2009, Hello My Name Is Records
Each double CD comes with a uniquely made collage as cover art!
Double disc release featuring two albums as one. "If you are looking for any type of traditional song structure here, a mild amount of heartburn might accompany your first exposure, but if you can sit back, close your eyes and listen at ear-bleed levels, as we have been doing repeatedly, you will more than likely thank us for the introduction." - Milk Milk Lemonade
Double disc release featuring two albums as one. "If you are looking for any type of traditional song structure here, a mild amount of heartburn might accompany your first exposure, but if you can sit back, close your eyes and listen at ear-bleed levels, as we have been doing repeatedly, you will more than likely thank us for the introduction." - Milk Milk Lemonade
Customer Reviews
2 reviews
John SchenkerI picked up one of these at the KXLU fundrazor in downtown LA. The band was amazing live and the idea is pretty rad. If these albums are not worth at least triple what they are charging one day I will castrate myself. I played the albums once (rad) ripped them to my computer and it went right back into it's poly sleeve and will hold a honorary spot right next to my Propeller 12" to be broken out in the future as extreme indie. cred. collateral.
LEFT OF THE DIALWith a lo-fi, free form, somewhat ''action music'' approach, they offer titillating drone-jazz-metal on tracks like ''Crown All Around,'' full of caterwauling ghost calls, like stoner music for math rockers. This might prepare you for the hellbending ''Soft Hands,'' more akin to bands like Ruins and the Boredoms, though stripped down to skeletal haiku forms: sonic barrages for the attention deficit crowd. The ambient, scattered ''Don't Trust Yourself'' is eerie, and the guitars sound like aluminum streaks and the cymbals a wash of metallic foam until they settle into a sepulchral mantra groove, mesmerizing and impromptu, despite sounding like it was recorded on a 1978 Sears Roebuck handheld recorder. They songs are cut-off suddenly, almost at odds with each each other: expect no gentle transitions and fade-outs. Clipped and startling, they are slow grenades. The feedback noise-poem ''Complicated Situation'' sounds like the Velvet Underground attacking a cheap distorted Casio with hammers. Unexpectedly, ''We Are Lions'' comes out soft and seductive. Nothing but a whisper in the acoustic serenaded wind. ''Casket Problems'' resembles layered, stolen artifacts from the 1990's era Swans - voices weave in and out with trembling uncertainty, cloudy obliqueness filters throughout, and hollow-eyed beauty beckons, backed by an insistent strumming that begs to form some poetry from the disparate elements. The big drum zoo of ''Kindness Kills,'' all power hungry tom tom fuss and bluster, combines with arty guitar charades, not unlike bleary and begotten Sonic Youth daydreams underscored with old school prog metal. Meanwhile, the bird-bleep beseeched, psych-out fuzz jam ''Mesh Nerve Vein'' is an echoey onslaught that seals the fate of the entire album. Curt and curtailed, it still feels somehow perfect: singular in its riffage and throbbing dustbin glory. All the years of muddled murk become compressed into two minutes. For those of you raised on Chrome and Swell Maps, this might be a welcomed purchase.