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Paraphrasing Mrs Inside from when she posted this here in late 2013: notionally, this is a continuation of the Anthology Box that reissues material from 1994, 1995 and 1998. Disc 1 features tracks from cassette tapes, disc 2 reissues an album that initially appeared as a very small-run CDr in an oversized hand-painted sleeve.
2xCD released in 2008 by the Russian label Waystyx in an edition of 212. It's another lossless upgrade if you like that kind of thing.
A very long time ago, I was much younger than I am now. I was lucky enough to have been so fucked up by the "adults in the room" that I was elevated into the orbits of others who had no other option but to celebrate the dys in function. The Fall's Witch Trials at 13, Motorhead's Ace tour at the Apollo at 14 ... and then the Iron Fist tour fuelled on cider and mushrooms. Not forgetting trying to get your head around Trout Mask and Freak Out (by choice) when you are fifteen. On reflection, not a bad call for escape-route and it set me in good stead during the fuck you wars.
However, nothing really compares to the first time the needle hits the opening groove of a Shockabilly LP when you didn't even know that they existed! The brain recalibration takes years to recover from because nothing could possibly remain the same. It's like some poor fucker who has spent his time with his family endorsing him being touched up by the hand of god realising that Day Tripper was the only way to the truth. Well it is. Plain and simple! Well that truth anyway.
Here, Kevin is actually Kristin Erickson who records different work in her own right. This live recording is full on duelling banjos ahoy with covers of The Beach Boys and Pink Floyd that need to be heard to be believed ... in a good way.
For no particular reason, I'm feeling reflective. I spent nearly all of my formative years being smacked around the place and sleeping rough. Now, through life choices, I'm sitting here in a house that serves as a sanctuary for stray and "rescued" cats. I also get to sit here saying to whoever is out there "you really need to hear Eugene and Kristen covering Astronomy Domine" as a way to get the entire thing heard ... there is so much genius here!
Life sometimes turns out to be quite good and most often it's better than the alternative.
A CD released on Les Disques Victo in 2008 "recorded live at the 2007 24e Festival International de Musique Actuelle de Victoriaville. Includes traditional and contemporary medleys with banjo, piano and voice."
A friend of ours was looking for a way to start exploring the cavernous Brume archive. Well, this is as good a place to start as any.
Mrs Inside posted this here over nine years ago: "A massive, 13-CD boxset of outsider musique concrete by autodidact Christian Renou, compiling his earliest unreleased bloops from 1979, plus a few out-of-print cassettes and CDRs dusted off and brought back to life. This hefty thing was released in an edition of just 100 copies by the Russian label Waystyx, which specialized in creative handmade and odd-size packaging".
This is a lossless version if you fancy an upgrade.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away there was a seperatist pod of aesthetes clicking their tentacles whilst imagining "these earth bound unsyncopated jazz cats are way hap". Prove me wrong.
A double LP released on Eugene's Parachute in 1978.
Musique Concret were Jim Friedman and Michael Mullen who made one seminal piece of industrial electronic history and buggered off. It was released on Steven Stapleton’s label United Dairies and a convenient signifier would be early NWW with a fair chunck of what is on his list. Apparently, once they made and released the art they destroyed the master tapes and faded away into the so-called real world. Initially released as an LP in 1981 with a short tape reissue in 1987 and that appeared to be that ...
Then the lovely people behing Fractal Records sourced a mint vinyl copy of a holy relic (presumably courtesy of Matron Stapleton) and reissued it as a CD in 2004. It rapidly disappeared again and presumably would never get another formal release ... so, drumroll please:
I've only been lucky enough to see him play once ... thirty plus years ago alongside Jimmy Carl Black (but it wasn't billed as a Jack and Jim Show). I actually got to see the only Indian in the group one more time as part of The Muffin Men (very enjoyable it was too). Anyway ... Eugene has some friends on board this time as well.
A lovely picture disc LP from Juntaro and, as usual, the version that he handed out to Japanese shops came with a bonus CDr ... not seen that yet. I tried splitting the tracks but there was more than a degree of guesswork involved and it interfered with the urinary flow so I've left it as a two track wav rip.
You could be forgiven for thinking that Jojo starts off as an SCG tribute act (well not really). Then everything gets turned up to eleventy and it goes off. This time the audience don't run away and are rewarded by leaving with bits of the proceedings once it's been smashed up by a singing baseball bat and a breezeblock. Happy Sunday everyone!
As is always the case, when the night begins with you having to lay down waterproof floor covering you know that you are in for a fine time! If I'm not mistaken, you also have Fumio Kosakai on electronic punishment box and surely that's Mayuko Hino on filth? A joyous experience only made more perfect by the looks on the audience's faces as they run from the room at the end.
An astonishing performance at Eggplant in Osaka from August 1989 on a DVDr released on Alchemy Music Store in 2008.
I've just found out that Masaya Nakahara has not been well for a while and has needed continued hospital treatment since January. Bills are going to be racking up for him so a group of friends have put together a compilation so you can show your love in monetary terms ... so please do!
His hyper-prolific bandcamp page has (now understandably) been quiet since December last year. However, on Wednesday he posted five new releases so hopefully things are on a more positive path. Help him out by picking those up as well!
There is so much to be said about Sun City Girls that there should be bona fide University programmes dedicated to them. If you have been living under a rock, think of them as staggering from the same peyote barn as Eugene Chabourne, Kramer, the entire Shimmy Disc troupe, Caroliner and Sunburned Hand Of The Man whilst remaining utterly unique.
Sir Richard Bishop described this as being "... a chance to catch up with our obscenity quota. I don't think we had any intention of doing anything that resembled a political album. I think it was more of a documentation of the American nightmare in all its incestuous beauty." Some of their extensive output has been made avaialble digitally but not this one ... so here it is in all its absurdist beauty!
24/96 rip of the LP released on Placebo Records in 1987.
Professionally, I'm all about relieving distress and problem-solving ... solution focussed and all of that shit. However, I'm not getting paid for any of this and you can all share my pain or go fuck yourself.
Have any of you been checking out John's "post"-AmTapes output? Spiritually liberating because I'm reassured he is still out there doing his thang thing, but fuck me, once you realise it was there it no longer exists. It's like stalking a cheeky poltergeist that already knows how to induce joy and frustration ... yeah, he's sat behind me watching me type this isn't he?
Anyone got any Olson wing mirrors?
Another post American Tapes "American Tapes" release. This time it's a CDr released in May 2020 in an edition of three (RIP Plug 1 btw).
Some amazing work from Controlled Bleeding, Un-Kommuniti, Le Syndicat, Pacific 231 and a load more all laced through with John Duncan's "Prostitute Tapes" and there's no Sotos in sight ... always a bonus!
Mr Olson doing his Spykes thing for as long as the idea needs to take flesh and walk out the door.
A "no-label" nine tape set, ripped to 16/44, released in an edition of minus something or other in January 2021. It comes in at nearly 3GB so you'll have to extract the two parts into a single folder etc and so forth.
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