LxVxTx + Ronez – ‘Disgiunzione #3’ CDr 5€
plastic sleeve, cdr, 20 copies. Try to get more disjunctive than this: laptop stabs, freewheeling drum machines, white noise washes and clipping anime samples by Italy’s most unfriendly LxVxTx (with his fellow companion Dr. Dildo on this one) colliding with the sparkling oscilloscope sweeps and distorted feedbacking frequencies of Ronez, chinese psychedelic harsh noise pioneer. Deformed sonatas for contaminated hardware, sounding like rusty knives piercing eardrums under the spell of a farcical fatwa.
Pasto Cranico – ‘Cancrena’ CDr 5€
carton sleeve, cdr, 20 copies. This is a love hymn for industrial music. An elegy to the forefathers of dissonance. A journey in paranoiac soundscapes. Severe arrhythmia, aural hallucinations and cold sweat. The disturbing echo of forgotten pictures – sharp edges, bleached colours – and the aftertaste of bad sleep. The brain failing to make sense of the gestalt: parts, shards and fragments floating in obsessive combinations. Total control on the frequency spectrum as the key to the listener’s surrender.
Istituzioni Ambienti Naturalismo – ‘Remore (A Collection)’ CD 8€
carton sleeve, cd, 50 copies. A completely unnecessary collection of rare tracks and unreleased b-sides marks the mostly unnoticed five-year anniversary of Istituzioni Ambienti Naturalismo. A phase ends, ends meet, meetings are celebrated. Insanely harsh remixes, musique concrete tributes to Pierre Schaeffer, rumbling low-end radio manipulation, onkyo-inspired acoustic guitar picking and toy trumpet solos: a deliberate mess of sounds and styles, a Panic celebration of panic, uncoherency supreme. A cleansing ritual for memories, or just noises not to sleep to.
HEATRAVE / CAULDRON / POO-BAH RECORDS ARE PROUD TO PRESENT …….. HEAT WAVE. WARPED CYBER-TRASH COURTESY OF THE ILLUSTRIOUS HEAT WAVE. CREATED OVER THE COURSE OF ONE DAY, WITH SOURCE MATERIAL SPANNING 40 YEARS OLD. “IN 20 YEARS, WE’LL BE DEAD MY FRIEND, IN 20 YEARS, WE’LL BE GONE.” EDITION OF 300 7″ RECORDS. FIRST 100 COPIES COME WITH LIMITED ART BOOK.
During the seventies writer/poet/essayist Peter Lamborn Wilson traveled extensively in the Middle East, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India and Nepal. He spent several years in Iran where he translated Persian Sufi poetry and worked for the Shiraz Festival of Arts. In the early eighties Wilson went to Southeast Asia studying Javanese mysticism, Kebatinan. He published numerous books on topics as pirate utopia’s, Irish soma and Islamic heresy and his philosophy is influenced by anarchism, situationism, heterodox Sufism and neo-paganism. Wilson’s ‘Ec(o)logues’ is a collection of bucolic poetry proposing an anarcho-surrealist Temporary Pastoral Zone abolishing monetary, electrical and other mediations in favor of a direct experiencing of Paracelsan tantra practices with sylphs and faeries. Visions of vibrant Neolithic pastures in company of Charles Fourier, William Blake, Edmund Spencer, Swedenborg, Erasmus Darwin and others. Poetic swamps dense with arcane references, alchemy and celtic lore. These readings were recorded at various in- and outdoor locations around the Hudson Valley. Handpainted covers, each one different. 100 copies.
Janina Angel Bath’s voice feels like celestial nectar dripping from astral spheres ready to awaken the inner kundalini serpent from its slumber. With Hands of Hydra on sitar this is a deep eastern psychedelic meditation with slow motion tambura strings unfolding universal consciousness. 100 copies.
Healing music to change your head space by way of trance induced astral traveling and devic beings. Ethereal psychedelic folk music channeling spirits from the dark land and influenced by Native American rituals, shamanism and Americana. 80 copies.
Slow Boat pulls out every last sound in the organic world and puts it into a context of sheer beauty and conceptual interest simultaneously. It is masterfully original and well thought out with superb musicianship and puts hope into the polarized world of conceptual vs. analytic. This is a limited vinyl pressing of 300. Featuring Eli Keszler on percussion. 
La Big Vic is a phenomenal band from Brooklyn. I know its backwards, but we are releasing a cassette of their full length, Actually, which is already out on LP from Underwater Peoples. The album is a beautiful collection of styles, bundled under a young pop energy with a nod to 70s German rock. 
Seth Graham (Henry Dawson) & Keith Rankin (Giant Claw) bringing some improv synth randomness. This is a sprawling hour-long debut. Weed Temple describes it as a “whimsical take on electronic music” where “the quasi-prog melodies and analogue baroque stylings are dropped in favor of of a “more” dripping, shimmering version of psychedelia that sounds like a less hermetic, non-academic version of Caboladies. 
In a similar citation-heavy mode of album making, Human Adult Band fork over their first LP after celebrating a decade of existence. “Influence” may be too deliberate a term for what’s demonstrated here as one doesn’t necessarily need to study the catalogs of the Buttholes to draw the same conclusions; yet the comparisons still hold and suggest if nothing else a kindred interest in sweating the same structural assumptions. An inevitable reference for the band, “Off” is like the best of Hammerhead’s ‘Ethereal Killer’, and “Silver Violence” and “Econo Praxia” both fake a brooding stew before breaking into the fuzzed-over vocals and hypnotic buzz of Nirvana’s ‘Bleach’, with traces of Mudhoney, Shellac, Unsane. These moments are many, and capture the band at their best – part revivalists, part stalwarts – but they attest to their cognizance through relatively odd-ball tracks like the roadhouse psychedelia of “The Shaker Pt. 1,” the Truman’s Water thrash of “Sixth Sense Incense on X-Mess,” or the Shimmy Disc fodder “A Hole”. Half-between these world, “Byron Lives” is like a mad-mash of discordant jangle, swirling noise, and workhorse percussion stifling a Chicagoan Pegboy/Vic Bondi non-sing (if I bothered to squint at the lyrics, I’d likely find it in tribute to Coley, or more likely Gysin, but surely not the Lord dandy). There’s a coldness to the ‘Hearing Damage Sessions’ – marked by the tinny, trebly percussion and sagging wah of rhythm section – comparable to the emergence of Unwound’s ‘New Plastic Ideas’, sounding like they switched drugs or gave them up altogether. Here’s to another 10 years of keeping us guessing. Recommended. Edition of 500. A co-release with Heat Retention records.