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Sailor Beware/S*Glass - Flying Squid Alert b/w I Swallowed A Guinea Pig 7" £15
L'esprit de L'escalier
Found voices, appropriated music, and noise combos that'll give you the squeam. Fragments, loops, layers – two sound montages of disembodied everything. Released as a tour item for the June 2024 tour by Lara Allen (Heavenly Ten Stems, Caroliner, Manwich) and S. Glass (Bananafish, Glands of External Secretion, Bren't Lewiis). Includes postcard and insert.
Karen Constance/Dylan Nyoukis - Day Music/Night Music LP £20
Amerige Records
Vinyl reissue of the limited edition C30.Remastered by John Weise. Pressed on custom light green marble vinyl.
Constance the insomniac presents us with Day Music. Heavy processed electronics, field recordings, mangled voices and tape wrangle constructed late at night in bed. Fend off the darkness fears with some Blackburn Academy of the Arts sun glow bloom insight. #pro-peasantmusic.
Early bird and morning whistler Nyoukis gives you Night Music. Synth, tape players, loops and delay start off squelching & skittering into dream state before a wee stumble takes us into into a low T tower of crud. Recorded during the day live to tape. No nightmares allowed.
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S.Glass - Motion To Vacate CDr £6
L'esprit de L'escalier
No special protection is required during exposure to the particle waves expelled by Glass from the inverted forehead of James Dean, counter-intuitive as that may seem. Loops, field recordings both found and provoked, media snippets, the dispassionate mashing of the moving parts of musical instruments, amplified objects, and electronic blobs throbbing and crackling under green moonlight all find their stripe in diffusions more splayed than whatever’s coming out of a lighthouse that doesn’t understand the assignment. With pacing quite comfortable for a lard-ass composer who flirts with incoherence but prefers the term “indefatigable,” Motion To Vacate rarely approaches the keeko-bleeko cut-up orgies of our Adderall nieces and nephews, settling instead into environments with suitably squishy platforms upon which to erect recitations of vocabulary words from a third-grader's pop quiz, the butchered lyrics to Impossible Dream, and mosaic-style speeches suited to Antarctic statue dedications. The 24-minute The Cost Of Parsimony Is Starvation is presented here, a deconstructed version of which was first heard in Port Chalmers, New Zealand, at Lines of Flight in October 2023. Don't be surprised that Glass was the only one at the festival to play amplified cabbage and drop tuned cockle shells into a metal bowl.
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 - These Things Remain Unassigned 2xLP £30
Bulbous Monocle
Bulbous Monocle focuses its lens further into the legacy and archives of the Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. These Things Remain Unassigned — a phrase coined by Brian Hageman, one of the band's musical snake appendages emanating from its Medusa crown — is presented by Bulbous Monocle as a double LP (gatefold jacket with a twelve page libretto). BM03 gathers together the band's singles, compilation tracks, outtakes and never before released gems encompassing the arc of TFUL's musical corpus. Every track has been surgically remastered by Mark Gergis (Porest/Sublime Frequencies/Mono Pause) with his signature craftsman approach.
This collection is an auditory and visual feast. The extensive booklet included features band ephemera, concert flyers, photographs, and commentary about each track from Mark Davies. Beyond the rare singles and unreleased tracks from the TFUL archives, are cover versions from such disparate artists and composers as: Ennio Morricone, Krzysztof Komeda, The Residents, The Shaggs, Caroliner Rainbow and Perez Prado.
“In addition to these compilation one-offs, there were also a few studio recordings that were never quite completed or released. Throw in an alternate mix or two and the handful of singles that came out on various labels over the years, and you end up with what I feel works well as its own body of work, a bunch of adopted oddballs that somehow fit together as a family. I hope you'll agree with me that these things are now no longer unassigned, but part of a somewhat cohesive whole, stitched together into something mysterious and glistening" - Mark Davies
Todd W Emmert - Remember 7" lathe cut £10
self released
"Nice new lathe from Asheville, North Carolina's Todd W Emmert, who used to record as Inspector 22, and has lately been championed by the culturistas at Chocolate Monk. The single track is taken from Emmert's new digital album Flesh Draws The Eye, and it's a true ear worm. Using mostly guitar, electric piano, and voice, Remember retains Emmert's outsider hallmarks in terms of emotional content and slightly ragged edges, but it's all squeezed into a beautifully naif avant pop envelope with more overt charm action than you'll find in a whole month of Daniel Johnston seances. Great one." - Byron Coley, Wire
Various artists - Scaling Triangles 12" £20
Zaius Tapes
"Originally released in 1981, Scaling Triangles was one of the first (and best) compilations of the era to focus explicitly on femme-centered post-punk, collecting three songs each from UK-based acts the PETTICOATS, SOLE SISTER, and SUB VERSE. The PETTICOATS are clearly the marquee name here, and the only one to ever make it out of comp-only purgatory—1980's Normal EP is an undisputed clanging Messthetics world-beater, and Stef Petticoat's contributions here are equally wild and not tempered in the slightest by the introduction of the speedy but steady pulse of a rhythm machine over chaotically thumped drums, with Paranoia in particular utilizing Stef's repeated cry of that exact word over ticking metronome clicks and blown-out, trebly guitar to effectively push panic-triggered brain receptors. SUB VERSE's brittle, drum-machine-rooted post-punk echoes SOLID SPACE's DIY minimal wave on Chance Romance and the MARINE GIRLS on the melancholy and minimalist Still Friends, while Sue Clarke's airy but passionate vocals over the tense rattle of Science of Fear is almost anarcho-punk austerity, and the three tracks from SOLE SISTER are switched-on, synth-focused instrumentals, the sort of charmingly homespun bleep-bloop that thrived in the early '80s cassette underground and the reviews section of OP zine. Real genius shit across the board." - Maximum Rock N Roll
S.Glass - Withered Foot CDr £6
L'Esprit De L'Escalier
"Commissioned by Dylan Nyoukis for his monthly Resonance Extra radio show Fae Ma Bit to Ur Bit, "Please Return to Your Seat" is an audio journal using material sourced from San Francisco, Australia, and New Zealand during Glass's solo tour in October 2023 with People Skills. The 30-minute edit of the original 50-minute collage sutures together field recordings, noise improvised on found objects, processed fragments of live shows and other artists' soundchecks, raw material, loops, treatments, and sounds prepared but not used for the shows. The ambience of air travel, tourism, nature, broadcast media, and chuffa dialogue are consistent background beds throughout. Snatches of candid conversations can be heard (with Michael Zulicki of the Alberts Basement label and with Messrs Russell, Yeats, and Morley of the Dead C), as well as montages of a studio interview with radio host Pat O'Brien of 3RRR in Melbourne and a workshop tour by electronics legend Nigel Bunn in Dunedin. Deconstructed versions of "Cane Toad Euthanasia" and "Spine Found in a Ditch Near Uluru" were first presented on the radio during the same tour — the former on O'Brien's 3RRR program The O'Tomorrow Show, and the latter on Hamish MacKenzie's 2BOB program Lost And Found Sounds."
D. Coelacanth - Hot Slime CDr £6
self released
"The usual expected Dai attack is the long-form dollop relentless and unending a nightmare of sorts unpleasant in every way very similar to being punched in the face here on this new release from the Burselm Crypt label Dai provides five dollops some shorter than others each with it's own unique sound obviously he can't shut up but it's different when asked about this Dai cites ‘commercial reasons' which rather proves the point made by Louise 46 Ciccone that he is a ‘deluded individual' nevertheless early sales figures are positive and THICK GRAVY is shaping up to be one of the biggest hits of 2023" -
W.P Highhog , November 2023
BUT WHO IS DAI COELACANTH?
Dai Coelacanth is an awkward little bastard.
(Duke Burnette, Label Boss : Burselm Crypt)
Dai Coelacanth only cares about money.
(Dylan Nyoukis, Label Boss : Chocolate Monk)
Dai Coelacanth is a deluded individual
(Louise 46 Ciccone, Label Boss : Maverick Records)
STUMPED - Shallow Buoy Cassette £7
Corephone
Mangled surf-rock samples and washed-up suds of everyday oddities define Shallow Buoy, the newest release from remote duo STUMPED.
Consisting of Berlin-based Page Swanson and Pennsylvania-confined Adam Buffington, STUMPED strain field recordings and borrowed sounds through various analogue and electronic processes, resulting in a sonic puree that's never stodgy.
Fenwick Addison/Seymour Glass - A Reluctant History of The Butte County Free Music Society Hardback Book £25
Butte County Free Music Society
Oh, how the dots do connect! Recollections, opinions, confessions, revelations, quips, anecdotes, and analyses by, for, and about the art mutants and other creative weirdos working in a rural Northern California college town in the early 1980s. It's like a Philip K Dick short story meets contagious polythelia. Answering questions no one is asking -- it's the BuFMS way. There's no salacious gossip here, no long-festering resentments litigated, no tell-all humiliation porn. If that's your thing, you'll have to content yourself with living to clutch your pearls another day. Not that it's wall-to-wall good manners. Characters and oddballs abound. Some shit-talking, but nothing scandalous like we're used to nowadays. Still, the content of this Encyclopedia Spastica is slanted toward making music, listening to music, making connections because of music: tape experiments, electronic improv, spoken word, live recordings, punk, psychedelic rock, non-music, and general WTF. Not at the exclusion of film and video, though, and radio shows, radio plays, guerilla theater, stand-up comedy, art installations, zines, collages, poetry and fiction, television shows. Activities, projects, experiences, learning, creating, obsessing, giving up, all that, the whole wad. Every page is adorned with supporting visuals — flyers and posters, paintings and drawings, newspaper clippings, photos and stills from film, television and video production, prints, personal correspondence, interview transcriptions, and autobiography excerpts. 28th Day, Vomit Launch, Serious Problmz, Bicycle Ballet, Ziplok, Under Glass, KCSC, Beor The Friendly Thing, Jett Hotcomb, The Conduits, Daily Planet, Unlikely Modernists, Man Overboard, The Viper, EL&C, The Protons, Glands of External Secretion, Chaplain Addington, Doug Roberts, and Bren't Lewiis Ensemble, 140 pages, hardcover, color throughout. Tons of stuff you've never seen or heard of, guaranteed.
Vile Plumage - EXCAVATION AT HOBBS LANE: THE EARLY DAYS OF COMMUNITY RADIO CDr £5
Burselm Crypt Recordings
"Totally oddball little loopy songs and scenarios, creeping radioplay style narrative occasionally revealing itself, the ever pervasive mysteries of Burselm, forever." - Duncan Harrison
Blood Stereo / Hair & Treasure - split LP £12
Discrepant Records
So successful is this split-LP at hoovering up every last atom of vitamin B12 from the listening parlor, it really oughta come with vouchers for a cobalt patch. Not that eerily smooth and slightly red tongues are totally lacking in merit — rule thirty-four and all that — but there are occasions when a person needs to stand up without fear of keeling over.
Karen Constance and Dylan Nyoukis's “Six Soddened Scenes” effortlessly ushers believers through their funhouse hexagon like a couple of one-armed juggler docents. A plastic bottle rattles inside a lettuce spinner, maybe, and it's more refreshing than a tumbler full of iced bees (docile when served chilled, but they wake up in your mouth); machinery grinds during upper respiratory trials in a sitting room, not to be outdone by the beauteous overdriven shred of Ali MacKinnon's amplified foghorn blarf; scratchy Brillo remnants and snippets of Bollywood soundtrack hover above scenes of escape pods about to sink during the systematic decay of the mothership hull, each rivet popping one at a time. Murky woont, fractured lost-life howls, and tiny screechlets define the slow-mo suffocation of an audience of easily spooked walruses who can create a stampede of fat with the slightest provocation (you do not wanna get in front of that, seriously); monologues worthy of Jodorowsky make their presence known among passages of ivory tickling, typically judgmental chickens, and equine asthma demonstrations. The mockery of swooping ducks requires a heads-up, what with their air-bending wing extensions that emit gnarly death cries appropriate to WWI myths, digital feedback, bass amps, and the heavy condensation of anxiety into hard, hairy, sweaty balls. Lady Clackarella and her magnetic sisters pick at the metal washers under their skin and leave trails of ooze everywhere they go. One section, seemingly designed to resemble evacuation from the digestive system of a sentient cabbage, should convince some listeners that they are, in fact, Crohn's Disease with shoes. Looped and cut-up piano slip through the haze of a recital hall filled with addicts vaping carolina reapers.
On the flip, Hair And Treasure's stingers throughout “Juno Lake Loop(s)” remain sharp enough to deface one's concept of space. Vestibular heat radiates from the mirrored walls of Alex Jones and Gonçalo F. Cardoso's wobbling honeycomb — indeed, the contrast and activity of their montage rivals a newborn infant's takeaway from baby's first episode of Spongebob. Colored vinegar fountains immortalize the sacred gurgle; death snorts commemorate distant string ploink; an organ dirge is jauntified and reimagined as a drained-pond shanty; the flutter of rubber swimfin on facemask and the crackle of cattails getting snapped off provide the necessary dinner theater overture. Gag-and-raspberry cut-ups are peppered with Mirounga ululations; contestants joust blind-folded; volunteers regret having agreed to high-speed bandage removal; pizzicato ploink bouquets flourish like the bursting blood vessels in a drunkard's last remaining bits of uncorrupted cartilage. Top-shelf grunts provide deep satisfaction; the appetite for deep-fried breaded chainlink fence is whetted by the scraping of the barrel; virtuoso paddle boing elicits titters and giggles easier than two nudists scooping cloudy oil out of a vat; the reed-abusive whine of oblique wind / brass / licorice protocols mimics advanced inhalation strategies for newly mono-nostrilled scotoplanes. The league of refrigerator-trapped amphibians assemble (heralded by encoded somnambulant chirps and sci-fi bleep bloop passed along via networks of malfunctioning baby monitors), and drift isolated in a gelatin cube where accordion–harmonica woont bends and refracts in delicate intersections of tropical weather anomalies; imploding treefrogs remain calm during their noble self-sacrifice for the greater good; the anal growls of a twenty-one-duck salute morph into pronunciation guides for… something (it's encrypted, so who knows). The sound of Zugly keyboards rippling through corrugated tunnels indicates closing time at the Nystagmus deficiency theme park.
Whether you're struggling with a touch of anhedonia or just feeling dumbfounded and angry, these two collages will knock the desire back into you. The blissful wooze of aneurysms proliferates inside crystal balls until they pop, scattering into stammer-inducing arrangements where you can't tell what's facing up and what facing down. If nothing else, Discrepant's release of this pair of masterpieces of maniacally telescoped Scheherazadian novellas proves that freak-scrambled history is one worth living for. - Seymour Glass
Loose Medicine - Refill Cassette £6
Therapy Tapes
Loose Medicine are the duo of Todd W Emmert and Edward Madill. They hail from North Carolina and play home-recorded electronic/industrial folk music. Well oiled yet creaking sci-fi psychedlic tunes to get them toes tapping. Refill is a compilation tape featuring the choice cuts from their 4 releases from the plague year of 2020. Includes the hits Lizard Invasion and Four Heads Collected
Glands of External Secretion & Prick Decay - Who's Who in Hospitalization CD £7
Starlight Furniture Co.
Together in one noisological bed (so to speak), Barbara Manning, S. Glass, and Dylan and Lisa Nyoukis donate an hour of full-on collapsing noise and tape loops of junk. Sweet, sweet bounty. With Doug Pierson on electronics. Produced by Tom Smith.
SOFT - #8 A6 zine £5
Butte County Free Music Society
Eye salve from Butte County.
Dylan Nyoukis, Joan of Art, Ted Trager, Glands of External Secretion, Steve Marquis, Lilly McBilly, S. Glass, Lucian Tielens, Richard Streeter, Mari Kono, The In-Crowd, Bren't Lewiis, Toni Lee Smith, EL&C, Hazel's 'lectric Washouse, Barbara Manning, Lenore, Ratbox 2021, Orificial Surgery, Cruel Duane, The Viper, Thomas Editson, The Dome, Gnarlos. 32pp, full color.
SOFT - #7 A6 zine £5
Butte County Free Music Society
More random eye wonk from the Butte County universe. Perfect for the crapper
Michael Schlussler, Lala Lu, This Is Yvonne Lovejoy, Manolis Pappas, Bren't Lewiis, Kate McRae, Prof. Dino Nuggie, Lucian Tielens, Dylan Nyoukis, Cruel Duane, The In-Crowd, Joan of Art, Steve Marquis, Industrial BBQ 2021, Moira McInnes, Tim Smyth, Glands of External Secretion, Richard Streeter, Last Will, Wentz Market 2021, S. Glass, Todd Hall. 32pp, full color.
Posset/Dai Coelacanth/Lovely Honkey/Andrew M Jarvis - Burselm Accomplice CDr £5
Burselm Crypt Recordings
The Burselm. Small market town in the middle of the Midlands. Usual mither. Nothing good. Houses where the curtains don't open. The only way in is by accident. A stranger parks herself at a table in the Turks. Seconds pass. First appearance; stick thin youth tugging cheese from his drawers. Special price. Second appearance; short lady ancient and crumbling. DVDs. Stars of yesteryear. Three for a fiver. And then nothing. No-one. Nobody. Block of cheddar and a small pile of Charley Sheen. What is there to do in this town. Scan the room. Poster behind the bar. Hand written promise of Live action. Inept punk and esoteric experimentation. Esoteric punk and inept experimentation. It's hard to make out. Deliberately obtuse. Shitty. Upstairs. So she walks upstairs. The DVD lady is on the door. Five quid. Give me five quid and you can come in. Cheese boy is at the back of the room with a contact mic. Some old people huddle round an amplifier that has no plug on it. She pays her money. Five small coins. Already working on the cheese. Gobfulls of it. Hard to breathe. Starts up a glam rock medley. Nothing obscure. Just the hits. The number ones. She's part of it. That horrible thing. Horrible Burselm thing. She's an accomplice. Like the fools on the disk you hold in your hand. Indoor market. Open coffin. Sealed fate.
Dai Coelacanth - Ghoul Town Tales vol.3 Booklet £5
self released
Final part of the Ghoul Town trilogy. How does it all end. The lives, loves and lost hope of the cast and crew of intergalactic soap opera 'Pagan Satellites' come crashing down. Wigs get worn. Milk gets drunk. Is this the end for Sick Larry? Will Nancy continue wearing green till the final page? Thicker than other volumes. More words. Less white space. White space is a symbol of corporate fascism. Death to the minimalists.
SOFT - #6 A6 zine £5
Butte County Free Music Society
Images and text by and/or about Lenore, Doug Roberts, Cody Brant, The Viper, Veronica Lovejoy, The Marques, Fenwick Addison, Joan of Art, Genki Teddy, Maria Estevez, S. Glass, Lymphoma, Ace Farren Ford, Cruel Duane, Aldo Chob, Stormycedar, Dylan Nyoukis. Full color throughout, 32 pages
Wreckers Ruin - Sister Eel CDr £5
Base Materialism
Layers of cassette textures escaping from the Burselm Crypt, interrupted by untamed frequencies and randomly (well) placed comedic audio segments. The framework is cut up harsh noise, but the outcome is something a lot more warm and dare I say musical (but don't let that put you off).
“sister eel” offers abrasion with a smooth undertone through organised absurdity—a release that reflects on 90s harsh noise whilst staying true to contemporary British experimental music.
D.Coelacanth - Ghoul Town Tails Two booklet £5
Self released
"Yesterday morning I sat in the poang and read the second instalment of Dai Coelacanth's Ghost Town Tales. I should be back at work but instead find myself reading about the Gravy Scientist and the Heavy Fractions Band and find myself much preferring this new found freedom. I look upon it as retirement-lite, a trial run for the real thing should I ever get there and if I do ever get there I shall spend my mornings reading such as this. A fine start to the day. Bugger the crosser and covid give me Mole Seventeen, Rat City, Alan Rammer and the Fang Thugs.
As in the first outing there is no pretence to plot structure, punctuation, beginnings, middles or ends. This is no obstacle to enjoyment though, in fact to any decent minded William Burroughs loving literature freak there is much to enjoy here. Especially the vivd imagination of Dai which is capable of producing this;
‘Jarry loves a mushroom I noticed the room upstairs contains gheng zone I could feel it when I came out of the toilet river beyond the static window they make a facsimile but exaggerate certain features to gain viewers frozen scabs organise a car pool verena tries to discourage this kind of talk suzi was editing she told everyone that she no longer needed to eat they don't look fresh vhs crime you think people can't sense it but they can mr lee drilled into someones face and shouted something about pie fillings.'
The ‘pie fillings' are a constant as is ‘spanish milk' 'mr lee' and dozens of other character including the mysterious 'mole seventeen' and his/hers/their various similarly numerated counterparts.
Amongst the many fine aspects of his work Mr Burroughs' writing was rich enough to furnish many a band with a moniker and so it shall be with Ghoul Town Tails Two. Take your pick from these few gems;
Subliminal cemetery
Cannibal gas
Spider jail
Dunbar ming
The electrified flap doctor
Mole people in shemp masks
Bucket spiders
Such is the richness that entire stories are to be found within short paragraphs though what's happening is how you interpret it. It could be something to do with 'the shemp' or 'mr lee' or buckets or mushrooms or that mysterious Spanish milk. I have no idea. Like Naked Lunch meets Blade Runner with all the richness that those two can conjure.
Gulping this down in one sitting takes your mind to a strange place. You read on and on as if transfixed, drugged, the characters and language enveloping your fevered mind filling it with all manner of imagery. Or you could dip in at random take a paragraph and etch in to your skull these words;
‘grisly tape cult they just sleep and drool sprocket collector not even pagan satellite …'
-Idwal Fisher
Alexander Ross - Grandfather Paradox LP £18
Vauva
Human agency seems innocent in this context, old-fashioned even, as if the question asked by The Grandfather Paradox is nothing simpler yet more unfathomable than “What was sentience?” But Alex Ross’s musique concrète constructions are indeed masterful; transitions too numerous to catalog -- thus making the album something of a quasi-psychedelic opus, a theoretical string knotted around cosmic lugnuts in a Jacob's Ladderly tangle -- are flipped, flopped and fried, unless they happen to be clashed, superimposed mechanics, gridlocked with microtonal tapestries that recall the marching band in Animal House forever stuck at the end of a blind alley. Symphonies of texture unravel and reconstitute into layers of persistent memory that roll around chambers where the law of gravity is mere hypothesis. Decentralized fragments glimpse into bent dimensions where inebriation-damaged gorp falls between curtains of denatured screech. With so much of The Grandfather Paradox seemingly absorbed in its own autistic self-containment, lacking concern for external destination, totally committed to something as specific and unknowable as an old daydream coming back to life, conjured by a subconsciously detected aroma, field recordings of, for example, an answering machine or public spaces where voices are audible, almost seem invasive, as if loutish, oblivious aliens are dumping toxic waste and completely bizarre religious rituals in the middle of an otherwise contentedly secular diorama.
{AN} Eel & Friends - Duets Volume 1 CDr £6
self released
a collection of 14 tracks featuring the following artists in duet with {AN} Eel : M. Nomized, James Bailey, Kapali Carsi, tendencyitis, Bim Prongs, Thomas Jackson Park, whoknowswhocares, Pendro, tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE, Volodmyr Bilyk, samarobryn, Wilfried Hanrath, Delores Mondo Stash , Eisenslager. Pretty wild mixture of freak sounds. Cover & label art by Karen Constance.
RRS - Card Funk LP £14
Cardboard Club
RRS aka Robert Ridley Shackleton aka The Cardboard Prince unleashes his first full length vinyl LP after countless cassettes and CDr's (and a 7"). Come and get yr card hard with the bedroom sermons of a outsider funk snack master. Lo-fi, lurid, lyrical & life affirming stuff.
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