DAIN DALLER – ‘Tirehouse Tapes Vol.1’ C48 $6(US)/$7(Can/Mex)/$9(World)
Dain Daller was part of the Chicago based electro-acoustic group Tiny Music, who have released a few great cassettes of epic machine music on Notice Recordings and Nihilist Records, as well as a few self released full length smokers. These days Dain has been keeping himself busy out in the desert of rural New Mexico, building a house out of recycled automobile tires. He is hunched over in full-on solo mode here, playing remarkable non-music seemingly without any instruments at all. Snippets of crackling vinyl and magnetic tape, bits of radio static, air compressors or whatever else got dragged in from the tool shed. Occasionally rhythmic, but proudly abrasive and atonal, perhaps a hint of garden hose or running motors? Seven sprawling serenades span these sides yielding a skewed sense of plunder-phonic/concrete structures carefully piled and stacked, resulting in a remarkably engaging narrative of squealing shortwave and relentlessly skipping 78’s. Desert dweller creak-howls, from a whisper to a roar. Dank opaque olive-green shell cassette comes beautifully packaged with full color labels and matching double sided full color wrap around U-card featuring photography of the actual Tirehouse shot by D.D. himself, and a stamped b/w photo insert printed on recycled sand colored art paper. Dry heat. Edition of 50 cassettes
DAVID CINTRON – ‘No On’ CDr $8(US)/$10(Can/Mex)/$12(World)
After being plagued by a series of unfortunate production errors, we are proud as punch to finally make these inspired sessions available to the people. Cracked crystal gazing and ritual smoke meditations for fried synapses. Cleveland based artist/ musician David Cintron has been steadily delivering solid chunks of skewed sonics for many years, most recently as a member of avant-rock units Terminal Lovers and Scarcity of Tanks. Here Cintron slowly stretches out and delivers two massive tracks of solo drift. These graceful recordings build wave upon wave of ethereal synth wash and grand sweeping drones with clanking metal, spidery guitar tones and heavenly rotations of light, eventually swelling in slow motion to fill the enormous vacuum of outer orbit. 41 minutes of bright and pristine air-filled sound. Professionally duplicated full color compact disc comes beautifully packaged in a full color printed UV gloss finish digi-pack with all artwork and layout by David himself. Patiently shifting compositions of raw ambient shimmer. Edition of 100 discs.
FLESH COFFIN – ‘The Beast Won’t Go To Sleep’ C30 $6(US)/$7(Can/Mex)/$9(World)
Another deeply distressing session of abrasive scrape and rumble from Andreas Brandal of Bergen, Norway. What he presents here as “The Beast…” is a powerful addition to an already impressive canon. Boku bad dream vibes. Four tracks of harsh and destroyed sound that keep both feet planted firmly on the extreme side of the line. Obviously a document of deep catharsis, but through pain comes clarity. These recordings catch Flesh Coffin wallowing in a razor sharp sea of blown out junk and gigantic static assaults accompanied by strange creaking friction and strangled synth swan songs. Demon bells and blood gongs warped and bent. Grinding cut-ups flash quickly in front of your eyes as the walls crumble around you and the curtains catch fire. Fleeting mellow tones appear to briefly calm the beast, but the hate inevitably returns, spewing putrid air that will scorch your esophagus. Machete is dragged ferociously, shooting sparks and slicing walls. Real time duplicated orange shell cassette comes with lacquer-sealed black and white labels and packaged with matching double sided foldout cardstock J-card in a clear Norelco case. Like a trash compactor. Edition of 33 cassettes.
THE HERMETIC TRIO s/t C24 $6(US)/$7(Can/Mex)/$9(World)
Massive steel vessels reverberate and rumble as splintered reeds puncture ear drums. The Hermetic Trio consists of Bill Doob (of Karamazov Tapes, Weird Mix), Jefferson Zurna (The Alters, 3 Moons), and a mysterious third member known only as “Adam”. Crude and inspired improvisations recorded in an underground cavern, deep beneath Providence, Rhode Island. Huge and abrasive weeping tones ooze out of the dueling reeds in a fierce open ended battle of zurna vs. clarinet, while rhythmic room tone pounding and stomping hammers it all home. Obtuse, and all the better for it. Both of these two side long tracks are equal parts field recording and sporadic composition. Real time duplicated clear shell cassette with black lacquer-sealed labels comes packaged with a full color double sided fold out cardstock J-card featuring a shadowy original photograph by Jefferson himself, shot in the deep subterranean location. Jingling, bleeding freaks and non-jazz freedom for the socially retarded. Edition of 50 cassettes.
KIMMIE DIX & THE DOOMIES s/t C30 $6(US)/$7(Can/Mex)/$9(World)
Really raw and twisted basement lounge vibe on this puppy. Kenneth Gerard Painter Jr. is one third of Lord Bird Golden Cobra, notorius yinzer no-good-nicks and purveyours of high volume sonic cream corn. Here Kenneth shares a singularly skewed vision with his carefully chosen tribe of friends and family. This is like vomiting paint. Anti-everything / anti-nothing. Deeply strange collection of low-fi daddy/daughter noise, live action feedback squalls, pow-wow drum scuzz sessions, unintelligible child-speak jumbled jibberish and breathy air organ huff and puff skuffers. Presented exactly as requested by the artist. Real time duplicated black shell cassette in a clear Norelco case comes with bright green printed labels and insert. Packaged with hand-numbered purple art paper J-card featuring a really weird photo of a microscopic baby seahorse provided by Kenneth himself. 95% guaranteed to induce bewilderment and confusion in all unsuspecting squares. Edition of 33 cassettes.
MOLE HOLE – ‘Wedge’ VHS $10(US)/$11(Can/Mex)/$15(World)
Spleen ruptures slowly. Another all analog audio/visual document of a casual balls-deep spelunk into the semi-stinky cavern of the not quite tangible Mr. Mole Hole. 17 minimal minutes of electro-acoustic noise blather and flicker-fade flashes of pointless light movement. Avoid eye contact at all costs. Three blurry layers of 8mm and 16mm look-sees slowly soaking into themselves. Audio was recorded by John Marks (of Art of This, Lighted) live in a sparsely attended and dimly lit basement gig in Iowa City on August 11th 2011. Audio set up: WAVETEK waveform signal generator, two P3 P5012 Extended Play Telephone Recorders, prepared magnetic tape loops, one contact peizo-transducer microphone, Zildgan Custom ride cymbal, dark blue speckled enamel-ware plate, EHX HolyStain, RV3 Digital Delay, Big Muff, Mackie mixer, Peavey amp, Realistic stereo reverb unit, Silvertone practice amp and Warfendale 12” PA speakers. Visuals recorded live directly to tape via VHS camcorder at Sounds HQ in Lake City, MN on October 6th 2011. Visual set up: Singer Instaload 16, Anscovision Memory Master 2, and MontgomeryWard 807 duo, each projecting its own respective layer of full color looped goop to soak your cerebellum in. True to form. Deeply murky, endlessly repeating and purely circular. Real-time duplicated green shell VHS tape with black and white spine and face labels comes packaged in a clear plastic snap case with stamped and hand numbered green art-paper sleeve and info inside. Welcome to Mud town. Edition of 50 videos.
SAM GAS CAN & The Charter Communications Defamation League – ‘Life on Earth is Pure and Golden, Life on Earth is Hell on Earth’ C24 $6(US)/$7.5(Can/Mex)/$9(World)
If you are afraid of sounds that sound like sounds, please go home. Packing a respectable ten songs into 24 minutes, Mass-hole underground beatnik Sam Gas Can returns with a series of blown sessions ranging broadly from pseudo-techno bedroom lounge vibes to lonely and depressive acoustic murder ballads. Essential groove organ cookers via vintage keyboard tones sauced with a subdued but consistent sense of bummer lyricism and steadily skewed vox delivery. Hollering against howling winds, calling out into the future of the outsider-pop wasteland. Features several undeniable instant classics. Schmaltzy sleeper groove ballad drooler “Night Moves” will soften the hardest of hearts and the completely over the top “No One To Watch Over Me” hits a homer as a Vegas nightclub closer including a full on dubbed up orchestra climax. Dang. Pipe dream radio. Real time duplicated clear shell cassette with bright yellow printed labels comes packaged with a double-sided full color card stock J-card featuring an evocative back-of-the-head self-portrait photo shot by Sam himself and a Horoscope xerox insert. Sleep if you will, suckers. Edition of 50 cassettes.
THREE WALLS – ‘Radio One b/w Radio Two’ C60 $6(US)/$8(Can/Mex)/$9(World)
Doozie pair of sessions here. Three Walls is a collaborative duo project between Jefferson Zurna (3 Moons, Hermetic Trio, The Alters) and Graham Baldwin (Bloodwall, Visitor, Theives) laying down pulsing static and noxious fumes. Released collaboratively with 2208 tapes, these slabs of long form abstract improv are like a heavily medicated walkie-talkie party packed into a small dark closet. Wave after wave of reeking weatherband gurgle and the soft luminescence of liquid slowly evaporating into invisible vapor. Real time duplicated cassette made available in two versions, both packaged with a double sided hand numbered card stock J-card featuring the iconic Three Walls parallelogram logo on a stark bright white field. 20 copies available as opaque white shell C62 cassettes, 20 copies available as translucent red shell C60 cassettes. Both editions come with matching black and white labels in a clear Norelco case. Ideal accompaniment for attempted loss of consciousness or a nonchalant trudge through knee deep molasses. Edition of 40 cassettes.