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Blood Stereo - Tape Loop Meditations  Cassette & Badge £6.50


Recorded inside Wino Lodge using cassette tape loops this audio recording is designed to help listeners make the hateful gnashing teeth take flight. It should also counter the persistent attack on the listeners etheric self. After some time of daily practice you will find that problem solving ceases to be frustrating and traumatic. Your head throb will feel salved and the green light of freakdom will pulse out and thwart potential psychic assailants.
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Numbered edition of 20



Beyt Al Tapes - Unprecize Music  CDr £5


Beyt al Tapes a shadowy outfit hailing from the South of Brussels. Tapes, vocals and rudimentary household objects are its mains instruments. The ghost is a key feature, acting as the spectre for the vitalist poet and the overt Romantic.
'Unprecise Music' is a collection of cuts made over the last three years. It explores, in the most literal sense. The pieces pursue an exploration of Beyt al Tapes’ possible forms, through pure sinus waves, boring repetition and raw randomness. Each piece is a matérialisation of a neuroscientist view on reality - action comes before cause, cause is nothing but a narrative to justify action. In short: the real defines reality, and Beyt al tapes dismantles through a warped process of dialectic failure the notion of the ‘self’ - whereas the self is a projection of a body’s evolutionary survival software.

Numbered edition of 60


The Russets - Hardship Like Fortune  CDr £5


Two of northern England's finest purveyors of head scratch, Joe Posset & Sturat Arnot, get together for some real wild brut stylings. Do the avant hunch.
"We’re outsiders here, unworthy uitlanders, carbuncles even; we’re intruders on, about, over and in this Novocastrian soil. One of us is, at least, perseverant; of three decades standing, a good chunk of anyone’s life, worthy of some sort of respect, perverse though it may seem, but the other is painfully unripe, fresh off the boat, all flapping gills and shivering and shrivelling innards. Brazenly, we attempt to appease the local wigs by paying homage as best we can to their rituals, even as we fail to read the native semiotics: we drink ourselves the wrong red and, betweeded and sweating, bray loudly but unconvincingly these half-thought half-songs, misbegotten paeans to their heroic generations; we fall out, trip and fall out onto the moor and down, through the town to the Tyne, garbed suddenly, sullenly and awkwardly in unseemly black, where we desperately expose the ferrous ribbons of our tattered fake books to the corrosive, salty sweep of the northerlies and wail."

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Delusional Reality - Unreliable Narrative  CDr £5


Cody Brant & Shane McDonell bust out their warped musical minds for this doozy. Strung out toe tapping tunes and creeped out paranoid shuffle to make yr third eye twitch. Imagine the Puzzle Punks got slipped a roofy by a young pimple faced Rick Potts.
Kill voice to skull. Sometimes good things fall apart, putting the pieces back together. Kill voice to skull. Chewing off the insides of your cheeks. Very suspicious.

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Neil Campbell & Sticky Foster - Enge Chaleur Telegraphique  CDr £5


Two of Chocolate Monk's favourite old duffers got together for the labels 25 year birthday bash at Cafe Oto recently to cook up a long-distance psychic hook-up. These very old friends, one globetrotter involved in international espionage, the other a suburban West Yorkshire housewife, filled the venue with the sounds of far flung places, piano, electronics, rambling, etc. Disorientation never felt or sounded so sweet. A Daktari for free sound adventurers.

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Colin Fisher & chik white - Pacific Rim and Hastings  CDr £5


I know you mungs like weird, slobbery affairs, so i got something stashed aside just for you. Jaw Harp wild man chik white went hiking with his sax gonk pal Colin Fisher deep into the wilds of the rain forest of Tofino, BC whereupon they stumble across a hermit hut and decided to cook up some jaw harp/voice/sax wonder. But to top of the 6 tracks of sodden wild style we have a improv piece recorded at some improv joint in the squalid neighbourhood of East Hastings, Vancouver. Quite the contrast for ya. Huff it up, pal.

SAX: hermitage humidity.. sleepless morning.. surrounding surf.. amplified microcosm.. temperate drizzling drones.. ancient ground cover.. quiescence, for the undisturbed slumber.. fine gestures now symphonic nature..
HARP: what? brah, I'm awake! I was dreamin' that you slobbered into that horn and made it churn like your insides.. you played with a mouthful of swamp sludge.. or maybe you were a singing worm in the shape of a saxophone.. I was a dozen mosquitoes or a somethin'.. it was cool.. promise.. did you.. hear a plane?
SAX: spittoon buffoons blowin' breezy steezy.. sleazy sounds nature bound firm grounds for mounds..
HARP: back in the city you snored a hole through my head.. a deep listen but made me sad that I couldn't sleep.. now we're here and I can't stop wakin' up, which is cool.. but also means.. well, I'm asleep.. hmmm.. hey, let's jam in that hole over there in the forest. YEAH?
SAX: strapless brahs feral friends forever fellas..
HARP: I concur.. drive me back to town when this is over, will ya? we'll listen to it in the car.

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F.Ampism - Wilson Schmilsson  CDr £5


Brightons very own F.Ampism ("Yogi Bear" to his nearest and dearest) follows up last years brilliant 'The Unstruck Sound Centre' on Ikuisuus with further treks out into the mind meld zone. Exotic electronics and warm swiggle nurture your sagging chakras. Musical chirps and sonic pulse cleanses your psychic stink eye. This is the Chew Age.

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Claire Potter - Scally Nike Leather Glove Smoke + 1  CDr £5


A welcome reissue of the long OOP tape on Choclate Monk with a bonus track added for your pleasure. Here is what big bear Byron Coley had to say about the original tape in his fine 'Size Matters' column in the Wire rag.
"Two excellent readings by this Merseyside writer, previously heard on a tape with Bridget Hayden. No music here, just words. And the words are great. Surreal chunks of image forcing their way across your brain, from ear to ear, like a hungry head-worm. Rough, brilliant stuff."

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Hair & Treasure- Bijou Bastard Box Room Suite  CDr £5


Mystery duo Hair & Treasure add a third member and invite you into their brown study for some more contemplative sound probing. Sometimes sounding like Solid Eye twanging and rippling underneath a radio broadcast by a crunked up Lexie Mountain.
"An artist arrives to paint a portrait of the royal family, but Trinket is unable to get her mane to stay in place and chaos ensues when a bird flies off with her hairgrip.
Starring: Gonçalo F Cardoso, Alex Jones, Phil Lane - 3 sensitive gits, tight as a piss purse. This shiny disc is better than your last 27 purchases. Dust ain’t randy no more.
                  (Subtitles) (Repeat)
                        Rating: 6.6"

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Dan Melchior & Dylan Nyoukis - Unusual Dealers  CDr £5


'Unusual Dealers' started off as a long form, hardly changing electronic piece by Nyoukis which he twanged across the Information Super Highway to Durham, North Corolina so that Melchior could work his sonic tom foolery. Once Dan fashioned it with his slick sound pomade he transfered it back over to Brighton, East Sussex where Dylan added in a few more grains of strange before mixing it down to what we have here. A journey on the heals of the unusual dealers and their untimely passing. Break the brain chain. 

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Red Brut/Blood Stereo - split  Cassette £6


Containment of the shadow self is a pointless exercise, friend. After all shit = shadopw and we are all full of it. better out than in right?? Red Brut and Blood Stereo both understand that and present here a side each of tape manipulation, sound collage etc. For fledglings of all ages.

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Tindegger - untitled  CDr £5


Tina Krekels & Grant Smith go hurling round a gnarled crack and show us that German-Scots relations have never been fruitier. They do a fine job of blending (or is that blurring?) Krekel's wonderful skittering and burbling saxophone with Smith's hyperactive and intoxicated electronics on some of the tracks. On others we get no-fi text pieces followed by crunked up tape whirr that eventually tramples ear remnants into the rug. You can add in serious dashes of yelps, spits and sputters and even some fried guitar strum which all helps dishonour your spiritual mentors.

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Food People - vetch  CDr £5


A new mystery trio emerges from the grimness of shitty Brexit Isle. Lila Matsumoto, Matthew Hamblin & Greg Thomas follow up last years 'Animal Work' cassette on Beartown Records with a engrossing sojourn that pulses, drones, scrapes and baffles. A strange sedative to help you cover that attitude of cynical indifference.
"Vetch is a food made out of flowers. The violin is made of mouths. The computer is also eating the food. Hens roused and goaded to tumours, the monk is known to write nonsense. Moping at doofus, the violent node of edam is shut for maintenance. Everything will be played backwards. Sprawling peyote limbs and bees. There will be a guitar, pills and bream enacting Cnut. Everything will be played at once. Chocolate slipping into pugs, spume of rats. Tunnocks cantering at veal. There will be a sampler. Shy and numb, the tulips and goats eloped."

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Dylan Nyoukis - One Of Seeks  Booklet £5


Nyoukis scrawls out paint pen reactions to these hyper bonker times. One Who Seeks is about our need for transcendence via either ingesting various plants or fungi, scratching the occult itch, chomping on the bath salts or having some extraterrestrial force lick your forehead. Double down on the Doaism, prod that pineal gland, lick the toad, take the 5-Meo and shatter into a million pieces, punk.
Full Colour, 24 pages.
Numbered and signed edition of 50



Karen Constance - Pin Down  Booklet £7


For a hot and stinky month Miss Constance put all other art endeavours to one side to spend a sweaty time in her Shed of Dread conjuring up some alternative reality where the erotic throb ain't just triggered by droll video clips of buff bodies bumping. The conventional pin up is peeled apart and envisioned anew for those who like to have there mind g-spot tickled in a more exotic manner. Guaranteed nipple erection and brain membrane secretion (other secretions may also occur).
Full colour, 40 pages.
Numbered and signed edition of 69



Moth - Scintilla  CDr £5


Mr Tim Alexander of LAFMS/Points Of Friction notoriety presents just the kind of life affirming sound wonk you might expect. Burbling and oozing broadcasts from the mind flap of a madman/maestro. If that don't wet yr dingle dangle then how about the fact that the late, GREAT, Damian Bisciglia makes an appearance? Get to it!

"I try to find just the right perfume for each robot, and to allow the ghosts in the instruments to haunt the soundscape.
Always looking for a balance of intentional and unintentional elements when bringing sounds together that affect me on an emotional level, the ideas and internal logic of each piece is secondary to that inner resonance. It’s an open process of discovery and revelation where beauty and terror may become sublime twins, boredom is self reflection, and confusion is the highest state of consciousness.
The sounds are generated by the improvised playing of objects and mostly broken or prepared instruments, field recordings, and other sources, and those sounds then become the raw material which undergoes a transformation. Multi-track looping, digital tape effects, sampling and pedal effects add new sounds, and take us into their cobbly worlds.
In those worlds, as in our own:
Things look that way as long as you look at them that way."

Numbered edition of 75



Jonnie Prey - Life On Bob-Lo Island  CDr £5


Ye gawds! What is this terrible sight that stands before me?? Bulbous, potato head man with acrid stench stumbling around in a scruff suit. Worry not for it is only Jonnie Prey. Jonnie is from Detroit Michigan. He took a Greyhound bus to Oakland California where he lived and made art and self released tapes for some years. He currently lives in Los Angeles California where he co-runs the experimental arts space Coaxial Arts in Downtown Los Angeles. He remains an outsider lurking in the dreams of discarded mannequins. He recntly performed a 5 hour long performance art piece at Cary Loren’s Punk House at the Mike Kelley Homestead. But what the hell is Life On Bob-Lo Island? Well I will let Mr Stinky himself explain...

"Life On Bob-Lo Island is concept album about an abandoned Amusement Park located just outside of Detroit, Michigan. A very real place, in its heyday it was like a dwarfed Atlantic City, a kid casino with all the trappings of an old school Amusement Park, wooded rollercoasters, a funhouse, drunk clowns roaming about, Taffy Machines buzzing along with the Cicadas and two identical twins on the boardwalk called The Kimchi Twins. Bob-Lo closed for good in 1993 due to folks getting sick from the water when they installed water slides to help boost attendance. Years before the current Flint water crisis, Auto plants had been dumping Heavy Metal sludge into the Detroit River for years, eventually getting into Bob-Lo's water supply. Years later there were rumors that strange hobo's lived in the park, squatting in the funhouse and in the Steamboat that carried folks from Detroit to the Island. This album is about that time, the park itself, and the strange men that lurked with in it. Today it is all Mansions, but for many years it was this decrepit kingdom, a sort of island of the dammed.
Detroit darkness cloaked in a clowns shroud, holes punctured through a laughing reality as a mask of spinning dice reveals the corroded dream: Children playing in yellow haze, black corn swaying to the machines, families disappearing into the night like polaroids developing in reverse, dogs lurking as co-conspirators with the shadows, machine laugher trapped in the bog, A UFO made of straw slowly crashing into a black swamp, abandoned vacations vacated now by lost men, give one an offering and maybe he'll tell you a story, his life on Bob-Lo Island perhaps.....

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The False Face Society - Half Time 1916  CDr £5


Hitchin's finest scruff about the square Russell Walker (The Teleporters/Lloyd Pack/Pheromoans etc) does some readings from his upcoming novel, the follow up to his poorly selling 'When New Towns Act Tough'. Not a man shy of wetting his sandwich, Russell here enlists the help of two mates to add sonic saucing. James Tranmer adding his techyes/no beat crud and Tom James Scott adding more of a loopy drone mumph vibe. Come feel the mundane mumble friend.



The Negative Kite - Gone All To The Down  CDr £5


No fi abstract crunk merchants Steve Clarke & Julian Bradley aka The Negative Kite appeared briefly in the mid-90s, shuffling out of Birmingham to release a 7" and a few limited cassettes before evaporating. Bradley resurfaced in Vibra Cathedral Orchetra etc while Clarke teamed up with Sean Conway (Plastic Hooligans/UFO Antler Band) to further confuse with The Gas Shepherds before disappearing again. He returns under The Negative kite moniker and serves up a 40 plus minute dollop of solpistic sound compost. Is he the only one here? Or is that you?Sounds fade in and out, is there a crumbling counterpoint? Headscratch. Tarot = toe rot.

Numbered Edition of 75.


Sick Llama - Snake Code  CDr £5


Detroit's demented noise chess master lays his first cracked egg for Chocolate Monk and it is the out and out mind melter you would hope for. Cracked electronics sit alongside blown out tape damage. Electric insect skitter and life affirming creep pulse also make an appearance. A heavy on the hiss classic that will scribble your mystic centre. Strange zones await unexplored.

Numbered Edition of 75.



Henry Holmes - Twisted Nerve  Cassette £6


The lowlife behind 2014's Clam Bake and one half of the mysterious Occult Hand is back with another burbling transmission of tape loop damage. Don't let the hawaiin shirt fool you, this is the kind of Uher damage that is going to leave the listeners integrity in a pool of jellied crumbs on the floor. Like a three day chemical chew with no additional hydration aka ferric bruxism. Let the Prince of Dorkness help get yr ass on that dissecting table, baby.

Numbered Edition of 50.



Amanda R. Howland - Mona Cost Returns To Canton  CDr £5


Continuing the fine family tradition of euphoric ear shred Miss Howland gives Brother Skin Graft a run for his bitcoins with a heavy dose of American Midwest hot sonic gruel which is guaranteed to singe those inner lughole hairs of yours. The four tracks laid down here were recorded live in the Howland practice space while Amanda was working on her novel Don't Fear the Night Duende, much of which takes place in Canton, Ohio, where she grew up. The listener is encouraged to find their own inner Monument Park and get woke. Recorded and mastered by Wyatt Howland. Artwork by Karen Constance.

Numbered Edition of 60.



Todd W. Emmert - A New Normal  CDr £5


Mr Emmert makes a quick and welcome return to Chocolate Monk with another hot shot of life affirming sonic glimmer that is 100% guaranteed to cleanse your wounds and fill your gut with the good stuff.

"A New Normal is just a quick postcard to people who are suffering from traumas and there is no way out. That's what the title means... finding a new place to rest inside of yourself, because all previous normalcy was destroyed by trauma. It's been said to me in therapy and I have heard the phrase used when talking about about a tragically traumatized person who will never have back what they had before the trauma. There is no fixing things, you have to find "A New Normal"." - Todd W. Emmert

Numbered Edition of 60.


Psychonic Imaging - Time Vaccine  CDr £5


Philadelphia reprobate Cody Brant is back and this time he has a formidable partner in crime in the form of Tim Alexander (LAFMS, Points of Friction, Moth) so you know you are in for a real ear greaser.

“Skliream so loud that all the tiredneknow inside me, all the sadneknow vanishes in the air."

"I felt immediately after first making noise with Cody in late 2015 that there was something especially complimentary in what we do. We were organizing textures and colors, shaping primal meeting grounds and discovering a soundscape together by taking turns painting in the elements. So often I found myself making horizontal gestures while Cody was working out vertical contrasting marks. Our different paths to goosebumps led to the same place. I’ll be atmosphere and he’ll counteract with a chilling arrhythmia, or something trying to escape shackles. Or if I my Barbie guitar detonated above ground his Fostex 4 track cassette recorder was deep enough in the Cocoon to plan a return to the surface. He was in Portland too briefly for me, and in the Cocoon we were mostly business. We went to work making our sounds, and it worked quite naturally. We are both collagists, of sorts, multimediaists by nature. We had accumulated quite a few recordings and Cody had done considerable mastering work when he rather expertly helped me dismantle a sofa with an axe, and then split for Philadelphia by way of Colorado or Vegas or both in mid 2017. But none of those bits appear on this collection. We met in LA in 2017 for 2 performances at small clubs, which were a blast, and a very special jam with Points of friction on KXLU’s Glossolalia program. None of that’s here either.
Cody put together all this material from the remaining 2016-2017 recordings in Portland, and sent it to me in batches, asking for my thoughts, and for titles.
The way we work is somehow an inoculant to the darker forces at play in the world, and in ourselves.
A Time Vaccine" - Tim Alexander

Numbered Edition of 60.



Robert Ridley-Shackleton - Snack A Delica  CDr £5


The Cardboard Prince returns to Chocolate Monk for his third outing after Tupperwave and The Opera. Here he presents a fine selection of mostly live actions that really capture his magnetic power. He works hard so you can get down.

"i am reborn new rrs, year of snack a delica, party like your a corrugated funky wannabe, im so sorry this album isnt as good as the opera, but i did try, if u want me to perform for u and the payment is snack just call my name in the night and ile shake on over your way" - RRS

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Mike Dilloway - Hay Bale Paws  CDr £5


Aaron Dilloway & Mike Collino give thanks to the Creeping Presence with a series of warped and mangled mini mantras thick on the crude tape vibe with heavy doses of clank, scrape and electronic whirr for added levitation. Be brave, coward!
Aaron Dilloway: Metal, Cymbal, Synthesizer, File and Phonic Mirror
Mike Collino: Violin, Zither and Amnesia Machines

Numbered Edition of 75.



Wizards Of Oi - Pop Oil View  CDr £5


Aaron Moore (Volcano The Bear) & Brandstifter return for a second swig of the poison after last years Wot It Is Not, which had WFMU's Daniel Blumin frothing from the ears. With full bellies they foray further into the forest of broken music (or is that musical & mental breakdown?) incorporating a wide selection of instruments and guff to create sweet swaggering tomfoolery all with a distinct whiff of Paul McCarthy (those demented sounding vocal ditties) or Mike Kelley (ala The Poetics or early D.A.M). Be brave you sack o' meat, tie one on. The Wizards have got yr ftaback covered.

Numbered Edition of 60.


John Godbert - The Sealed Container  CDr £5


Three absolute mind melders from the dusty archives of John Gobbert, hand picked by everyone's favourite Yorkshire bear hugger Neil Campbell.
"When I first met John Godbert towards the end of the twentieth century he used to send me the odd tape of solo recordings he'd made on an old karaoke machine, mixed with songs by his then-unknown friend the creepy lounge singer Herb Diamanté. We all know that Herb has since gone on to live a salubrious life of global stardom, whereas John's been so broke and desperate he's even resorted to joining the bloody Vibracathedral Orchestra. Life just ain't fair.
So, what better time could there be to unearth some of those dusty old Godbert recordings, vast aching tableaux where he's wailing on the reeds and causing irrepairable damage to guitars and keyboards borrowed from Matthew Bower? Not enough people have heard these sounds, which is a huge hole in the collective understanding of the whole Northern English heavy liquid infinite blah third eye whatever scene and a crying shame. God Bless Chocolate Monk." - Neil Campbell

Numbered Edition of 60.



chik white - Their Faces Closed  Cassette £6


"Their Faces Closed is a collection of live recordings from my fall 2017 cross-Canada tour. I didn’t sleep well and my thoughts were uneasy for much of the trip, yet the beauty of the country, especially the mountains out West, put me in a reverent and contemplative mood. I had a lot to work through each night on stage. The tracks I chose for this release all felt earnest and whole when they spewed forth—a mix of comedy and confusion for the spectator, no doubt. But know that I tried my best to acknowledge what was flowing through me in each moment. I was attuned to the jaw harps as well.
The sounds at the end are from a cassette of ocean recordings that I had buried in a salt flat for awhile. It’s a bit gnarled. I took this recording of my home with me on tour and used it as part of my set only once—when I reached the Pacific in Victoria, BC. Eventually it’s all washing over.
Thanks to the folks across Canada who indulged me during this time. And thanks to Dylan for giving these weird introspections a home." - chik white
Chrome cassette in recycled card sleeve with insert.

Numbered Edition of 75.

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Meek/Glass - Molasses  CDr £5


Forty minutes of electronics and loops recorded during an impromptu session at No Spray 205 in San Francisco, named after the 1919 disaster that buried an entire neighborhood of Boston in deadly sweetened ooze.

Numbered Edition of 60.


S.Glass - If You Can't Be Good, Be Reasonable  Booklet/CDr £8


An alarming, detailed travelogue by The Fourth Chinz-man Of The Apocalypse about his November 2017 trip to witch-trial country, where he played shows with Phil Milstein and Ariella Stok (aka Suppressive Persons) and on his own. CDR includes the trio’s entire set at Feeding Tube Records in Florence, Massachusetts. “The only thing weirder than what comes out of this motherfucker’s mouth is what goes in,” says Roland Woodbe. “Seriously, is there anything S. Glass won’t eat?” Forty-eight pages. The first in Chocolate Monk’s Lunkhead Library series.

Numbered Edition of 100.




Brandstifter - Don't Call Me Dali, Darling!  CDr £5


German avant madman and all round groovy art hack Stefan Brand AKA Brandstifter returns to Chocolate Monk so soon after his collab with Aaron Moore, The Wizards Of Oi. Here we get an intimate insight into the artist in his natural habitat, sporting nothing but his crumpled Y-fronts and an energy and message that needs to bust out and be broadcast to the outside world. A selection of his infamous thursday morning bedroom recordings done on his favourite Casio keyboards: the SK1 and the SA-21 tonebank unplugged! With vocal ramblings sung directly into the recorder and a splattering of rough toy samples. Fear not though, his pyromaniac tendencies are pure, he just wants to light a fire in our hearts!

Numbered Edition of 60.


Todd W Emmert - A Summers Day & Night  CDr £5


"No one makes being a visionary seem like an attractive career more than Todd W. Emmert. His beguilingly unassuming compositions slip through the cracks between the cosmic binaries -- your yings and your yangs, the bottom of the aboves and the tops of the belows, the magic hours of twilight and dusk. A Summer’s Day And Night oozes with the sacred perspiration wrung from the garments of the children of the supreme hypno-void getting dizzy on an interstellar merry-go-round. Four opening tracks lull you into a false sense of new age security, better than any vegan restaurant hold muzak, before Emmert goes full ghost story and bakes your head into a wax unagi pie replica in the galley of a Unarius UFO with a series of heavy, scalp-striating distorto drones that have every right to take up entire album sides. A fine, fine distillation of “splashing” and “down.” Huff it." - Seymour Glass

Numbered Edition of 60.


Plastic Hooligans - untitled  CDr £5


Sean Conway emerges once more from his dank Brum environs to follow up last years untitled debut with another untitled beauty of hiss and warble. Like some kind of mythical hash peasant he cooks up weird sounds that are both musical and abstract, all recorded straight to his dying three track tape recorder. A gentle throbbing thing of dreamlike confusion. Highly recommended for all you garbage eaters out there. Get smart, get saved!

Numbered Edition of 60.


Outréchestra feat. Bryan Lewis Saunders - Sewing Party  CDr £5


"Three nights in a row I had dreams about parties and/or sewing. Also, the batteries in my recorder were dying and I did not know. So when I went to transcribe the recordings I threw the batteries away. But then after hearing the content (the dreams) I thought this would be perfect in subject and tone for Princess Haultaine III! So then I asked him if he wanted to work with me on these parties. When he said yes, I thought shoot I should get those mostly dead batteries out of the trash and use them to their fullest potential because I thought that might complement the tone and noisy party style of the great duo Outréchestra. So then I milked those batteries for every electron in them. Hundreds of false starts trying to capture every word of the dreams in the state of death. It was a challenging task. And then Princess Haultaine III took those recordings and stitched them together with the music." - BLS

Numbered Edition of 60.


Talc - Terracotta Tributaries  CDr £5


Talc are Portlandian scruffs Bob Desaulniers and Shane McDonell, Terracotta Tributaries is the product of several stream of consciousness recording sessions spanning the first half of 2017. Indoor/outdoor sound materials subjected to primitive manipulation and collaged in universally agreed upon real time. Talc is the voice of the Bicameral Mind.
Numbered Edition of 60.



Psanck - Psanck  CDr £5


Word around the twittings is that Psanck were thrown together one evening at the Safehouse (Brighton's regular free music/improv night). Kev Nickells, Chis Parfitt & Al Strachan got so goosed up on the combination of scritchy violin, growling cornet, pingy toys, electronics and sop sax that they yodelled in unison “let’s record”. Finally sometime down the line they did just that, piecing together a thing full of beautiful otherwordly imaginings. Like a less processed Biota with that soft creeping Af Ursin vibe. I applied some strategic Tiger Balm to Mr Nickells and asked for his take on the disk:
"Perambulations, hitherto: procedures of coping, or cobalted errata. Blanched mouldy harmonic relations. File under: improv, but your Mum might find it tolerable."  One for Mother's day then.

Numbered Edition of 60.


Adam Cadell & Carter Thornton - Potential WW3  CDr £5


Having both done time on the Soft Abuse music label of Minneapolis, Adam Cadell of Australia was eager to meet Carter Thornton of America when he traveled to pick the string brain of Henry Flynt in New York City during a multi-continent fiddle technique inquiry. The two met at the Horse Box, a shitty sports bar, and soon found they both admired the people of Finland, the metal of Mexico, and the kim chi of Korea. A collaboration occurred when Cadell built a small echo chamber out of a fiddle and forced Thornton's sounds into it through a small wire. As far as meetings of Australians and Americans go this was better than the Trump/Turnbull telephone summit that happened at roughly the same time. More Cadell can be found in releases by the Scrapes, while further Thornton can be heard on albums by Gnaw, Enos Slaughter, and Pigeons

Numbered Edition of 60.


Lucas Abela & Noel Meek - Benny Does Jets  CDr £5


An antipodean sound agitation hoedown between wonder scruff Lucas Abela, all sweat, blood and beers performing on glass and the always well groomed Noel Meek, New Zealand's best trimmed beard 4 years running on electronics and voice. Visceral electronic fart tones stomp a happy jig and attempt to crack that code you have floating in yr skull.

Benny Does Jets was recorded live in Sydney at the Tempe Jets rugby club at the edge of Sydney international airport. The space has recently been converted into cavernous artist studios and venue and the local fertile free improv scene has taken over the huge central space for weekend concerts. This was the first time I'd met Lucas properly after being blown off my feet by his solo performance at a Schimpfluch-Gruppe gig in Wellington pretty much exactly ten years earlier. A master glass player, Lucas is one of the most responsive and articulate musicians I've had the pleasure to play with. Huge thanks to Jim Denley for putting the concert together." - Noel Meek

Numbered Edition of 60.

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Street Beers - Seriously Hot  CDr £5


Everyone's favourite blaw bag, Ali Roberston of Usurper, returns with new solo wonk. His take on a "summer album" is like a mouthful of hot pennies.

"A prisoner of the Blighted Isle. What joy can be mined within these hard borders? I heard that it didnae get above seventeen degrees in the central belt last year. Even after electing a gaggle of Scottish Tories it remained pure brassic and we all ken that they make the fucking weather in London. I'd suggest burning the bloated bodies of those browbeaters to warm the cockles of our hearts, but I suspect the airborne grease fae their sizzling pork bellies'd seal up our skins like factor nine-thousand and serve to shield us fae the pitiful meek slivers of vit D that occasionally drizzle though the haar. Might as well get use to cold cockles anyhows. And cold whelks. And cold sea snot. There's your dinner and it's bowfing. "Street Beers? Sounds like you'll be touring with Sewn Leather next!" said Nyoukis, but please speak it in my accent as I'm just trying to celebrate one of the only reasons to remain in the EH postcode zone. An eternal busman's holiday on the tarmac of the 'shire? "That's not my cup of tea" say the English. "That's not my glass of beer" say the Dutch." - Ali Roberston.

Numbered Edition of 60.



Dave Miko - Crumpled Cloud Cafe  CDr £5


New York based artist (and all round "sound as a pound" gonk) Dave Miko returns to the label after 2009's Doyers Data Dump, heading even further out.Proof he is a singular artist not for the muted of mind.

"Is it what it is? Might the early first experiments with an instrument be a beautiful music? What if they are rearranged and processed with a variety of presets? Can learning a computer program, in the time before a style or approach is ossified, quickly reveal something of the students tastes and intentions? Probably not. The second track, the usual type of vocal thing, was written for and performed poorly and with incident at Abasement5 September 21 2015. This recording is from a better re-performance at Cakeshop December 26 2016." - Dave Miko

Numbered Edition of 60.


Acrid Lactations & Gwilly Edmondez - You Have Not Learned To Play &  Mock The Psychic System  CDr  £5


Stuart Arnot and Susie Fitzpatrick stumble out good-foot-style with everyone’s favorite academic dunderhead Gwilly Edmondez for inspired avant jig, coming off at times like a more abstract John Gavanti or a peasant island take on Fatty Jubbo’s missing-in-action Ritualistic School Of Errors. This could be post-Brexit “Last of The Summer Wino” blues, as they trundle down the mind slide with a wheelbarrow full of string instruments, tapes, keyboards and other junk — sometimes arse over tit with plenty of yelps, gurgles and hollers, only to land upright again and blow your spinning skull with gentle creepy sway and yodel. Seriously munged magic.

Numbered edition of 60.