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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

Numbered Edition of 60.


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.



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.


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.


Papal Bull - in is in, an is an, nrmeegecy is emergency....  CDr  £5


Jon Marshall (The Hunter Gracchus, Roman Nose etc) and Joe Murray (Posset) return with more intuitive tape trauma. They still deliver heavy dollops of hyper jigger on dictaphones, cassettes and gobs, but there is also sparser passages. These fine focussed blossoms of sound feature trombone drones, wavering loops of restrained gurgle and carb heavy tones, like a fat tattie stuffed w/ chinese bath salts. They really should have named it Tuber Bellends. Ben Morris, Charlie Collins and Blue Yodel all make guest appearances on mbira, drums and violin respectively.

Numbered edition of 60.


Error Massage - Rooby  CDr £5


Error Massage is Glen Galloway, master glumpf from (g)olden days Trumans Water and current mung mind of Octagrape, creaking out solo guitar on all tracks except "Andromedae"(solo mangled keys). Small bits of sporadic drum crunch are thrown in, and one song "Leveled Sea" begged so hard for a bristling vocal it was finally granted. That said, spidery worm guitars really do gnaw up most of the screen as would so many yling-yling-soaked digits re-engaging vertebrae in a dreamhaze day spa.

Numbered edition of 54.