Nest
(Krim Kram) CD $15.00
“NEST is an expression of how I feel about home as refuge, of which everyone is deserving, but it’s also an expression of my deep sadness about the seizure of home, occupation of land, and the violence of colonization,” explains Amanda Feery. “NEST is a Mass for the Tenant, not a Mass in the traditional sense, but I see the piece as a Mass for the tenants of the past and the present. NEST is also a critical response to the theme of home in Éamon de Valera’s 1943 radio address, ‘On Language and the Irish Nation.’ With a libretto by Eimear Walshe, the line, ‘they come to make a ruin’ repeats throughout the piece like a congregational response. A line that traverses periods and regions, it conjures different scenarios, from landlords to military forces to hired goons. The piece went in an unconscious musical direction of a Mass, channeling de Valera’s sermon-like delivery of his 1943 broadcast, but I have realized I was getting at something else. Our relationships with where we live and where we call home, our ‘nest,’ can embody a certain sacredness, even when those who have powers over where we live do not treat it as such. NEST carries a double meaning for this reason; it can be a place of total refuge and comfort, but it can also represent the seizure of property, of illegal occupation, and colonization. The critical relationship with de Valera’s antiquated, idealistic notion of the home is placed in stark contrast with the inherent violence of the privatization of shelter and the disruption of the nest.”
Play Drums
(Krim Kram) CD $15.00
All acoustic follow-up to Passenger (tsss tapes, 2023), dedicated to Tim Barnes.
Virgin Brood
(Krim Kram) LP $30.00
In which Thomas LaRoche complements his side hustles (insect breeder and secondhand book seller).
Non-Disclosure Agreement
(Tailnia) Cassette $12.00
The traveling in time and space of noises, words, and sound of indeterminate origin seems to be an on-going concern of S. Glass. They jump, flicker, rebound, ooze, and disintegrate across and around the audio field like bits of overheard gossip. Pacing, texture, and point-of-view are all over the place, and yet the two 20-minute tracks, plus the second in a series of short Fluxus actions, are assembled with peculiar deliberateness. Non-Disclosure Agreement might be insane but it’s not irrational. c40. Includes free download
Most Of The World Is Empty Space
(Krim Kram) CD $15.00
On the live recording from pre-pandemic Vilnius, Lithuania, buzzing concrète sound events evolve slowly with percussive elements, cassette tape pause-button screech, and cheap microphones used as filters to channel the tape deck ghost drones, while the post-pandemic live recording from Leipzig, Germany, is a bit more of performance-based with tapes, cheap synthesizers swooshing in and out of the dictaphone sound palette, and the percussive sound of objects thrown around the room.
Dinosaurs WIth Horns
(Krim Kram) CD $15.00
The woozy magic of this first-time CD reissue combines musical qualities with discombobulated weirdness. Spontaneous synchronicities emerge as plunderphonic vinyl meets loops and Optigan rhythms. Dinosaurs with Horns crawled out of this surreal swamp, galumphing into the hazy LA smog, and have been bombastically wandering since 1984. Includes color pics from the recording sessions.
The Root, The Interim
(Krim Kram) CD $15.00
This tape composition in four parts draws on the influences of musique concrète, cinema, and dub. Constructed over 14 months in 2022-3, it is a tour of parks, hotels, kitchens, churches, utility rooms. Obstacles are encountered; objects tested, discarded or transported from one space to another; recordings endlessly played back and forth through different media; song fragments forgotten and remembered; voluntaries recorded on a Foley stage.
DIURNAL BURDENS / ANDREW M. JARVIS
Precedes
(Krim Kram) CD $15.00
Precedes commingles, splices, folds, hacks, jolts, and smears blank dictaphone, cassette, reel-to-reel, and magnetic sheets into a rather sprawling and dynamic 40-minute album.
Don’t Let Me Be A Burden
(Krim Kram) CD $15.00
“In Uptown Bogland things sound great ‘cardboard humans fall to pieces’ was top-forty and the money was rolling in I should not have trusted dad I knew his weakness for the horse god but I am Dan Koelacanth I am a simple man I do not use spell check auto-correct I don’t monitor levels or worry about excessive treble this CD from the Krim Kram label may bring trouble to your door so tool-up ready don’t let the unexpected topple your sanity be caring generous loving do not be swayed by the habits of monsters YES this audio recording contains one million edits shoved left shoved right YES it is an atrocity unlistenable noise how can someone shout so much when their gob is full of mud IS IT ALL A MISTAKE” —Dai K
ANTOINE CHESSEX / DAVE PHILLIPS
Vrhältnis
(Krim Kram) CD $15.00
Originally recorded in Switzerland, filed away, and then reworked, manipulated, layered and decomposed in Zürich and in Thailand 20 years later, the obvious point of entry is musique concrète with strong noise and heavy electronics elements, yet the strange ritual unfolding here possesses a particular distant quality — the creators’ specific gravity and distinct compositional traits concealed behind accumulating densities. Running through both pieces is a haunting vocal presence drawn from the Silvesterchlausen tradition of northeastern Switzerland — an ancient Alpine ritual of winter processions — raw and untethered, arriving from no fixed point, eerie and unmoored. Deep in the forest, spectral voices surface and dissolve.
A Merchant’s Nightmare
(Krim Kram) CD $15.00
The nine spontaneous explorations of decrepit and barren, post-industrial playgrounds (shabby and halfway burnt to the ground) by this Berlin trio vaguely align with 20th century Italian improv and Morricone’s more far-out soundtracks, while also bringing to mind a European variant of weird and deconstructed jazz, strong on melody, fuzzy surface work, and trance-inducing, half-dissociated dream logic. Ancient and sci-fi, soothing and abrasive.
MORGAN EVANS-WEILER / LUKE MARTIN
Pleiades
(Phons) CD $12.00
Improvised live recordings from 2017 with an expansive sense of simplicity and togetherness. The environments and the bodies present in Holyoke, Buffalo, and Baltimore imbue the sounds of the performers’ no-input mixing board, cassettes, violin, sine tones with indistinct crosscurrents of lightness and heaviness, clarity and darkness, stasis and dynamism. Alongside subtly shifted pressures of the room, time slows and slips in these improvisatory currents, marked by unexpected points, across all three recordings, of a faint sonic and spatial constellation.
Posterior Vitreous Detachment
(Nyahh) 2xCD $16.75 (Out-of-stock)
COMING SOON. "Beyond timing, past masterfully braided timbres, the six sides and 128 minutes of Posterior Vitreous Detachment aren’t just gorgeous musically, they are the lost sound library of Alexandria itself, an indefatigable degustation, squirming sushi along an undulating conveyor one glutting morsel climbing onto another, the eaten eating, a rising gorge of nascent hunger so that somehow there is room for all of it. S*Glass sustains 20-minute tracks without once tiring or sating or abusing the supple insides of the listener. Restraint is his secret. The admission of sampled speech sets the leg spasming at the phantom itch of language context. But it’s gone just as quickly, mind’s fading laugh, oh, then back again! And gone. This music is pieced together from silent scavengery. Found objects fleeing a burning field, spotted with a falcon’s eye, neatly picked off and tucked into their place, adorning a monstrous nest. There are scenes here we’ll never see for all the choking smoke. Search your thoughts as you listen and you’ll find you simply aren’t there. This is demonic music, a hologram in sound and sense, the parergon unseen, flushing us out. Beyond sensory immersion there are conceptual analogs to all these tracks as wide in sweep as the sound and timbres are deep in fathom. You’ll feel but never know them. Look into the face of this incalculable dimension, hope it returns a glance, trying your best for neoteny so it won’t snap, or, worse, ignore you. Hope the world keeps communicating its dimension, keeps probing you through the epidermal veil, hope for a buzzing plane above, distant screams of strangers behind, unstartable motors, raving expectorations, yes, tuneless ragtime against a church-steeple carillon, ache for a rusted car door, radio sizzle, diving-board rebound, stammering phonemes. What does it want? What is wanting?" —pHarmar Histamine
See and hear "See You 'round the Internment Camp" here: https://youtu.be/sMqmOIL18z4?si=yVN2dDUl344CSY45
Blob #4
(Neil Martinson) Magazine $12.00
Finding the Findlays; Red Hot Scandals of 1968; Calling Earl Hindeman; Mnasidika / Bacanale; Joseph and Peggy Sarno; Take My Head! (Vice Versa); Francis Ellis / Jack Bravman; Meeting Jeff Jacob Lourie; Shadows and Visitations; Sitting with Roberta Findlay. 56pp.
Rippelpics & Rippelsounds
(Chocolate Monk) Magazine + CDR $13.50
Up at dawn, sweating like a dog, all senses afire, Dan Melchior wails into the void and uses his best crayons to make you some pix. The struggle is real, disappointment is not an option. Enter the puce room of his illusions at your own leisure. Edition of 50
Forever 12
(Chocolate Monk) Cassette $8.00
Brian Ruryk, the harmless guitar bully, whose bark is worse than his bite. Andrew No C Zukerman, the sound effect collector, audio pathfinder, maker of fine quilts (also known as Fleshtone Aura). When attempting to conjure the entity that is Cuddles, perhaps think big, loopy Baby Huey type cartoon character, or perhaps the sound of a male voice being sloooooowwwwwwed waaaaaaaayyyy the fuck doooooowwwnn. Both artists’ trademarks survive: broad moves; botched clots; supra precision; magic kingdom; asterisks; ellipses. Yes, it’s all here, my friends! Edition of 50
At the Buttock End
(Chocolate Monk) CDR $7.00
Hi, me again, no reception. Soft estrangement, isn’t it. White-chested laughing thrush? Somewhere between the Donisthorpe Colliery winding wheel, some chalk banks and Maghera beach’s open lagoon and delayed cliff echoes. Strung out, desperately cupping. Alfred got caught at the buttock end, RIP. Well, anyway. I’ll be thick for you here so you can go along now smarting, right? I’d say raise your head a bit and get breath in the pipes, maybe clout the keeper. And the field crisps up, mind you. Fol de rol, tora lie day. Edition of 50
Live at Bar Isshee
(Chocolate Monk) CDR $7.00
In these times of tit-imposed tariffs, Uncle Shonky and Little Big Man step up with an ear tax that is guaranteed to leave the more sensitive listener bow brained. This tête à tête of shop-bought and home-brewed electronics might have given ol’ Dave Tudor cavities but you respiring dweebs can wallow in the electrode slurp, drill, pitter and crunkle while feeling all the more peepy for it. Almost 80 minutes blissfully free of the curse of music. Cover art by Bill “The Face” Nace. Edition of 60