Picking Through The Wreckage With A Stick
(Zaius Tapes) LP $20.00
Shepard’s dark, cathartic masterpiece, originally released by Siltbreeze in 1995, bears little to no resemblance to his proto metal-prog rock band, Vertical Slit. Like his debut solo LP Slit And Pre Slit, it was made in the midst of grievous personal trauma and plays out like Burroughsian cutups, with Shepard’s gallows wit interspersed against his distinctive sense of forboding. 2024 reissue. Edition of 300.
Live At Brown’s
(Siltbreeze) LP $20.00
Rare live & unreleased tracks from 1979. Second edition with orange radioactive man on front cover.
V-3 Next Album
([ no label ]) Used LP $75.00
The final, never-released album by Jim Shepard’s V-3, “thick with the live-in-a-basement feel,” say our friends at Volcanic Tongue about this album which is “divided between [classic songs and] heavy guitar / tape manipulation / electronics instrumentals that go as deep into the nocturnal American nightmare zone as anything by Simple Saucer, Chrome and White Light / White Heat-era Velvet Underground…. Shepard’s lyrics are darker than ever here…, while rocking Hawkwind / krautrock-style three-chord fuzz-burners…. [N]ice tape and found-sound cut-ups…, hard-edged avant garage…, beautifully eerie, ethereal instrumentals that sound like they’re about to dissolve…, [and] an extended atonal free jazz jam.” Photo glued to front cover.
Panties & Perfume
(Smudge) LP $22.00
Nineteen tracks of scalding wit and collaged fuckery spackled across some higher key lo-fi throb. While in the vein of Picking Through The Wreckage With A Stick, this set goes even beyond — more fearless in its stream-of-consciousness and sequencing, like and unfurled the Bayeaux Tapestry revealing depictions of skirmishes with The Familiar Ugly, Le Forte Four, Fuckoff Records, basement Van Der Graaf, even Lenny Bruce. Or imagine Frippertronics spit-roasted over burning tires. Either way it flames on with a droll, noxious glee that never really lets you totally in. Sticker art affixed to jacket. Edition of 200
Trans-Pigmentational Slit
(Duplications de Ange de la Morte) DVD $15.00
According to the liner notes and all contemporary databases with proven reliability, this is the only extant video of Jim Shepard’s jaw-dropping band in any form. Running around 30 minutes or so, filmmaker David Kerr’s footage is very much a DIY affair, steeped in gloriously primitive, narrative experimentalism. The single free-form jam explodes visually into a psychedelic miasma, and there are dystopian cameos from all your favorite monsters.
Slit and Pre-Slit
(Smudge) Used LP $25.00
Reissue of Jim Shepard’s first ever release, originally privately pressed in an edition of 100 copies in 1977. “Like a bunch of his Columbus, Ohio compatriots,” explain our friends at Volcanic Tongue, “He osmosed the aesthetics of classic rock while intuiting the formal repercussions that would eventually cohere into the punk-primitive stance of the underground groups gathered around the Siltbreeze label…. The fidelity is basement perfect and the tracks run from creepy answering machine messages to charged sci-fi jams with tape effects, fuzz and phasing, channeling aspects of The Velvet Underground, Hawkwind and Simply Saucer…. [I]solated experimentation in the wasteland of the early 70s … one of the key founding documents of modern underground music, flawlessly conceived, massively addictive and singularly fucking weird.” Sealed
Lost Lost Lost
(l’Esprit de l’Escalier) Cassette $10.00
Commissioned back in 1997 by Cool Beans magazine to accompany an interview, Bill Orcutt and Adris Hoyos booked time at a studio in Miami — but forgot to bring instruments. The resulting anti-music employs distortion, loud breathing, Hammond organ, King Tubby reverb, “There’s a Riot Going On” drum machines, half-remembered words from suburban hardcore and cuban folk songs, etc. No guitars. Never released until now because it seemed “too weird.” Edition of 80. All proceeds go to Mark Feehan.
Lonesome Graveyard
(Emmert) Magazine $10.00
Reprint of Emmert’s 2003 comic book detailing mental illness and spiritual suffering
KAREN CONSTANCE / DYLAN NYOUKIS
The Final Fumes From The Soup Bowls
(New Forces) Cassette $10.00
The downside of early parole — no more prison experiments for you, just a resumption of your assigned position within the ranks of fleshapoids cranking out respectable contributions to society until the sweet chariot swings low. But your remaining time doesn’t have to be like this, citizen. Send the caterers home already and bib up for a 30-minute sound collage spewt from Brighton’s well-tended psychotropic brine pool. Your interior miasma craves what people like Constance and Nyoukis deliver with tape music: the spontaneity of the deeply fogged forever at odds with the severity of composed gelatin sculpture. All experiential accretion in vividness, no erosion. Were your eyes literal windows, what a delight it’d be for others to observe your neurons sparkle as you listen to The Final Fumes From The Soup Bowls. With customized oven mitts drying on screens, the jubilee sneeze guards stacked in crates on the loading dock ready to be unpacked, The World’s Toughest Milkman breaches the servant’s entrance to accompany the winner of last year’s Mme Beyond Peppersteak crown for the third and final nugget in the duo’s series dedicated to and inspired by wet supper. Disembody and plunge into the plasma, the turpentine, the microplastics-tainted Lea & Perrins, and the layers of desquamated skin undulating in a fiery bog. So much awaits: electronic yelps from the void; mechanical gurgles a-plenty; amphibian distress calls — fragmented, curled, stomped upon; juddering rasps; the degree of suave editing we have every right to expect from sound collage and side salads; stunt panning; loops; field recordings. Environ nirvana. Includes DL code. c30
Stop Being A Dick In My Mouth
(Chocolate Monk) Magazine + CDR $15.00 (Out-of-stock)
COMING SOON. You want to tap into the grey, vapid underbelly of this septic Isle? Then look no further than Lovely Honkey aka Luke Poot, for he is the antithesis of the rage-faced Gammon. He need not cast blame on the “other,” for this colorful yet dour Jester knows the real joke is inside us all, swimming about in our tepid head pans. Let his misery bring youcmerriment, peasant. Thirty-six-page full-color booklet with Poot’s drawings, ramblings and writings, and an interview by S. Glass. Edition of 50
Out Of The Unknown
(Chocolate Monk) CDR $8.00 (Out-of-stock)
COMING SOON. On April 12, 2025, a strange man followed Joseph Baldwin home from the train station. Out of politeness Joe invited him in. The man had a large suitcase with him and what appeared to be an amplifier on a metal trolley. After perusing Joe’s books and records, the man took a seat and demanded a drink. Joe poured him a whisky, as well as one for himself. Glancing to his right, the man exclaimed, “Oh good! You have an Internet Computer!” At the man’s request and behest, Joe looked up trailers for obscure films and TV shows he’d never heard of before. The man’s knowledge in this area appeared to be prodigious and limitless. After several hours of this, the man opened his suitcase and started to unpack an assortment of objects. Joe wondered if he was selling antiques. The man then asked Joe to bring him the ironing board he’d spied in the hallway. On the board he began to arrange these objects in a way that appeared systemized, but not decipherable. He attached wires from the items to what he now confirmed was an amplifier after all. The man began to touch these objects and strange sounds emerged from the amplifier, seeming to make the furniture talk. Joe realized that half of this conversation was missing and quickly began to gather whatever was to hand around his flat and set up a folding table next to the man’s ironing board. He dragged his old practice amp from the storage cupboard in the hallway. Once sat at this table, he felt a tap on his shoulder. The man looked at him knowingly and anded him a small flat microphone attached to a cable, which plugged easily into his practice amp. Joe began to learn this new (or possibly very, very old) language and the conversation began in earnest. “So this is what it sounds like, when bricks cry” thought Joe. Edition of 60
I Saw The Light In Your Arms
(Chocolate Monk) CDR $8.00 (Out-of-stock)
COMING SOON. Accorodng to Sloterdijk Teleport, this collaboration by Sourface Lil and Carnivorous Plants, “sounds like a dribbling tin of old Tomutonttu with a crumpled can of Kuupuu. Moist and much needed.” Hanging, dew-speckled spiderwebs between duo, dripping with melody. Misheard lyrics as foundations spell out an album as a winged map. Smearing the sun across the sky to cast strange shadows. In time of crud, let elevating music float you to fifth world whuzz. Hand-collaged and hand-assembled covers. Edition of 53
HVAC Scrape
(Chocolate Monk) CDR $8.00 (Out-of-stock)
COMING SOON. Those far more filthy and grime-encrusted might try and turn their grate and scour bedlam into a heavy cosh to bash your noggin in. However, these two refined greaseballs like to wrong-foot us punters and instead enshroud their fragmented dumpster dreck and in a cloud of David Jackman dust before blowing it up our nasal cavities like a heavy dose of ceremonial snuff. Careful with that tepi, Arnold. Or take it from Brant himself, who says, “Abstracted shrapnel tuned to scrape. Floating on boards, creaking with waves. Soaked in St Bernardus Abt 12, and choked by smoke. Twelve natural acts captured live to device.” Edition of 60
Instant Pause
(Happy Endings) Cassette $15.00
Once-forbidden but now at liberty to make its existence known, Shin Chida’s tour cassette contains all the tape and contact mic noise, loops, and sweet burning murk redolent of an overcast Oberlin exhumation. C34