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Sound (just like smegma) needs obscurity and ample neglect to really ripen. 30 years along, if Smegma themselves roll down your ol' Pacific rim (as they did in '04 on tour with pop-pantywaists, Wolf Eyes ) prepare for pure dumb joy. Like a rupture of personal sepsis, completely engrossing yet indescribable. Or give up waiting and drop this live specimen in your lap right now. Behold as sebaceous sounds begin to spread, from Seattle to LA you’ll hear a sac of garde-avanteers discharged along the way including: Jello Biafra , Steve Mackay (Stooges), Tom Recchion, Ace Ferren Ford, Josh Mong. Once exposed, take some time alone right away; these things only gets worse with waiting. Smegma Live! 2004	Stare too long at Moog-master candymaker Hans Grüsel (his moustache a pair of clockhands!) and your seconds could be up. Return a smile from Gretel, you'll end up in a grin that never fades! Safer to listen from here as the Kränkenkabinet chugs away, spawning a trap door here, slamming a finger there, daring consciousness to believe the clarity of a thousand simultaneous sound crevices. Here appears an unnatural "Blue Blooded Door" to the infernal heart of the contraption, handcarved with all new compositions including “Sturm and Drang [at sea] plus Grüsel’s live accompaniment to Dallas Bower’s film Alice in Wonderland. Artwork by Loachfillet in his hall of all wood mirrors! Hans Grüsel's Kränkenkabinet Blaue Blooded Türen	Slipping drums collide with mulching bass to yield the perfect fundament for synth-vines to take root as a tornado of violin funnels from the sky. Featuring members of Triangle, Mahjongg, Zeek Sheck, and Bones, 0th send you scampering through soundfields so lush they obliterate light one moment, tickle your face and crack you up laughing the next. This, their debut release, ranges from wagging boogie to savage noise. When delight turns to panic as you realize death by tickling is horrible way to die... use your last laugh to yell, Tammy! 0th Tammy	Savant-idiot video collaborations from the founding members of Brown Whörnet were never gathered, until now. From unholy rites of gall bladder extraction and enlickment, to awful animation, avian snuff, and film concret, they anticipate tv's Tim and Eric by years. And even if their gut slugging Ruins-esque wretchrock came after Ruins, recreating their 1997 cassette on this DVD with scopitonic oscillators is still way ahead of anything no one still hasn't tried yet. Curious? Uh huh. Stunned to drooling or screaming in painful leaking laughter, you'll want an absorbent bib when you set your head in front of Aaaartfÿstte. Super limited. Four-color silkscreen package by Stin-G with handcarved block-prints-from-video by Maw Zuffler. Aaartfÿstte 22 Short Noise Videos
Under the green-eyed gaze of two black cats, skozey fetisch executed this crazed composition in the haunted basement of a century-old mansion. Reel-to-reels of acoustic experiments and years of patch programming on the Roland Jupiter 6 were processed, then de- and re-constructed according to silent banter between the cats and pockets of chill shifting suddenly through the room. Strap on the required headphones and prepare to materialize yourself in that cellar, frozen in feline sight, your mind lapped up one tongue full at a time. skozey fetisch this, then	If there’s no rules, why would “experimental” music all sound the same? Simple. Most lack the talent-balls (O-D) haul around as standard equipment. Comparisons to Kool Keith might have to do with heart-bizarre reality lyrics, original beats, or radio drama, but that would ignore the shredding jazz-rock guitar, synth abuse, marching gamelan, handheld bent-tapes, stressed drum machines and full gorgeous vocals on original love songs you'll first doubt, and then believe! Occasional Detroit The BEST in Abstrakt Ent.	As an idling tractor shakes you rougher the more slowly it throttles, Black Mayonnaise is an engine lulling you the nearer it comes to killing. "Doom-sludge" and "extreme-metal" can’t begin to explain the cyclic minimalism that Duncan adheres to, allowing for rifts that pluck at your mind, a rare drum hit cascades into memory remaking the environment, leading the way to complete waveform devastation. As one Russian reviewer put it, “The common irrational structure is called to completely disorient you. And this purpose will be attained." Silkscreen black on black gatefold. Black Mayonnaise Unseen Collaborator	A deathly-cold terrifying streak orbits the globe, caught in its gravity, then plunges, its impact rings the Earth lie a bell. The earthquakes and tsunamis are nothing compared to what follows. Humanity will not go down without a valliant fight, but it will go down. The dead are eating the living, a total rotting victory. For the first time on Earth, a global party. Scott Arford's soundtrack to an imaginary film unfolds in nine parts. Unblinking, it awaits you even now in black and red digipak. Scott Arford Zombie Dub
His schematics for sound circuitry scarily parallel his diagrams for princeps in Nature and he really will swap circuit designs for your plant specimens. Peter Blasser's Din Datin Dudero, Tranoe, Ambrazier, and Rollable Synth behave differently depending on who plays them; hearing an instrument tangle with its creator... now that's plain spooky. One call-and-response erupts in a scream that couldn't have come from either! Insane sing-songs succumb to faceplants in jagged sinewaves that scurry off under fuzzed brain hum. Booklet of instrument portraits included. more Peter B Luteus	An exhumed abomination lurches forward, closing distance with a swiftness that locks your knees. Seizing your gut, a darkened face fills your mind. He’s come in through your ears! The bestial throat, frenetic viola abuse, sickening sines of the Volterra Infrasound Mirror-Image Processor haul you out to land's end of Reason... the edge and abyss of Nature's indifference. Jorge Boehringer's music sends the mind on errands of uncanny, personal dread. Super fun!more Core of the Coalman Anxiety	Our fiercest release yet. Three masters at play in a game of "Bat the Head 'Round the Charnel House." Xome vs Tralphaz start the fray then all three go at it with sudden compositions of pummeling, white-knuckle noise. Impossible to listen sitting down, luckily your head will be rolling around like it's pacing the floor 'til at last Eco Morti lets her "wwOLVERinepantherrrr cougArrrRBatTssssss" show you to the breath after which there is not another. Xome, Tralphaz, Eco Morti Battle of Primordial Energy Manifesting in Matter	Stuck upside-under and dragged bashing through you dunno what... a driftnet of dead kids' braces, the pliant ribbing of freshly pulled larynx, the glassy grit of shredded circuits? The range is astounding, Tarantism's widest soundscape to date. Subaudible voices fold into electroacoustics found hiding in pure sines that crash onto krautbeats. High replay, a different listen every time, the whole onslaught arrives in a triple silk-screen work o' art from Austin's Bearded Lady! Stick this one way in. Tarantism Stuck to the Bottom
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