AK'CHAMEL, The Giver of Illness - "My Form Has Been Extinguished" VHS
Bizarre and intense neo-pagan gargle from the shadows of Texas. Dead chuffed to present this new original film work from Ak’chamel, The Giver of Illness entitled “My Form Has Been Extinguished”. A warped and lovely stew of damaged folk/broken world music/ low-fi black metal and tangled tape wonk, "My Form…" is a gloom-laden hypnotic document following a faceless shaman’s quest to incarnate the primordial spirits of chaos and destruction. Organic forms twisted and incessantly folding into deeper new selves for complete dissolve of the physical realm. Extreme psychedelia, 56 minutes. CAUTION: This film contains heavily manipulated visuals which may cause severe nausea in some viewers. This film also contains “strobe” light effects and is not to be viewed by anyone with Epilepsy, or by anyone using a pace maker or mechanical heart assistance. Bright red shell VHS comes packaged with full color spine and face labels, housed in heavy black vinyl clamshell case with full color cardstock artwork and “This Film May Make You Sick” warning insert. Analog fetish object, delivering supreme audio/visual disassociation for only the most melted of minds. Hand numbered edition of 50, upsetting and beautiful.
LAND - The Container c36
Pleased to unleash this new analog offering from Minneapolis psych-unit. Trio of Graham Baldwin, Jason Millard and Matthew Himes return to the imprint with three tracks of heavy Kyuss-jazz minimalism and Space Cadillac maneuvers. Imprinted smoke shell cassette comes packaged with double sided glossy cardstock J-card featuring barren and stark found photography in clear Norelco case. Professionally duplicated to Type II chrome in an edition of 100. Heavy and swirling caveman rock structures dissolve and turn to smoke. Features members of Myrrh and Visitor. Soundtrack for zero visibility navigation through deep fog bank.
JASON MILLARD - Second Based c30
Wow, such a warped and ripping solo debut from Jason Millard of Minneapolis. In case you have not been paying any attention at all; J. was the guitar man in the psych-pound group LIGHTED. He currently plays lap steel in experimental doom-rock trio MYRRH, as well being bass slinger in minimal Kyuss-jazz unit LAND. But this... this is something else entirely. We are blissed to deliver these fresh recordings to the people, providing only the most uncompromising sounds for our dedicated (glutton for punishment) listeners.
An actual album of songs, all written at the time of recording, mostly 1st take. No long form improv noodle here, rather a series of concise sonic statements, mashing to congeal into thick paste for ideal forehead smear. These recordings are RAW, using the simple means of basically only voice, acoustic guitar, and tape machines. No looping pedals or fuzz distortion pedals were used in the making of this album. The results are staggering; crude glimpses of brilliance through the murk. Like ZZ Top trying to play “Meet The Residents”? Bizarre but catchy, almost tangible but severely mangled. Outsider song-smithery that puts to shame the throngs of hippy dippy “psychedelic” singer-songwriters that people seem to drool over. This sounds less like watching grass grow and more like peeling paint with gasoline. Heavy solvent fume, grotesque production values, so fucked. Difficult to accurately describe but completely unforgettable, coming to you with our highest possible recommendation.
Professionally duplicated to Type II Chrome, imprinted bright orange shell cassette comes classically packaged with full color baseball card artwork in black/clear Norelco case. Includes large double sided fold-out 4” x 17” xeroxed lyric sheet, edition of 100. Prepare for vapor lock.
Scored a few copies of new-old stock from 2011. The long out of print, totally wrecked self-titled cassette from Sir Isaf Gul. Deranged free improvisations for homemade 4 stringed guitar and voice. B.B. (of Styrofoam Duck, Free Boys) plugged in, hit record and went totally ape-shit bonkers. Circular uber skronk anti-riffs and garbled stream of consciousness shrieking. Black out the windows baby, I think I'm gonna puke. Bizarre falsetto screeching and tourette's syndrome growls over de-tuned string torture and distinct non-structures. Sounds for the nuclear age, and strictly off the cuff. Real time duplicated black shell cassette with bright ocean blue labels comes packaged with fold out double sided cardstock J-card. Artwork features an evocative full color photograph by Paul Borman portraying the good Sir himself crawling on the floor wearing his best Janet Reno outfit and crawling into the refrigerator. Classic!
GERMAN ARMY - T’rung c40
Straight burner from the shadows of Southern California. German Army has been producing a furious stream of liquid electro/industrial jams over the last few years. This newest cassette album captures a perfect mixture of field recordings with cold synth groove, beat creep and careful vocal fry. Very tasty. Pro-duplicated and imprinted opaque yellow shell cobalt c40 cassette comes packaged with hand screen-printed yellow>orange “dunes” cardstock J-card with fold out 2” x 8” insert on bright yellow art paper. Hand-numbered edition of 100. Hovercraft cruise hour just got a bit more comfortable.
VHS / c28 / 7” lathe cut flexi
Deep synth wash and sexual pulse, erotic science fiction magic for modern mankind. After nearly two years in the works, we are happy to finally unleash this new music video EP. Two sample videos are posted here and here. Grainy cathode ray transmissions, kaleidoscopic aerobics programs, camcorder spelunking, B-flick midnight movies, and romantic pantyhose commercials, chewed and spat in psychedelic throbbing mass. 23 copies are the standard edition, which includes a kush green VHS (NTSC) with mauve & white spine and face labels and retro melt warning, packaged in large black clamshell with full color cardstock insert. Each copy includes an extended cassette version of the album, translucent green shell c28 with mauve & white labels and full color cardstock J-cards. 10 copies are the die-hard "Deluxe" edition, which features different artwork in lime green clamshells with black VHS stock (except for ONE lime green tape mixed in at random!) All ten “Deluxe” packages include a clear shell c28 cassette, as well as a beautiful limited edition lathe-cut flexi square 7" record, featuring an exclusive Clear Fluids track entitled “La Femme de Chambre”, otherwise unavailable. Completely clear one sided polycarbonate 33rpm records cut by 2208, screen printed on the B sides by M.H. All orders include custom purple prophylactic for to always be prepared. Strange and banging soundtrack for deep head space and cruel libidos.
MEN of SCIENCE - Antiseptic c44
Medicinal dirt for cure all home remedies. Men of Science is the collaborative duo of Andreas Brandal and Matthew Himes. Crude violin scrape, heavy handed tape mangle and gruesome drone nightmare elevates to alchemic trance. Recorded in Minnesota and Norway 2013. Real time duplicated translucent red shell cassette with red and white labels comes swaddled in sterile gauze with stark first aid J-card. Hand numbered edition of 50. Manual upkeep for perpetually broken bodies.
TIREHOUSE TAPES - Vol. 2 c48
New Mexico desert dwellers Dain Daller and Amanda Speer return as Tirehouse Tapes with this remarkable second installment of deep desert improvisation, distinct junk clatter and bizarre detritus experiments. Long form player of bump and sputter, synth wobble, shriek and pilfered tone rattle. Hair caught in broken zipper, this one wonks steady. Real time duplicated bright tangerine translucent shell c48 with chocolate brown labels comes packaged with double sided cardstock three-panel J-card featuring original full color photograph of the Tirehouse itself. Hand-numbered edition of 50. Sand sound, sweet song.
JOHN ZUMA ST. PELVYN - Lost Masters of the Shortwave Choir c46
Digging deep trench with well rusted spade, Saint leans hard and delivers explosive manifestation of supreme destructo-beauty. Followers of the imprint may recall the previous transmission from John Zuma Saint Pelvyn a while back, now Minneapolis archtop guru triumphantly returns with trademark six-string froth and delicate bliss wobble. Long form diatribe via whammy chops vocabulary provides much needed escape from this perpetually oppressive sphere. Edition of 100 pro-duplicated and imprinted clear shell Type II chrome cassettes come elegantly packaged w/ full color translucent "stained glass" artwork featuring original collage by M.H. and hand-cut circular art paper insert. Hold to shining light for maximum tranquility through focused devotion. Sun-stroked feedback and elevated fingerpick shimmer physically rips tattered holes through the very fabric of time itself. Mixed and mastered by Peter Conheim of Negativland. A beautiful document, pristine and invisible.
A painful voyage, lumbering and poisoned. Robert Meldrum delivers with a singularly gruesome and severe approach for this new long play album of eerie drone swamp and mangled horror sound. A set of five brutal navigations through crumbling tunnels of stone and rubble, hurling headlong into the pit of stinking tar. Haunted wailing and undulating sulphur tone morphs into abrasive grinding shrapnel, an ultimately terrifying apparition. Real time duplicated translucent Ghoul-Green cassette with black and white labels comes packaged with glossy double sided black and white cardstock J-card in a matching custom-painted green and clear Norelco case. Hand-numbered edition of 50. The howl of triumphant decay.
Crisp and coarse sandpaper sonics conjured from exceedingly harsh and precise synthesizer dominance. No nonsense electronics and concentrated seethe styles. Honed to fine edge, slicing with pure display of focused power. Vales is the solo outlet of David Doyen, now providing some of his harshest work to date, opting for maliciously deliberate full on drill churn maneuvers. Light the pyre and fry the friar. Real time duplicated clear shell Type II Chrome cassette comes with hand numbered double sided cardstock J-card featuring original vortex collage artwork by M.H. w/ matching plum labels in a clear Norelco case. Shifting currents and walls of pristine ferocity. No arpeggios, guaranteed.