Lactam Ring Records, Celebrated Psi Phenomenon, RRR, Audiobot Records, Roaratorio, JDK, Reverse, Matching Head, American Tapes, The Last Visible Dog, Carbon Records, etc.

Andrey Kiritchenko is a person known as an author of projects like Critikal, Sidhartha, NEX(Nihil Est eXcellence), founder and co-runner of Nexsound records, musician who has largely contributed into the development of electronic music scene in Ukraine and already considered as one of the premiere experimental artist from Eastern Europe. Being involved mostly in experimental electronic and electroacoustic music for the last few years, Andrey is now gaining recognition among the musicians and followers of this style all over the world. His activities range from glitch with blurred beats to electroacoustis experiments, from improv to musique concrete, from drones to microsound.

The group under the Moglass came into being in 1997, preceded by five years of home projects that were never released in public. The Moglass widely used the latest technical achievements of the time such as sampling and postproduction of all kinds, hereat gaining a reputation as post-rock musicians and performing at fashionable discos on repeated occasions. Spellbound with the aesthetics of freeform music, the musicians of the group gradually turned away from glossy sound of their early records and began to decline invitations to fancy discos thus gaining freedom of creating music at home and communicating with a bunch of soul mates scattered all over the world. Up-to-date records of the Moglass are spontaneous improvisations, mostly live records, that by no means always can be called free-noise because sometimes they are very gentle and melodic.

Rockin‘ with toys & amps & guitars & stuff--fried boogie, flyin‘ fancies, rock trance, out grooves, kartoon rawk-- ‘lectronic wheeze--records & VHS loopin‘--Sabbath� as folk-jazz hoedown.

45 minutes of improv noise-rock heaviness. ranging from full-on overblown jams, to thick drones, to even some melodic pieces. includes lots of guitar, bass, synth and drums, with some vocals sprayed here and there. similar at times to Grey Daturas, Heavy Winged, Alasehir/Bardo Pond and Codeine. check out ctj.carbonrecords.com for more info. [packaged in a heavy vinyl sleeve with pro-printed card-stock cover. cover artwork by Andy Gilmore - birdbrid.blogspot.com]

"Named after one of the most imaginative and infamous key roles in the Israeli occupation, D9 is as merciless as this monstrous bulldozer, ramming reality in its' forehead with their post apocalyptic hectic predictions, directed towards the Israeli state and the worlds' systematic moral corruption, fueling their fury with an offensive portion of old school hardcore punk, and generating this boiling wrath into an original crushing blend of sly grindcore and bare boned power violence hostility, with a fair amount of devastating sludgy riffage and obscure electronic noise intervals to make their squashing sound even more quirky and disturbing.

Recommended if you like Dropdead, Pig Destroyer, Man is the Bastard, Burmese, early Facedowninshit, Capitalist Casualties, Dystopia and Siege."

a solo album of guitar manipulations from this long-time Dutch noise/rock guitarist

"Destructo Swarmbots has carved a unique niche for themselves over the past 4 years. Their live shows consist of chaotic walls of white noise, improvised textures and battered instruments. Their recordings are delicate, at times meditative, washes of ambience constructed from countless piles of tortured sounds. Influenced heavily by 200+ needle-dropped, out of print psyche records, "Clear Light" is their strongest effort yet and the next step on their journey to artistic isolation."

"The appropriately titled, Diving Bell, is the collaboration between Craig Colorusso (guitar, field recordings) and Joel Westerdale (drums), both formerly of China Pig, and their self-titled record is nothing short of breathtaking. A diving bell is a large bell shaped container made of a combination of glass and metal. The bell can be large enough for multiple people to stand in, and it is placed in the water, allowing individuals to stay underwater for a long period of time, a perfect description of the feeling you get when listening to this band."

1998 Galactic Butt Hair release

Split CD featuring two of the snizziest experimental music projects to emerge from Minneapolis since Snizzy McSnizzerton and his Band of Snizz.

Dolores is known well for her appearance on Susan Lawly's "Extreme Music from Women" CD, and is here in full power-electronics mode, complete with porn samples.

Origami Genitalia is an electro-acoustic soundtrack collaboration between Eric Hofferber (Gentle Tasaday) and E.W. Hagstrom (Cock E.S.P.)

Co-released with Apop, Sunship, Gold Soundz, Little Mafia and Nihilist.

on the Farrago label.

"Long piece in 3 parts; Bowed percussion, drumset and electronics. Hand embossed/stamped and painted arigate pak with insert. Edition 2: Avaiable now in edition of 500."

nearly 48 minutes of sometimes sparce, sometimes dense, guitar work by this trio consisting of Will Veeder (Hinkley, Torpedoes, formerly of Muler), Chris Reeg (Blood and Bone Orchestra, Crush the Junta, Ian Downey is Famous, DvsC, Ada le O, The Years) and Joe Tunis (Joe+N, Crush the Junta, Tuurd, SQ, DvsC, Ada le O, formerly of Hilkka and Pengo). other instrumentation includes heavy synth, droney melodica and homemade pipe chimes. co-released by Phantom Limb Recordings. [packaged in a heavy vinyl sleeve with pro-printed card-stock cover]

2000 Monitor Records release. this is Sean Meadows of June of 44, Lungish, etc fame.

"New minimal full-length album from Family Underground that abandons the drug-hit-sally-inside feel of early Velvets jags for the sound of the last gasp of Lou Reed's long-suffering amp in the final seconds of 'Black Angel's Death Song' extended to oblivion. Comes in a fold-out four panel digipak." - Volcanic Tongue

"An oozing sprawl of malevolent drone and thick buzzing electricity from Denmark's Family Underground." - Boa Melody Bar

Sub Pop release from 1992

"Ohio is rotting. Fistula once again team up with Crucial Blast to deliver another heavy dose of their septic, filthy, lumbering death-sludge in the form of Goat, a five-song Ep of low-fi and low-end nihilistic filth and rabies-laced caveman thrash with songs based on the ghoulish discovery and subsequent investigation of the eleven decomposing bodies found in the Cleveland home of Anthony Sowell in the Autumn of 2009. This new disc delivers more of the pulverizing, slime-covered sludge and primitive death metal rot that these Buckeye barbarians have been carving out in the back of Medina garages over the past ten years, continuing to follow in the coagulated blood tracks of Frost, Autopsy and Winter, but filtered through Fistula's uniquely mangled and inebriated scum-haze and utterly negatory worldview. "

Headhunter Records release

Gulcher release from 2005

"Cover art by Peter Bagge! 1. Firepigs: A Tribute To America's Heroes 2. Hips Or Lips? 3. Evil Physician/Evil Position 4. Tiger Cage 5. AIDS Team (The Dirty Version) 6. Beverly Hills Cock Part Two 7. A Message"

"This hour-long, six track monolith follows Geisha into a psychedelic black storm, their blown-out and raw rock infused with a bone-rattling recording and covered in a thick sheen of white noise and gritty distortion. As with their previous album, the spirit of seminal noise rock / sludge rock (think Cherubs, Melvins, My Bloody Valentine's Isn't Anything for coordinates) is combined with violent, chaotic NOISE and tainted with blurred VHS cassette visions and vague allusions to BDSM, and then jammed through an orgone accumulator, forming a ferocious, crushing rock beast that reveals it's powerful hooks and melodies underneath the churning distorted bass rumble and sludgemetal riffage , blasts of psychedelic drone-noise and corrosive skree, percussive pummel, and deranged singing. The sound is immense, and the first five tracks on Die Verbrechen Der Liebe deliver Geisha's in-the-red heaviness and hooks in surplus. "Prelude To Amber Pays The Rent", "A Wilderness, Except By Sight", "Sportsfister" - every one is a crusher. But then Geisha pull out the monstrous thirty-minute, thirty-five second closer "Theme From Diana", and the tone changes completely. This track is a re-working of a "metal percussion" set that Geisha originally performed live several years ago, and it begins as a slowly building fog of voices and effects and shimmering metal that blooms into an expanse of droning, fx-heavy guitar, looping samples, cosmic effects, and improvised percussion. It's a kind of rumbling industrial dronescape that stretches out forever, until suddenly in the last few minutes the drifting drones and psychedelic guitars and sampled voices suddenly explode in an immolating nuclear blast of overdriven, speaker-annhilating noise and the track immediately, terrifyingly changes shape into a monstrous lumbering noise-metal dirge that bulldozes out of your speakers, whooshing Hawkwind effects swooping overhead, the band knotted together into a white-hot blast of ultra heavy riffage, distortion, and a wall of percussive force. "Diana" is one of the most crushing pieces of music that I have ever heard from Geisha, like some majestic and brutal conglom of Swans, Skullflower, Merzbow, and Burmese forged into a destructive space-metal supernova. Crucial Blast is releasing the CD version of Die Verbrechen Der Liebe in a limited edition of 1,000 copies, packaged in a full-color gatefold jacket. "

"Devouring/rebirthing the concept of "noise rock" into something frighteningly beautiful and brutally heavy, GEISHA deliver crushing blasts of impossibly hyperdistorted rock baked in massive frequency overload and massive hooks and melodies and sinister crushing riffs, all of it slathered in filthy throbbing feedback and white noise horror holocaust, like the early 90's alt rock of Isn't Anything-era MY BLOODY VALENTINE and DINOSAUR JR. mashed together with the most brutal sort of Unsane/Am Rep style racket and distortion-drenched psych/noise into a sludgy metallic mass, jamming with a small army of pedal-smashing harsh electronics troglodytes playing awesomely catchy/crushing pop songs buried beneath a hellish storm of skree and amp-blowing fuzz. Terrifying. Beautiful. Licensed for North America by Crucial Blast."

"Dead Mountain Mouth is the wickedly anticipated full length album from GENGHIS TRON, and the follow-up to their imaginative debut EP, Cloak Of Love. Recorded at Godcity Studios with Kurt Ballou (Converge), Dead Mountain Mouth moves beyond the rapid-fire electro/grind genre-splicing of Cloak Of Love, and forms something more fluid and cohesive, an arcane union of digital dreams and brutal heaviness, where speedcore eruptions blossom from clouds of maximum beat-driven electronic bliss, and futuristic metal riffage seethes from your speakers. These ten gloriously-dense and triumphantly catchy jams soar through valleys of immense crush and alien vistas of 8-bit wizardry unlike anything you've heard before..."

braille embossed cover. on Caulfield Records (Lincoln NE)

"One of the extreme metal/industrial underground's most unique bands, Gnaw Their Tongues arises again with a new album of majestic, orchestral death-terror called L'arriv�e de la Terne Mort Triomphante, a series of five hymns to the death shroud, a celebration of dissolution. This Dutch one-man avant black/doom/industrial band is responsible for two of the most chilling albums of abstract heaviness to have been released in recent years (An Epiphanic Vomiting Of Blood and All The Grand Magnificence Of Perversity, both from Crucial Blast), but with this new full-length, Gnaw Their Tongues peels back additional layers of it's bombastic horror to reveal moments of euphonic beauty more than we've heard on the previous albums.

This is still harrowing stuff, though. The album opens with soaring choirs of the damned and a cacophony of tortured shrieks and demonic howling underneath a crushing, sludgy bass riff and pounding elephantine drumming, total blackened doom that's soon joined by peals of dissonant strings and softer droning cellos and violins. As you get deeper into " L'arriv�e de la terne mort triomphante", there are moments of severe beauty that emerge, brief passages of fragile piano and mournful strings, the soft crackle of ancient vinyl grooves and French horns. These moments repeat throughout the album, lots of symphonic shadow that drifts amidst the pounding industrial blackness, but they never last for long as the spiraling woodwinds and cyclical piano figures inevitably become subsumed into the blasts of malevolent orchestral might. The fearsome martial drums and brass fanfares at the beginning of "Les anges fr�missent devant la mort" eventually evolve into stretches of abstract industrial percussive pummel over droning strings and organ, and then into a stunning cinematic finale. That's followed by the clanking doom, swarming black buzz and sheet-metal cacophony of "La mort dans toute son ineffable grandeur/splendeur", the most industrial-sounding track on the album. "Le Chant De La Mort" is a lurching, blown-out death march that shifts into an infernal dubbed-out dirge, and the closing track " Le tr�ne blanc de la mort (de white throne of death)" rumbles through funereal classical drift, waves of horns, strings, percussion surging into a series of dark, mournful shapes at first, but are then shattered by pounding doom metal drums and wailing choir voices, becoming an utterly grim blackened dirge with distorted shrieking vocals that are wracked with agony, ending the album with a suffocating atmosphere of death. At its heaviest, it's like funeral doom bathed in modern orchestral music, a cross between Penderecki and pitch-black doom filth, pulverizing and intensely evil.

Of course, this is essential for fans of previous Gnaw Their Tongues albums, but it's equally recommended to fans of both abstract blackened weirdness of bands like Emit, Abruptum, and Blue Sabbath Black Cheer, and the bleak Wagnerian industrial of In Slaughter Natives and Shinjuku Thief. Like the previous two Gnaw Their Tongues releases on Crucial Blast, this comes in a deluxe gatefold tip-on jacket (which is exclusive to the North American release of this disc). Released for North America and all other non-European/UK territories by Crucial Blast."

"Picking up where 2008's An Epiphanic Vomiting Of Blood left off, Gnaw Their Tongues is back with nine new tracks of fearsome blackened orchestral chaos and abstract horror that still sounds like little else out there. On Dread, we're feeling an even heavier bass-assault compared to the other releases, and this is easily the heaviest Gnaw Their Tongues release yet. This monstrous, noxious bottom-end roar that skulks and slithers throughout the album suggests a foul fusion of Abruptum (which is still the closest reference point to Gnaw Their Tongue's black chaos) and Leonard Rosenman's most nightmarish film scores, piled in towering heaps of sadistic noise, warped orchestral strings, degraded samples, shrieking voices, and punishing lurching doom draped in suffocating atrmosphere. Hyper-abstract black metal sound-collage? Wagnerian avant-doom psychosis? That's one way of putting it, but Gnaw Their Tongues is ultimately impossible to pin down, defying simple categorization as this album plunges even deeper into a black pit of total cinematic horror, sexual perversion, and shapeless heaviosity. Once again, we've presented the cd version of this album in a deluxe heavyweight tip-on gatefold sleeve manufactured by Stoughton, exactly the same as the sort that we used for the cd release of An Epiphanic Vomiting Of Blood, and the package includes a six-panel full color booklet. Both the booklet and the gatefold features new artwork from Gnaw Their Tongues mastermind Mories, whose artwork continues to get more insane with each new release. Their are images of depravity, masochism, and sadistic enslavement captured here that we're betting are still haunting the poor saps who assembled these at the plant. And again, the song titles evoke total nightmare visions: "My Orifices Await Ravaging", "Broken Fingers Point Upwards In Vain", "The Stench Of Dead Horses On My Breath And The Vile Of Existence In My Hands", "Gazing At Me Through Tears Of Urine", "Rife With Deep Teeth Marks", and the whopping "The Gnostic Ritual Consumption Of Semen As Embodiment Of Wounds Teared In The Soul". The album opens with a sudden blast of pounding tympani-like percussion and roaring distorted bass, a massive blackened dirge wading through a swirling storm of metal smashing against metal, howls of anguish and terror, bursts of majectic brass fanfare and distortion and epic string sections struggling to emerge from the chaos, then turning into a sea of tense strings and choral voices spreading out towards the end that creates a less noisy but still totally evil atmopshere before becoming devoured at last by the bulldozing black industrial doom. Then it's on to "Verbrannt und verflucht", a mechanical black dirge filled with darkly beautiful orchestral strings and stumbling chaotic drumming, weaving back and forth between a crushing lopsided industrial groove and bombastic riffage that's shot through with brief sections of shimmering ambient drift and echoing chimes and harsh whispered vocals. The next track opens with an immense deep bassline, like the shuddering tones of a massive bowed cello rumbling through an underground cave system, then launches into another stumbling industrial groove, like a broken Godflesh track draped in harrowing Bernard Herrmann strings, dissonant riffage and some of the albums most overt black metal style vocals, a seriously pissed-off ripped-throat shriek soaring over the sludge. Halfway through, the song turns into a a gripping cinemtatic dirge, just heavy drums and looped strings and ominous bassline spreading out over several minutes, then sinking back into a morass of charred distorted drone, cello and weeping female vocals towards the end. "Stench" juxtaposes a reading of a poem from Gustave Flaubert over monstrous slow-motion doom, and " L�Ange qui annonce la fin du temps" reveals a seething mass of murderous whispers and demonic black ambience, deep pounding kettledrums echoing through the pit, dissonant piano and Lustmordian darkness swirling with swarms of atonal strings and hovering drones. A heavy rhythmic orchestral loops opens "Gazing" and leads this track into one of the album's most "grooving" moments, a massive winding doom riff working its way across pitch-black film-score strings and later joined by scathing blackened vocals. "Rife" starts off with a full minute of granular black noise before dropping in to a chaotic lurching off-time riff and a churning maelstrom of distorted electronics and looped orchestral stabs, but evolves into dreamy dark ambience laced with piano and hushed female vocals in it's second half, then exploding into a monstrous speaker-shredding bass-heavy drone at the end. And then as if things couldn't get any more terrifying and nightmarish, the title track appears, opening with a distant female voice screaming for help (a sample I recognize but can't place off of the top of my head), her frantic screams repeating over and over and over as the vicious black doom riffage and industrial percussion pours forth, massive blasts of brass fanfares and dense strings piled on top, the sound absolutely suffocating. But then four minutes in, the doomy heaviness and strings drop out suddenly and we're left with minimal fluttering drones and slow dissonant chords being smashed out of a piano for a minute, a brief moment of almost-calm, and then the drums begin to pound and the orchestral sounds and distorted riffage crashes back in with an epic final hook that's one of the most majestic moments on the album, almost sounding like My Dying Bride but drowned in noise and filthy buzzing bass and psychotic strings. Finally, "Gnostic Ritual" closes the album with a simple two-chord bass riff over pounding, heavily echoing drums, a blackened dubby doomscape filled with super distorted shrieks and harsh noisy ambience, slow and crushing and utterly depressing, and as the track continues the stripped down industrial dirge is slowly joined by waves of rumbling orchestral percussion, distant warning sirens, murky strings and suspended high pitched drones that builds in intensity until finally fading out on a smoking trail of crackling feedback and distorted bass."

"Mysterious Portland, OR duo. This here is heavy. Cables coming apart and shit." - The SNSE

Goh Lee Kwang: prepared mixier and Tim Blechmann: laptop

1993 Thrill Jockey release

1993 Bag of Hammers release - compiles previous singles

Debut of the St. Louis instrumental trio of bassist Darin Gray (also of On Fillmore, ex-Dazzling Killmen, Brise Glace) guitarist Chris Trull (Darling Little Jackhammer) and drummer Danny McClain (Johnny Angel, Arrmy of Robots). This is disjunct rhythms played at high velocity. Disjunct beats played under broken and jagged melodies. Repetition of the retarded. Complex structures combined with complete and utter failure. Failed soloing combined with rigid riffery. Extended instrumental techniques forged into song. Polyrhythmic, Polyphonic -- Damn Jim!, Poly-EVERYTHING! The success AND the failure of rock.

64 minutes of what the muckraking journalist does best, live and uncensored. From the 2000 elections to the Best Democracy Money Can Buy, the Bush Family Frankenstein Factory, to Fatherland Security and the FBI, Palast lays it all out with wit,and verve. And yup, its an enhanced CD with some extra video footage goodies too!

"A re-issue of the out-of-print 2004 monsterpiece from the Melbourne, Australian trio Grey Daturas. Originally released through the band's own Crashing Jets imprint, Dead In The Woods is a massive exhortation of lumbering metallic sludge rock, freely improvised amplifier noise and crushing riff splatter, and massive, sky-streaking psychedelic corrosion. The Crucial Blast re-issue of Dead In The Woods features a full remastering by Scott Hull at Visceral Sound, and will also come with a brand new packaging design via a 4-panel case printed by Stumptown Printers. "

What you‘ve got here is 14 tracks of post-Slint tuneage that‘s sure to get the backpack slinging crowds‘ glasses in a fog. With e/o, a perfect balance between monstrous crushing riffs and delicate pop hooks is achieved in a flawless manner. While Hilkka‘s patented claustrophobia inducing riffs are present in abundance on this release, the playing is a little looser and more open. This gives songs like "Sad Song‘s Say So Much" and "I Go Dental" room to breath and a way out of the over crowded ghetto called "Indie Rock Circa 2000". This release also establishes Hilkka as true craftsmen in the song writing field. You can tell these songs took time to compose. Face it kid, these three large men from Rochester New York show a range and depth both emotionally and cerebrally in their music that makes yr popular Midwest Emo of the month heros sound like the baggy pants wearing pussies that they really are.

the first full length hilkka release since 1995. some math, some improv, some angles, some heaviness, some pop? "...off kilter, cyclical rhythms...electronics-laden groove or heading for headier pasture..."

Split release featuring short lived Rochester band Lift and Carbon Records stalwarts Hilkka. Can you really live without owning a CD that has songs with such great titles as Crackie, Bag of Dildoes, Cocksucker, 40lb. Bag of Shit and Blood Bath at the House of Death??? "Stop it!!! Your crushing me!!!!!!"

this is somewhat of a live record. recorded during a Dec 2007 show in Rochester NY. Hinkley then added some overdubs (more guitars, vocals, etc) and mixed and mastered it during the spring/summer of 2008 to arrive at this final product. Elephant Roundup is an incredibly strong representation of the "big band" form of Hinkley, complete with the usual guitars, bass, drums and vocals, but in addition, keyboards, misc percussion, violin, banjo, singing saw and baritone horn. the songs range from (alt) country to downer pop to full-on rock with a very strong emphasis, across the board, on song writing and meaningful (and usually story-telling) lyrics. [production CD housed in a heavy duty vinyl slip case with pro-printed full-color folded cover]

"In Spring of 2005 Hinkley started working on their latest CD, Estate Sale, with the help of Adam Lasus (Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah, Clem Snide, Yo La Tengo). Recorded in both Brooklyn and Rochester, the mixing and production duties of the record were split between Adam and Hinkley (Adam mixing half the record remote in Los Angeles and Hinkley mixing the other half in Rochester). Each mix was carefully constructed and well though out, in some cases changes to the arrangement or instrumentation occurred after all the tracks were recorded and mixing was well underway. This approach gives the record a unique feel.

Musically Estate Sale encompasses a wide variety of ideas weaving between country, 60's pop and indie-rock, while still grounded in the distinct sound that has given Hinkley its name." simply put, this is one of the best pop/rock records i've heard in quite some time, and hence, i was compelled to release this CD (joe).

japanese rock/pop/world group from the 80s/90s

"Collaborating Torture is one of the last known recordings made by Matt Gibney AKA Hollowing, who died in January 2006. Gibney, a member of SOIHADTOSHOOTHIM who was also running the important Rectrix label and mail-order, was joined here by the prolific Maor Appelbaum (Grave in the Sky, Poochaltz and Maurizio Bianchi, to name but a few...) to create a brooding and massive 54 minutes track of dark pitch-black ambient of hypnagogic swirls and industrialized drones. Sometimes subtle, yet mostly haunted and delirious, this is highly recommended if you like Wilt, Murderous Vision, Brighter Death Now, Aidan Baker, Z'ev, Daniel Menche, The Caretaker and John Duncan."

Gulcher release from 2005 featuring Kenny Kawamura, Todd Homer and Larry Copcar

"Human Quena Orchestra first took shape as a solo project from Ryan Unks, who had previously played guitar in the final lineup of the Pittsburgh metal band Creation Is Crucifixion. After moving from CIC, Unks began to work on a new project that would incorporate elements of black metal, crushing drone music, extreme psychotropic noise and psychedelic/krautrock influences into a sound that would be much heavier any of his previous projects. The first album from Human Quena Orchestra was released in 2007 on Daft Alliance; Means Without Ends was a disturbing, introspective slab of blackened industrial doom that stood out in stark contrast from the rest of the slow n' low extreme doom scene, utilizing layers of harsh textured distortion and electronics to create a caustic form of monstrous doom that shared as much of industrial music's cold, machine-like aesthetic as it did the ultra-slow riffage of the most extreme variants of doom metal. At the same time that the bands debut was taking shape, Unks was joined by another former member of Creation Is Crucifixion, Nathan Berlinguette (who was also a member of the dark ambient project M.Kourie and the deathdrone duo 5/5/2000). With the addition of Berlinguette's skilled application of dark ambience and expansive soundscapes, Human Quena Orchestra began to move into even more textured territory which has culminated with the second HQO full-length, The Politics of the Irredeemable, a series of apocalyptic visions and epiphanies of endtime realization, prophetic screeds that look to a future rendered pustulent and war-stricken by the failed machinations of the human race, presented as six chapters that enter your consciousness through a delivery system of extreme industrial dread. The Politics of the Irredeemable is crushing and oppressive, a crawl through abstract fields of low-end sound that move from punishing blasts of ultra-heavy machine-doom and earth-shaking tectonic riffs, to thick fogs of black electronic ambience that shimmer with subsonic pulses and celestial drones, the presence of malevolent electricity crackling in the air around the lumbering, nightmarish electro-sludge monstrosity of the Human Quena Orchestra. And at the same time, there are passages of immense beauty on this album that lurk at the peripheries of HQO's malevolent crush; the track "Aspirations" for instance, where pummeling slow-motion industrial percussions grinds in an infinite loop beneath a swirling nightsky of kosmiche synthesizers and heavenly, blissed-out ambience, the drums becoming like distant mortar blasts heard over the horizon as terrified screams ring out and stars fall dead from the skies. This is seriously apocalyptic deathmachine grind ambience. "

2003 Emperor Jones release

broken jewel case cover

"music of Ergo Phizmiz and remix music from Irene Moon. Just who is Ergo Phizmiz? Have a look at his site and see for yourself� He likes cows, curries and peas. Music for those that know better."

Estrus release from 1994

"James Plotkin began his musical career as the guitarist for metal band OLD with vocalist Alan Dubin. The two would cross paths again under the guise of Khanate. In the interim Plotkin would become involved in projects ranging from guitar bent soundscape and grind to free improvisation. His body of work spans format and label, recording for Avant, Hydra Head, Asphodel, Earache, Southern Lord and Archive among others. Whether writing, performing, or producing, his output has been invariably unique and extreme. Kurtlanmak/Damascus is no exception. Recorded live in New York and Buenos Aires respectively the tracks show a side of James Plotkin rarely seen. That of the solo artist. Plotkin utilizes two distinct setups for each performance and channels the sound of acoustic instrumentation through the hum of electronic sorcery. Released on Utech Records [022] as Kurtlanmak in the fall of last year, the limited cdr was sold at dates on the Khanate "It's Cold When Birds Fall From the Sky" tour. The music on this edition has been remastered and the packaging expanded. “Damascus” is added here as a bonus track and is previously unreleased. "

release from 1996 on Tag Records

"The latest release from Norway's hungriest noise composers is comparatively a more subdued affair, and it is much more subtle than its boisterous title would have one to believe. John Hegre and Lasse Marhaug present a noteworthy combination of heavily controlled guitar feedback and studio treatments characterize the work as a whole, but each piece is very different from the next.

Opener "God Damn This Ugly Sound" is less an exercise in composition and more in locating, as it is a six-minute excerpt from a medical record documenting the sounds of various diseases. The rest isn't as obtuse, as it segues nicely into the looping guitar feedback and shrill squeal of "Blues for Sterling Hayden," which could easily be an exercise in sheer noise blast, but is instead a carefully controlled track that demonstrates just how subtle the duo can be, even under such 'extreme' conditions. Structurally similar is "A Bucket of Mayo," which is built out of feedback fragments and the warm crunch of vinyl surface noise.

Marhaug can't help but show his noise chops he has honed in his solo career, and "Not Half Bad to the Bone" demonstrates his penchant for explosive bassy blasts, yet lurking under the crunch are some subtle, melodic tones that the average band wouldn't have bothered with. The ending series of false starts from a live band is a nice touch as well. "Tentacles of Broken Teeth" is somewhat reminiscent of Marhaug's recent collaboration with Nils Henrik Asheim on Touch, all massive, cavernous reverbs and expansive metallic drones, but here a bit more harsh and distortion oriented.

The centerpieces of the disc are the two massive lengths tracks—the aforementioned "Blues for Sterling Hayden" and the title track—the latter being a more controlled affair of synth tones feedback, and even a bit of dark ambience. The long tracks especially show this duo's flair for creating beautifully structured chaos.

Balls the Size of Texas, Liver the Size of Brazil cannot neatly be labeled as a 'noise' work, but it certainly has the elements that fans of Marhaug's solo work will enjoy, but enough compositional and structural elements that anyone who understands the appeal of esoteric music would love as well." -- Brainwashed.com

"this disc is a landmark collaboration of two small doses favorites. jenks miller, perhaps best known for his work under the horseback moniker and nicholas szczepanik come together for an incredible recording that runs the gamut between lilting, minimal drones to dark, dense harsh soundscapes. the discs closer, cranberry sauce, was featured on the most recent wire tapper compilation from wire magazine."

after both putting in the cdr dues, joe raglani and scenic railroads decided it was time to take it to the pro-pressed level. raglani's 3 ambient compositions and scenic's 4 digital improvisations play excellently off each other creating a disc with a consistent, organic flow. 52 minutes of noise underground's prettier, lusher underbelly. if these dudes were european they'd be getting 1,000 euro guarantees by now. an edition of 500. co-released with raglani's pegasus farms records and printed at the infamous thumbprint press.

exposure & experience continues the path of Joe‘s sonic evolution in a logical manner: by basically snipping all ties to the grounded world of rock and blasting off into the nether regions of improv, experimental, collage, you name it. It‘s really difficult to make blanket comparisons, as Joe+N draws creative inspiration from such a wide range of sources (witness the disparate dedications Joe makes); it‘s probably fair to say that fans of the Dead C., the Flying Luttenbachers, R. Toral, Nurse with Wound, Labradford, Current93 and other artists on the fringes of sound would all find something to adore in here, as long as they weren‘t holding on to such preconceptions too tightly.

"Teenage Hallucination is a compendium of Wiese's initial recordings as a teenager to his seminal early vinyl appearances. From pure analog bedroom havoc to intense cut-up harsh noise blasts, Wiese steadily developed his highly personal and specific style of extreme music while trying to survive the St. Louis experience.

52 tracks in nearly 80 minutes of the best material from his Catwoman 7", split LP with The Haters, split 5" with Panicsville, collaborative tracks with GX Jupitter-Larsen (The Haters) and Corydon Ronnau (Sissy Spacek), and featuring many completely unreleased and unheard tracks of isolated midwest basement obscurity.

Full liner notes by T.Mikawa (Incapacitants/ Hijokaidan) and Seymour Glass (Bananafish). Limited to 1,000 copies."

"A triple solo-split release from three of Scandinavias top noise acts. Spanning from Harsh-Noise by Eriksen, vià heavy industrial drones by Toft, to electronic doom metal by Utarm, this release has been praized by reviewers throughout the world."

"it's hard to believe that this is the first josh lay release to find its way to the compact disc format. fittingly, josh considers this to be his best work to date, and i can't say i disagree. this is a four track, nearly 40 minute meditation on the masks people wear to make their way in the world. elements of black metal, harsh noise, power electronics and dark ambient combine to create a dark, twisted environment built from electronics, guitar, and some of the most gutteral vocals I've heard him spew. the accompanying art was hand-made by the artist. edition of 200 copies packaged in jewel cases with 4-panel inserts and double sided jewel cases."

"According to Indian mythology everything was born and will be born with vibration, sound. What Western civilization calls music, is narrow, nothing but strictly controlled thread in that vibrating area. Other kind of threads have been mastered elsewhere. Inevitably these threads will also face each other and become one. Basic note chimes in blues, raga and mantra. I dreamt of musics and players who can modulate with music, no matter which cultural background they come from � I felt I understood something about the sounds I sometimes heard in the evening just before falling into sleep and in the morning when I woke up."

Keijo Virtanen (Kheta Hotem, Free Players, Rambling Boys) makes his long distance walk into the stream of folk/countryblues continuum. These marvellously rusty and dusty tracks have been cooking with tender flame in Keijo�s mind&soul for a good while: "When I was just a little boy, I used to just lay down under the blanket (just before falling to sleep) randomly switching the channels of our transistor radio. Under the crunches and washes I also found the new pirate radio stations and there, among the speeches came out the echoing, rhythmic, electric guitar music. Eventually under rock music and British pop music I discovered the sounds of the black people of North America. I felt like those deep singing voices and wailing guitars would somehow also belong to this kind of environment, to rural, middle-of-nowhere Finland, surrounded by wildlife and physical work with our own hands and whatever we may get grown from the land.

“A needle in one arm and a bouquet in the other”. This is Kelli Shay's first full-length album. The thirteen tracks here were recorded in 2005 in Chicago with Butchy Fuego of Pit er Pat. Buck Again is not unlike Kelli's live performances in its sparseness, but each song flows into the other with the addition of ambient sounds that weave through an instrumentation consisting of little more than guitar, autoharp, violin, and voice. [Each package is unique-- hand-painted in gold and silkscreened in Nashville, Tennessee at Isle of Printing.] “She sounds like Strawberry Shortcake is coming to get me”.

a great little EP from Kelli Shay Hicks, clocking in at just under 10min. 3 field recordings of Kelli Shay's amazingly delicate, but sharp, songs-- recorded by Jem Cohen in abandonded urban spaces off the hi-ways of upstate New York. "Kelli Hicks is well versed in the timeless. While her minimalist finger picking style, gentle voice, and wry lyrics recall the 'New Americana' movement, she’s not pretending. When you see her play, it becomes clear: This is Kelli Hicks’ music. Nothing else..." -- Chad Oliveiri, City Newspaper. "Kelli Hicks has a voice to break your heart. Her music is haunting and playful… I’m left quietly devastated." -Davey Rothbart, FOUND Magazine. [packaged in a chip-board folder with 2-color silk-screen artwork. co-release with Atone Records] - check out more info on Kelli - www.kellishayhicks.com

"a new album by Dmytro Fedorenko aka KOTRA has a new turn in his sound investigations. The new album actually based on his precise digital noise found- sound we heard in STIR MESH album and Fourfold Symmetry (together with Kim Cascone, Andreas Berthling and Andrey Kiritchenko) project released by NEXSOUND in 2002. DISSILIENT is more improvised, more structural complex, more powerfull and more fascinating."

1998 Kiff EP release (import)

1998 Kiff release (import)

1992 Slash Records release

"Land of Buried Treasure is an experimental noise-rock band consisting of a trio of musicians called Jae Kristoff, Nate Scheible and Mike Wilkenson. They had invited 40 interesting musicians from the area of Cleveland to play with them, both individually and in larger formations, and recorded 70 hours of music with these musicians. Then they proceeded to mix and splice and cut and edited and made a brilliant hour-long piece out of it." -- Rhys Chatham

Lava is an ambient noise duet featuring Bruno Dorella (of OvO/Ronin/etc) and A034. Praying for Oblivion are from Nashville.

German loud/post rock

"Double flamethrower/harsh city crust unit from Los Angeles. Phil Blankenship (The Cherry Point, ex-Lefthandeddecision) John Wiese (solo, Sissy Spacek, Bastard Noise, etc.)"

"sonic dissemination from LA with love. harsh crust from the hearts of Phil Blankenship (the cherry point) & John Wiese (bastard noise & sissy spacek). CDep limited to 1000 copies."

"If Mark Stewart was joining Khanate and Bad Brains were playing black metal, there's a slight chance that a resemblance to what Lietterschpich (Hebrew for Liter of Cum) has achieved with their debut album will arise. This bleak digital-doom-dub shriek is bound to slap the hard-core fans of innovative harsh music.

It doesn't get more extreme than this! Featuring members of Barbara and Grave in the Sky, this is highly recommended if you like Throbbing Gristle, Volt, Stallagh, Menstruation Sisters and White Mice."

This past year, Livesexact extended an open invite to anyone and everyone to dive in and remix a song from their debut CD, Upsetting Remedy. They received mounds of interest, so much so that they put together a full-length CD, Segmented Purity : The Remixes.

Upsetting Remedy is the debut effort of Cambridge, MA‘s Livesexact. The disc offers up twelve tracks of Livesexact‘s un-pigeon-holy strain of electro-punk-dance-pop. With synth sounds that leave the taste of metal in your mouth, beats that whip you into a frenzy of syncopated housework, and lyrics that have you sighing and smirking all at once, Livesexact delivers itself with gusto. For all its member‘s nerdly credentials, the band never loosens its grip on the groove, even on its eerier ballads. And its precise application of samples, ranging from effusive realtors to pop culture cartoons to throbbing kechak chants, creates an ambiance that each song inhabits with ease and grace, like a break-dancer on a parquet floor. One by one the tracks accrete into a vision of a world where things are sorely amiss, but if we let the music pry our minds open, and shake our booties loose, then we begin to change the situation. With full-on dancing at this revolution, Upsetting Remedy cures what ails. - F. Baird, Stupid and Clever Music

electro-dance madness from 2 computer nerds. Lotus is Mat Rademan (runs Breathmint) and MP Lockwood (aka RadioShock). co-released with Breathmint, Ren, Audiobot, Human Conduct, Little Mafia, Ignivomous, Roger Records, SNSE, Sunship and Yelpco.

remixes of Low songs by Porter Ricks, Dj Vadim, Neotropic, Jimmy Somerville and more

More Cartoon Jazz! From the happy casio melody of the opening cut to the rain-drenched final fadeout, this collection gently carries a bittersweet undercurrent to your heart. Lowbelly has become more focused while keeping a healthy stylistic mix. Included are several new jazz and electronic songs, final 16-track versions of the rock legacy, and tributes to Yes and Henry Mancini.

Lunt gained the reputation for being a sound sculptor, wrapped up in his autistic sound researches, testing the sound material to its ultimate limit, also knowing how to sublimate the sadness in his most narrative compositions. After a first album mixing folk/rock songs and ambient/noisy experimentations, Lunt aka Gilles DELES has multiplied musical investigations.Sometimes producer for Melatonine, or for Angil�s future album, Lunt recently tried his skill at playing electro-organic music in the split album together with Virga. But improvisation remains the field where he is the most prolific. �Broken Words and Lost Answers � is part of this search for new languages, created in urgency, on the spur of the moment.

2003 Collectible Escalators release

2003 .01% Records release

An introduction to the ChaoRin signature NY "TAAARD-CORE" Style. Comedy/BreakCore/Speedbass tracks by ChaoRin recording artists Dr. Klahn, Dj Wopner, Adam Chao and more representing Madame Chao Productions collected efforts from fall to winter of 2001.

Matthew welch and Craig Colorusso on alto saxophone and guitar respectively. droney swells.

2001 full-length release on Crank Automotive

slow and heavy, kinda like Codeine

on Airborne Virus and (Records)

1998 Asphodel release

"Yeah, this was supposed to come out ages ago, but a variety of impediments stalled it's release until now. The Crucial Blast release of Mer Morte is finally freakin' out, though, and I gotta say, it looks and sounds just as great as the previous Monarch collection on C-Blast, Dead Men Tell No Tales. If you've been following Crucial Blast for a while, you probably already know all about Monarch, the extreme slow-motion sludge/doom band from France who plays so slow, so glacially, that Decibel said in their review of Mer Morte that "even at their fastest, Monarch! sound dead". They ain't kiddin'. Monarch's previous releases pushed the envelope on just how slow and miserable and anguished one band can sound, but here their crawling black drones and tectonic doom rumble seems to actually be decaying. If you're looking for some big, fat riffs to bite into, this isn't the place to look. Like our previous Monarch release Dead Men Tell No Tales, Mer Morte is a reissue of a vinyl release that came out on the Spanish label Throne Records, this one from back in 2008. The Lp featured the monolithic track "Mer Morte" split into two halves across the two sides of vinyl; now, most Monarch fans find it pretty hard to not lust after their vinyl releases, which are all beautifully packaged and always super-limited, but it's also cool to hear the song uninterrupted, to hear it unfurl it's rotting black wings in it's entirety without pause, which is why we wanted to make this available on disc. And it's truly gargantuan sounding on this re-issue. �Mer Morte� is a single unbroken thirty-four minute sludge-and-feedback feast that sprawls out even further into the dismal black void that these French doom junkies have been lurking in for the past six years. As with previous releases, Monarch move through massive blackened tar pits of low-end riff and sheets of gluey feedback that are stretched out into monolithic slabs of sound across "Mer Morte", a grim, glacial ultra-doom monolith that crawls at a saurian sub-tempo. It's the most droning, static, deathly doomdrone that Monarch have so far released, not really that propulsive, certainly very little of anything that you could call a "groove", but instead just floating, decaying and corrupted, massive rumbling crush hovering in a sea of yawning blackness. And vocalist Emilie sounds as gaunt and ghostly as ever, her vocalizations materializing across the spatial doomscape as distant ululating wails, breathy whispers, and putrid death shrieks, at times disappearing almost completely into the black fug for minutes at a time, or lurking as a hushed lullaby whisper way off on the edges of the crushing subterranean thrum. At the same time, this disc captures the band at their most formless and distended, with long sections of droning buzz where the band collapses into waves of pure amp-rumble and minimalist percussion, smoldering black clouds of ghostly cooing vocals and howling feedback drone, and eerie tectonic melodies...definitely one of their most extreme and dismal slabs of doom yet, more ambient drone than doom really, but still completely CRUSHING. And once again, we've worked with the artisan printers at Stumptown Printers to create the packaging for this Monarch disc, presenting Mer Morte in a black offset-printed jacket with gold metallic printing and more artwork from Monarch's Michell. Might have taken awhile, but the wait was worth it!"

1995 MoWax release

"This split CD brings together two artists with varied approaches to noise and abstraction that combine to form a complex vision of the possibilities of sound. Monolith Zero’s world brings to mind dimly lit interiors, where small buzzes on the threshold of audibility threaten to erupt at any moment and the tiniest strands of sound carry an almost unbearable tension. Small movements carry great weight inside this space, where raw electricity is guided, channeled, and shaped, but never tamed. Monolith Zero’s terse economy is at times reminiscent of Japanese masters like Ryoji Ikeda and Toshimaru Nakamura, but this music develops according to its own unpredictable rhythm, with extreme dynamic shifts lurking around the corner. The music of Never Presence Forever is above all immersive. These wavering drones fused with fits of distortion suggest tortured conflict and cry out for volume. Reference points like Merzbow (whom Never Presence Forever has remixed) and Megaptera place these dark ambient/death industrial pieces in a realm where the everyday sounds of technology (the transformer hum in a vacant lot littered with refuse, a blast furnace echoing in a concrete stairwell) express ominous atmospheres. The tracks flow one into the next forming a coherent 20-minute piece that ranges from quiet, meditative low-end tones to shrieking metallic scrapes.[MR] First pressing of 1,000 copies"

on Gender-less Kibbutz records

their best recording yet. 6 songs of pop/rock magic. great song writing, great feeling. "i listened to that fucking thing about 50 times on the drive from NYC to Norfolk. i am totally astounded by this one, man. i can‘t figure out why they‘re so damned great at writing pop songs. every single song on there is totally amazing in its own way."

"Dax Blackwood, Sam Browne, Dinsdale Jiminez, Chris Powell, Chris R. Mostly recorded at Truckstop Audio, Chicago by Blue Hawaii, June 12-19 2000. Mastered by Joe Kraus at Masterworks, Philadelphia."

"Riding atop the recent wave of black metal/noise hybrids who combine the bleak frosty riffs and blackened ferocity of underground BM with blown-out and corrosive strains of industrial noise (see also WOLD, Emit, Grief No Absolution, Enbilulugugal, Vargr), the Australian one-man band Nekrasov has so far made a substantial mark in the realm of extremist necro-racket with a series of limited edition, brutally abrasive albums (Cognition Of Splendid Oblivion, The Form Of Thought From Beast, etc) that have mostly been self-released, save for some recent offerings on labels like Siege Of Power and Chrome Leaf. Early on, Nekrasov's sound was steeped in caustic noise, a blazing industrialized black metal assault that was doused in heavy levels of irradiated distortion and Merzbowian skree. But more recently, it's mutated into less metallic regions, alternating the hyperblast black metal with forays into crushing, demonic wall-noise and blasted ambience. Now, Nekrasov is back with a new full length (the first for Crucial Blast), and it's the most advanced slab of their blacknoize terror that we've heard so far. An octagonal prism of isolationist drone, flesh-rending mechanical black metal, abstract otherworldly beauty, claustrophobic industrial dread, and the most violent, suffocating strains of harsh noise, Extinction is pure cyclonic contempt for humanity. The eight-song disc combines hyperspeed cybernetic blastscapes and bleak black metal riffage, the tracks often revealing snarled minor key melodies that are buried deep beneath blizzard blasts of machinegun drum machines, the drums veering through nerve-fraying rhythmic shifts, and acidic croaks bathed in black hiss. Triumphant frost-bitten riffs scream out of maelstroms of violent distortion, and Choral voices soar through a cyclone of helicoptering blastbeats and sheets of blown-out, ultra distorted drone, streaked with bits of gorgeous vibraphone-like melody, somber Hammond-like organ drones and looped synth, sometimes breaking off into grinding slo-motion industrial throb or swirling kosimiche drift. The tracks on Extinction go back and forth between the noisier, more industrial like material and overt black metal, though the two sides of Nekrasov's sound are always present together. When the sound does move into pure noise, it's either vast fields of minimal ambient drift, metallic clank and distant percussive sounds, utterly bleak Lustmordian soundscapes, or crushing, almost HNW-style slabs of molten noise, scouring waves of hellish skree and crushing slow-motion tidal surges of jet-black sonic syrup flecked with dubbed-out blasts of tectonic crush and electronic glitches that ripple across the void. Closing the album, the title track descends even further into black industrial crush, a monstrous, almost seventeen-minute long sprawl of plodding, simple drum pound echoing within a slowly swirling fog of distorted fx, churning, billowing black ambience, buried black buzz, an endless whirlpool of blown-out synthesizers and the immense black breath of leviathan lungs heaving deep below the surface. Like everything else from Nekrasov, this album is loaded with blasting inhuman drumming and ferocious riffing that form into noise-drenched trance-scapes of bestial industrial BM, but the attention to texture and sound sculpture elevates this above most mechanized black metal projects, with immersive layers of electronic sound, creative stereo panning techniques, and other production tricks that create a harsh, alien atmosphere that is pretty unique to Nekrasov's sound. This is a scorching new chapter from one of our favorite bands out there right now fusing black metal and noise. The cd version comes packaged in a full color six-panel digipack."

2001 London release

contains Smells Like Teen Spirit, Even in His Youth and Aneurysm

Where Come From? And Where To? features the aforementioned cut off of his North American debut disc, Mushi no-ne, and two generous remixes: Hrvatski locks No.9 into a galactic rub and dub mix of typically high quality tom foolery and Chicago producer/musician Bundy K. Brown (Directions in Music, Pullman) gives Where come From? his usually high caliber surgical treatment with an extended, post glitch minimal makeover.18 minute EP

"O Nod O Moon captures Nod at a rejuvenation point in their storied career as indie-rock castaways. Like a splash of fresh water on your face after working a long, hot, irritating day, Nod delivers you to a forgotten freedom. Lyrical themes on O Nod O Moon include a wide range of subject matter, including work theft, the moon, divorce, money problems, and love. Keeping with Nod tradition, the recordings here vary from plush and polished studio recordings ("Syddy", "Feeling Kinda Pouty") to the bare, first take, mumbling of pretty song ideas ("Old Man Waiting for You"). Fans of Nod will love this release for it's twisted blues, off-kilter tunings, and slippery pop melodies. New fans, many of whom were not yet born when Nod first formed on the beaches of Lake Ontario in 1990, should prepare for aural initiation. This is pure Nod."

Nod‘s sophomore SLR effort, 1999‘s Radio Giddy-up, was an even more realized batch of too-tremoloed post-garage goo, whose undulating grooves resemble early Talking Heads in that you simply can‘t believe folks this white manage to get this funky. The dry as bones production magnifies the crisp snare snaps, cymbal static, crusty guitar grease, and the rubber band-est bass this side of Bootsy. Moments like the single-string Verlaine-on-‘ludes riffage of Love Is On Fire, the infectious gang vocal coda of For Me For, the vaccum-sealed unison stutters of New One, and the Beefheartian bramble of Beefy, make the best case for the the band‘s uncanny knack for assimilating and expanding on what‘s come before. Getting the trad. stuff right (and using the right trad. stuff), yet also adding to the vocabulary in ways only an inspired misappropriation can

Nod‘s inaugural SLR release, 1998‘s Magnetic Anomoly, got the proverbial ball rolling by making a severe break with the Stooges-on-‘shrooms aesthetic of their earlier, self-released albums and singles. Suddenly leaner and limber, the group warps its way through a bluesy bongwater-bath whose highlights include the greasy squeaks of Prescription Bottle. The title track‘s handclaps and disco hi-hats, and the Stonesy crescendoes of Alba Kirky.

Levitating somewhere just above lo-fi, Good Night Sleep surfs easily from genre to genre, with the requisite charm of intact first-take stumblings. The opening track, Old Hotel, is dreamy and groovy pop, with spacey, doubled vocals and overdriven yet mild mannered guitars. The strange folk of Walk the Little Man has Scrappy Joe singing: You are my baby/and I love you/but you�re crazy/So am I/Poke each other in the eye, in his hypnotic fairy tale-teller voice. Drunken dub debauches collide with fuzzed, electric Fahey fingerings across a skifflesque shuffle - all in a day�s work for one of the only working rock groups with a truly original sound.

after 3 full length CDs for Steve Shelly's Smells Like Records, Nod are taking it back, self recording and releasing this gem of a record.  And Nod is now back to being a four piece, including Scrappy Joe (G+V), Tim Poland (B), Brian Shafer (D) and the newest member, Chris Schepp (K).

"Since 1990, Nod has been releasing music which runs the gamut from experimental to conventional yet always wonderfully astray... The Nod muse is a many-hued beast — simultaneously funky, crushing, and just plain spaced out. There is a Shaggs-like innocence in their execution, which shouldn't be mistaken for indifference; precious few rock units become as intimate with their sound as Nod does with their creepy as all get-out caucasoid funk, which swings like Lynfield Pioneers fronted by Drungo LaRue Hazewood. "

"The first real release from the Japanese glitch/shred duo Noism, following their appearance on the Relapse compilation Drummachinegun and a series of demos. Formed by guitarist Yoshiro Hamazaki and programmer Tomoyuki Akiyama in 1999 in Tokyo, Noism focuses on ridiculously complex and spastic death/grind instrumentals using programmed drums that are cut up and spliced back together into impossible rhythms, a million brain-melting riffs and dissonant shredding, all of which is chopped up and processed into abstract death blasts that defy physics. This twelve-song, twenty-one minute disc features a unique, glitched-out chop shop of Planet Mu-style beats delivered at truly meth'd levels of chaos fused with sweeping technical death metal. Insane. Highly recommended for fans of extreme, way-out avant-guitar spazz and absurdly technical deathgrind. "

"Swe. Next dashing dark ambient album from Objekt4 "Her Face Among the Shadows" including new never released 4 bonus songs" Each track starts with gently undulating tones, building on that base and adding swirling mists of sound and menacing atmosphere that ultimately increases in anxiety. Dark horror, thriller soundtrack andcombination of menacing atmosphere...drones build before crashing beast and heavy bass. Rhytmic and frame-chaotic and desperate trip to other side of light!"

"This CD sees Origami Replika (a now defunct part of the ever changing Origami cultural collective/phenomenon) made up by three of Norway's most diehard noiseheads -- Lasse Marhaug, Tore H. Bøe, and Mads Staff Jensen. Recorded in 1997, this effort is entirely based on sound sources from the back catalogue of Merzbow. With no back-bending, knee-scraping humility, and with a pure love for all source sounds, Origami Replika have shaped classic Merzbow sound into all-new compositions. These are innovative and highly potent re-workings of the harsh soundwaves, recommended to all those who still have a healthy addiction to the Merzbow sounds of yesterday. Thick and meaty, the blasts emanating from the speakers is filled with lusty, fetishized, organic heavy noise and experimental Dadaism, ready to be devoured by the faithful disciples. Originally planned for release on another label, and now finally unleashed on Segerhuva, this is a CD that has been tried and tested over and over again. These recordings, created almost a decade ago, have been remastered by Lasse Marhaug, and it is safe to say that this CD has stood the test of TIME. After nine years, it sounds remarkable -- a solid chunk of the classic, living breathing Noise Object that some call religion. Bottom line -- the NOISE FETISH is still very much alive and well. This time it comes from a somewhat unexpected source. Indulge!"

Freedom From release

"Call it some kind of dark providence, but back in early 2008 I had three different people all hit me up in the same week to tell me that we really needed to put out a US release of the new album from Overmars. I was already a fan of the French band's 2005 CD/DVD set Affliction, Endocrine...Vertigo, which reminded me of a mix of Neurosis-style slow-motion power and elements of Swans-inspired industrial rock, prog, classic old-school doom, goth rock, black metal, and the more adventurous end of the metalcore field a la Starkweather and Integrity (the former of which actually has a forthcoming split with Overmars on the horizon...), so I already wanted to hear their follow-up, which at the time had only been released in France on Appease Me, the label run by one of the guys from avant-black metallers Blut Aus Nord. After all of the raves I was hearing and the impassioned please to release the album in the US through C-Blast, I finally got in touch with the band and prepared myself for some major heaviness. But when I finally got my hands on a copy and listened to it for the first time, I was floored - that towering black/sludge/industrial/goth sound was there in full effect, but their sound was more oppressive and bleak and epic than ever before, and captured this in a single monolithic song that was almost forty minutes long. Born Again immediately became one of my fave releases of last year, a fucking devestating piece of music that documents the band evolving even further from the simplistic Isis/Neurosis comparisons that have dogged their previous releases. The album descends deep into themes of self-immolation, horror, and rebirth, and becomes a harrowing narrative as it moves through a series of different musical moods. Overmars had already established their atmospheric, electronically-tainted sludge-metal sound on their excellent 2005 album Affliction, Endocrine...Vertigo and all of the previous splits with Donefor, Iscariote, Fug�e and Icos, but Born Again is something new from the band; this forty-minute epic moves from pulverizing industrial dirge blanketed with heavily textured layers of processed guitar and fearsome gutteral roars intermixed with captivating female vocals, to passages of haunting dark ambience and bottom-heavy churn, and a magesterial finale that stretches gloom-ridden moody riffage, vaporous electronics and dramatic male/female singing across the song's final fifteen minutes, a tense, slow buildup that erupts into an earth-shaking crescendo of super heavy riffage. Immensely bleak and heavy, Born Again brings together elements of Godflesh's industrial pummel, black metal, tribal dirge , the violent nihilism of Swans, doomy death metal, and even some black strains of psychedelia into a monumental metallic black hole . Like I said, I really loved their last album Affliction, which I thought was an interesting variation on the Neurosis/psychedelic sludge sound with its heavy use of electronics, and if you liked that album as much as I did, I'm pretty sure that you'll be blown away by this darker new form that the band has taken. This Crucial Blast release of Born Again features a distinctly different album design than the original version on Appease Me, and is also packaged in a four-panel digipack (where the Appease Me release came in a standard jewel case)."

41+ minutes of minimal surroundings constructed by Karl Midholm from Sweden. this is really great low-end drone / machine noise works.

re-mastered compact disc reissue of the out of print vinyl LP originally released in 1996...full on twin guitar wrangling meets collapsing cracked kit for fuzz busting forty five minutes...relentless riff stomping draped through a weave of blaktinson...

"Commuting Between the Surface & the Underworld continues Peeesseye’s pattern of ignoring virtually all patterns but those that spring forth from the swarm of earthquakes in their collective brain. Recorded following an unamplified tour of US noise venues with groups including Nautical Almanac, Life Partners, and Sharks With Wings, this record brings vocals, a more pronounced rhythmic pulse and piles of acoustic instruments to the foreground alongside the waves of electronic density that have characterized past releases. Guests on Commuting Between the Surface & the Underworld include three frequent collaborators of Peeesseye: Clare Cooper, the Australian harpist who adds pedal harp and guzheng (Chinese harp) to two tracks; trumpeter Nate Wooley, who adds brass on “Distant Mud;” and the reclusive conceptualist Shawn Edward Hansen, who provides additional percussion and vocals to two tracks. The resulting record is a perverse twist on spaced rock and post-noise ritual - mayhem in the mansion, shivers in the shack."

"a document of Pengo‘s 5th live performance ... The performance consisted of a live musical accompaniment to the first 31 minutes of Alejandro Jodorowsky‘s film The Holy Mountain. The first 31 minutes of The Holy Mountain are without dialog. This is the section of the film they chose to play along with. This portion of the film is also considerably less linear then the rest of the film. This perfectly suited Pengo‘s music making aesthetic. The only thing constant is continual change. There are recurring symbols in the film that pass by so fast that they are almost subliminal to the viewer."