Sonic Messenger
(Beta Lactam Ring - mt225b) Used 2xLP $15.00
Dark matter squeaks and moans in wave forms, like the Doppler buzz of an armada of flying fortresses piercing through the black vacuum. A fiery comet tail of piercing Kraut flavored psych trails behind. The whistles of cosmic winds commingle with acid fury. 180-gram vinyl, heavy-duty gatefold jacket. Edition of 300.
She And Me Fall Together In Free Death
(Beta Lactam Ring - mt040b) LP $20.00
Six tracks from 2003, another super-freaked, avant-gone experience. Includes all the creepy, sex-vibed sounds and psyched-out grooves one would expect, plus a cover of "Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair."
Despite The Cloak
(Beta Lactam Ring - BLR058a) Used LP $10.00 (Out-of-stock)
Aaron Moore and Nick Mott, both of Volcano The Bear, are joined by Stewart Brackley and VTB’s Daniel Padden in this dynamic use of space, noise and texture. Their improv moves from disparate, thin conversations to solid swingers, performed with brilliant drumming, strings, guitar, and more. Pressed on 220-gram vinyl (way too heavy for the thin jacket, unfortunately, which bears the evidence with creases up and down the left side). Vinyl is pristine, but we’re listing as used because of the jacket. With two color inserts. Edition of 400.
Offrendas de Luz a Los Muertos
(Beta Lactam Ring - NEGRO33) Used CD $12.50
Noise technician Power Circus slices old bones into Soriah's power electronics scrimshaw. "Sonically devastating," and comparable in its "operatic qualities" to MB, Hafler Trio and New Blockaders. Edition of 300 numbered and signed copies.
Classic Erasmus Fusion
(Beta Lactam Ring - MT092a) Used 2xCD $15.00
The strange geometry in Volcano The Bear's musique concrete lurks between celestial duck honks and what sounds like a flood in the living room. Disc number one births gently into a lo-fi-adelic Comus-like saline. Song becomes fever dream and then pitches into a barren place of low estate. With typical minimalist pageantry, VTB mutates from piece to piece: melodious tales are subliminally hooky, after a fashion, spiritual and surreal; quiet ritualism queues with dada and progressive harmonies, together on the same fractured, out world, sing-along journey. Disc number two crawls slowly from the echo-y ooze, grows legs and then presents a different, more dramatic creature. A long, shifting organ drone becomes a deeply psychedelic statement that bleats loud and strong like an acid bleached Spiral Insana or a sneaky This Heat.