Heligator

Make-Overs EP
Make-Overs EP COVER frontPretoria, South Africa’s psych-punk two-piece were kind enough to donate an EP’s worth of material to Heligator. And what an EP it is. These four tracks seethe with a sense of dread and dissatisfaction, writhing in vitriol and righteous indignation. They are also big, bombastic rock songs that sound as if they were coming up through the cement from a sweaty basement show. Make-Overs recreate this kind of adjacent intensity, moth-to-flame draw by keeping the mix somewhere in between fidelities. This is the kind of punk I knew was happening somewhere in South Africa when I traveled through there. Make-Overs lay it on thick with a minimalist approach to rhythm and melody, piling on tons of reverb and a spooked vocals creating an irresistible mix of punk, blues and kraut-inspired psych for international consumption. As this is Heligator’s first international release, it is fitting that it comes from Pretoria, South Africa. Pretoria’s close proximity to the refugee camp in Swaziland brings it all back home a bit. All proceeds from your purchase directly to the continued maintence and existence of the Malindza Refugee Camp library in Mpaka, Swaziland.

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Mantile

Mantile #027 – Culver – ‘Prophecy Of The Black Spider’ CS £5
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Mantile #026 – Stephen Cornford – ‘SWF’ CS £5
Unprocessed stereo recordings of shortwave interference. #foundhnw


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Seth Kasselman – ‘Mmediate Rolls (for clarinet)’ [Review]

sethart (2)Seth Kasselman must see something in me. Or maybe he’s never read the hapless, impressionistic blathering of this website. Whatever the case, the two long-form pieces of his ‘Mmediate Rolls (for clarinet)’ C30 stand to stifle whatever oxygen-rich air I might have transcribed to a review. First – and I know this for fact – this has nothing to do with the syncretic, endeavoring, and totally comprehensible (to me) post-rock of his California band Warm Climate. Rather, as he explains it, this pair of avant-improvisations rely on “chance operations,” which, taken out of the context of Noise, seems to mean a lot more than “doing shit that sounds good?” (the question mark is audible in that statement). But since it is one man, one “song” (done twice, natch), one stream of thoughts transduced to the reedy dribble of a clarinet, I suppose I should at least try to throw my body in front of it and say something. ‘Theme’ is important here, as it takes the phrasings as consecutive and on the same plain, demonstrating if nothing else that these two pieces share a kernel of a node from which, by deliberate chance, they quickly depart. It seems the soloist is inclined toward quotations as phrasings – I couldn’t say of what, but I’ve heard some of these patterns before. However, these quotations are not stated in the vernacular of either the original, or an offshoot of the original, as I am familiar with quotation; rather, the quotations – and to me this is the major contribution of this tape – the quotations are stated with a sort of brain damage. We get slurs and stutters, “verbal” tics, conniptions, and repetitions. The way these themes unravel, it’s not homage, but it’s not satire either. It means what it is saying. It’s queer, in the truest sense of the word. Pro-pressed in an edition of 200.

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Watery Starve

Benjamin Finger – ‘The Bet’ LP
Sometimes you find a secret door in your house. It is usually behind the bookcase or under the Persian rug. That is where these types of doors like to live. You have to find the hidden lever or sometimes you have to pull just the right book out of that bookcase… Sometimes when you are traveling in the web of underground secret passages in your house, there are windows. Each window reveals a glimpse of some strange story in a loop—to be repeated again and again. You stare blankly for a minute, and then continue down the hallway of windows, realizing each window—no matter how absurd the image—makes for an epiphany of meaning. Only blurred, amorphous, dusty. Norway’s Frank Benjamin Finger’s music is a bit like when you finally find that secret door in your house. His extremely elegant and classical approach to collage and modern composition takes you on a journey through a secret passageway of windows. Unintelligible voices stroke your face. Like lucid dreaming—or perhaps even what it is like in waking life—it can be whatever you want it to be. Watery Starve Press’s first vinyl release, The Bet, is yet another profound and enigmatic work by Finger. As ever, Finger composes careful meditations, deeply influenced by classical themes, musique concrète, the oceans, the clouds, whispers and wintry forest creatures. These compositions, in particular, seem to be breathing exercises. Although blissful at times, there is an eeriness that never escapes, suggesting the darker landscapes of a beautiful dream. Another must-have gorgeous release by Finger, seemingly for the persons who want to remember how to breathe. Or perhaps for the dead love ones in distant, past lives. Sometimes we vaguely remember them and can make out their ghostly shapes. Music by Frank Benjamin Finger. Cello by Elling Finnanger Snofugl. Vocals on 1, 3, 8 by Inga-Lill Farstad and 6 by Lynn Fister. Black vinyl. Art on record cover by Christer Karlstad (front) and Lynn Fister (back, inner watercolor painted sleeve.) Mastered by James Plotkin. Edition of 333.

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Aught

Aught – ‘Elizabethan Collar’ C26
Untitled-1Clear c26 in 4×5″ clear poly bag. Edition of 100.

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Sacred Phrases

SP-41 Yamaoka – ‘Silent Bridge’ CS
d2451885-369f-4fbb-8236-c8fbc18fad54Mellow, yet frantic tracks from Japan’s Yamaoka. Ambient/Techno fusion, with transient noise. Neon flying objects hover the post-industrial city while the listener weaves through digital landscapes.

SP-42 Strom Noir – ‘Travel To A Human Heart’ CS
3d078f43-a10d-4db1-94a9-ca7c033a15ffFour drifting ambient drones from Emil Maťko. Traveling the surface of the sun at slightly different speeds and densities with bright and positive energy. Meditative currents help you sail along the reflective grids.

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Hospital Productions

CLAY RENDERING – ‘fire is fall’s rose’ 7″
on the title track lonely guitar, voice, and accordion hang in an empty space that slowly closes in on itself and opens into a bombastic finale. The piano-centered hypnosis of “red roots” finishes things off under ghostly calm waves. like swans meets tor lundvall. edition of 300.

SHALLOW SANCTION 12″
debut release from london’s shallow sanction. a refreshing but authentic take on the lineage referencing bands such as early christian death, amebix, and conflict. shallow sanction rejects the otherwise ‘in the red’ and overly distorted approach of recent years for a more honest, stripped down and raw gothic punk sorely missing from many of their contemporaries. an aggressive, ‘only man left’ feel runs through the ep. an isolated and anthemic voice echo’s along cold rainy drums and bloody nose bass, accented by the unusual introduction of effects and smartly placed electronics along the way in an otherwise skeletal and frightfully nuts and bolts morbid punk sound. shallow sanction evokes a nihilistic, apocalyptic, youthful, urban mentality set in old london coiling in on itself. edition of 300.

LUSSURIA – immemorial – 2CS
superior drone ambient. edition of 65.

DUAL ACTION – ‘sex toys’ 2CS
crazy road beats. edition of 65.

VATICAN SHADOW – ‘death is unity with god’ 6CS
militant religious industrial. edition of 100.

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Defective Bat

DB073 – This Active Dad – ‘The Last List’ $7 CS
thisactivedad-smallGross tropical pop infused with breathable rhythms and a crusted noise approach. Good for sensual nightmares. Limited to 25 copies.

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Sun Lips Records

Wonton Soup – ‘Hot Dog’
WONTON SOUP’S debut EP ‘Hot Dog’ has been released on cassette on Sun Lips Records. The Oxnard, CA natives sound is reminiscent of old surf and modern punk/garage like FIDLAR and Wavves. Limited run of purple tapes.

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Q///Q – ‘Crude Gourds’ and ‘Azores Azul’ [Review]

Oh yes, we’re into something different now. After that frontal assault by German Army, a sort of cavalry rolls in in the form of Q///Q. In this tribe of Excepter, the godhead, beats that walk are the currency, and emotion is gauche. It’s a new no wave: sometimes rotten, sometimes downtrodden, but always optimistic like James Ferraro without the east coast chip on the shoulder. And what makes this the cavalry besides the hats? Well there’s something to those hats – in the fact of wearing a hat – that denotes sophistication of form. Unlike German Army’s shock & awe/divide & conquer approach to vaporous music, Q///Q allows more time for themes to develop, thereby generating an accessible song structure upon which to convene and respond in equally formal terms.

a2553274506_2More refined than a militia, less refined than their travel mate, the seven percolating pieces of the ‘Crude Gourds’ C20 have the bounce and flare to match Sun Araw’s tropicalia, but rendered in bolder colors more sterile and asthmatic. Plots unfold like Aeon Flux. The romantics disillusioned, we’re reliving the angst of ex-new wavers The Creatures and Dalis Car as they wash up on various meridians, achy from sun, sex, and colonization, returning quickly home with horror stories of Burmese Days. Except now it’s all Burma (they knew it then too, but still). Reframed by the modern tape game, this cynicism is more potent in all globalized ways except one, the tape itself in a time where tapes too much, too much. You kind of have to have a heart to make these things. But you don’t have to act like you like it. Queasy, a vocalist mumbles through tissue on most the tracks, a Poesie Noire parallel to the Suicide of Mattress. Countless stairs ascended in absolute black. Recommended.

a2165736487_2The ‘Azores Azul’ C27 is a double A-side – so more like 14 minutes of music – with five tracks all 2-3 minutes. The sound is a subtle muddling of Psychic TV/Psychic TV-era Coil and the Psychic TV-era Coil-era sounds of the Southern Records post-rock scene – Pajo, Tortoise, Ui – the tones and timbres are all modular-cynical grocery aisle kitsch, but crashcading down a American West sulfur yellow freewayscape. Some vocals, some nifty sound effects. Like the finger weaves demonstrated on cover, these bold lines of programming cross elegantly into another, forming contrasting hot & sour transformations. The effect grows over time, as the full complexity of these synthetic thought exercises reveals itself to the listener. Edition of 60 copies. Also recommended, only slightly less. 

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