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zz 07: USURPER
- booby price (CDr)
Hilarious minimalism aka Sméagols first step into musique concrète.
The first 20 copies had an exaggerated amount of colours printed on the backcover.
Doctor told me that wasnt a good idea.
track 02:
Keine Duff
track 03:
Hunchbacks Of Toll X
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zz 05: CROWN NOW
- ricochets in crime scene usa (c-30)
Fresh vocal storm, piercing screams ping pong as thoughts from corner to
corner over prerecorded tapesounds. Dont let the natural reverb creep you
out.
track 09
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zz 03-04: THE RAY PACINO ENSEMBLE
- be my lonely night / golden greats (2xLP)
the ray pacino ensemble is a troupe of bizarre countryfolks from the
swedish jarna. they love horseriding and car accidents.
unlike the rather polished electric sound of their recent live rockouts
the older original songs compiled on these two LP's radiate a joyfull lo-fi-ness
filled with a healthy interest in the 'wrong'. some songs sound as if they
where made to be played at multitoxicomanic lesbian weddings in a middleaged
countryfield at the moment where the partiers arent hinderd anymore to act
as ill or as ecstatically happy as their mind wants them to be. sometimes
the band takes it so far that it seems as if playing their own music became
too difficult for them.
the ray pacino ensemble simply freaks out as fresh as spring!
- co-released with lal lal lal and this is what they say:
"This time we have a good reason to wave Swedish flags, because both
of our fresh vinyl-releases come from that beautiful country with the lamest
beer on earth. That’s maybe the reason for all this incredible music –
you have to find out something to do because the beer doesn’t make you
drunk. This incredible 2LP is released together with Jelle Crama, who is
also responsible for the beautiful silk screened covers here. The release
was fertilized from our love towards the TRPE tape Lal Lal Lal had already
put out. It had to be on vinyl and we needed more of those outstanding songs.
TRPE’s (formerly known as Johannes Nilsson) music is hard to describe.
It’s joyful, catchy, repetitive and earthbound. To name some collagues,
you could find their sound waves vibrating somewhere between The Plastic
People of the Universe, Pärson Sound, Caroliner or Philemon Arthur
and the Dung. The band comes from a small village of Järna where the
members have played together since babies, making music for something like
15 years. That’s where the unique style and excellent songs have slowly
gained their form. Edition of 330."
from Golden Greats:
track 02: Iockhjo
Shy
track 04:
Dominisäte
track 08:
Reker
track 11:
Yeah Magareta
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zz 02: TREETOPS
- egyptian conscription (c-47)
fairly breakable droney tensions created by varied combinations of mainly synth,
voice, strings and drums on the a-side. the b-side pays a bit more attention
to solo adventures of the same sound sources.
treetops is mike pollard's solo outlet. you might know him as
the hardworking man behind his steady going arbor label. (www.arborcdr.com
+ www.arborcdr.com/treetops.html).
silkscreened artwork in normal case.
- Bryan Berge - stylus magazine (march
'07) -
"With the harried release schedule down at Arbor, it’s surprising
that Mike Pollard finds time for music of his own as Treetops. What’s
not surprising, given his immersion in these twilit musical nether regions,
is the eclecticism of the project. With a chest full of noisemakers—the
tape screams of a clutter of pads, synths, guitars, and pedals strewn
over stained carpet—Pollard tries his hand at a wide range of styles.
The tracks are scattered over the tape like islands in a sea of hiss, but
while one has to be nimble on the rewind to find them all, buried treasure
abounds.
Amidst the chaos and searching, some patterns emerge as helpful
signposts for the befuddled. The first side’s the busier of the two,
with Pollard unloading on all fronts, matching bobbing synth shrieks to
barely-there guitar plucks, chants to neon whirlygig FX and aged ,earthy
crumbles. While affairs often come unhinged, that’s the point. These tracks
sprawl, but they visit interesting terrain with the glee of the natural
traveler—happy to be there but itching to move on.
Pollard finds his restraint on the B side. These pieces pare the
excess of the first side, exchanging clamor for composure and gobbledygook
for grammar. ‘Tis debatable whether that approach sounds better—different
is the word I’m looking for, maybe as a mild euphemism. As far as youthful
works go, Egyptian Conscription shows a lot of promise. At the very least,
Pollard has staked a lot of territory in need of further exploration."
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zz 01: EDITH QBERTS SQUASH INSURANCE
- save an absurdist eat a rationalist
(cs)
nice collage of brent field's (nauscopy.com) own weird homerecordings
including guitar freak outs, eclectic and mumbling voice sounds, electronic
attacks, a rocksong,..
artwork is silkscreened on silver paper.
- smoothassailing.blogspot.com (march '07)
-
"new hampshire's brent field is the demented mind behind squash insurance
as well as the nauscopy label. a quick perusal of their discography will
affirm to you that the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree. it's home
to such artists as: my penis is made of dogshit, one hootchie cootchie,
blood sucking baby hookers, x-ray of a boiled sandwich, crappy scribbler,
gang of pork... you can see where i'm going with this. if you've got a project
name that makes no sense (hari kari vampire kitty, i'm looking at you),
chances are you have a release on nauscopy, good job. except for hari kari
vampire kitty, try harder. something from nauscopy that immediately struck
me as interesting was the collection of older songs from asia, brings to
mind sublime frequencies. seems worth checking out.
brent's released previously under the moniker of edith bunker's demonized
vomit insurance. those were the days.
side a (there's actually track titles, but i can barely read half
of them) starts off with a hillbilly folk song with the seemingly drunken
ramblings of someone shitfaced off bathtub moonshine. beautiful. pass
that jug over here. after a few minutes that turns into usa today page
1, which is a woman's (computerized) voice saying "i like to elbow fuck
my face". it's only three seconds long. from there we go to the more spaced
out acoustics of trollery mudd. this time the folk is paired with recordings
of people talking. a clearly discernible "i'm gonna fucking stab you"
can be heard...later on this theme is revisited as there's an additionally
layered track of random acoustic folk underneath the main drugged out one...the
cheerily sung "gonna stab you in the face, gonna stab you in the neck" is
amusingly catchy. the absurdity is reaching an admirable level right about
now, but brent never loses control of things. sure, it's pretty fucking
out there, but it's entertaining and not without its redeeming qualities.
for instance, the next track is a memorable synth work out propelled by
some fine distortion and feedback. the closing number nicely stays within
the field of electronics. the way the tape started off, i thought that
it was just going to be thoroughly jokey, but there's serious music to
be found, and even what comes off as silly is still fun to listen to.
mongolian beef begins the second side in rollicking noise filled
fashion. there's some steady percussion and periodic singing as well
as distorted synth. most of this side is filled with experimental noise,
but the seven minute closer.. something about a mine shaft... is the gem
of the whole shebang. a very penetrating piece of music. there's a loop
of guitar and some brief buried vocals that i can't make out, and over
the top of that are some whispered vocals that are played backwards. conceptually,
it might come off as being rather simple, but oftentimes there's more
to be said about the execution, this is absolutely one such occasion.
very impressive cassette. if you want to take a step away from the
norm (in experimental / noise terms) towards something heavier on the
experimentation, yet that still manages to capture your attention, in
addition to merely sounding interesting, save an absurdist is certainly
worth looking into. unfortunately, this poor tape did not make the journey
from belgium very well, the case is all fucked to hell. postal employees
are dicks, read bukowski, you'll know what's up."
track 01: Subluvdud
Breath
track 05: Lice
Lotto
track 07: Mongolian
Beef
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tapes = 4 euro
2xLP = 15 euro
contact & orders: jellecrama (a) telenet.be
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