While we was cruisin up I65 on the way to our new home in Philadelphia, me & MG decided we was gonna spend a night in Louisville, Ky. Neither of us'd been there in forever; I think the last time for me was some Tubes concert in the late 70's & she said she'd once come there to stalk somebody from Circle X cause she wanted to steal his soul. Whatever! We get off the interstate & start lookin for a motel. Unbeknownst to us, a Piggly Wiggly convention was goin full tilt in the city & had a gridlock on everything. Howard Johnston's, Super 8, Best Western...you name it, it was booked. So we figured we'd bite the bullet & head downtown to the Seelback & the lap of luxury for a night. But when I asked about a room the sweet smellin, lavender scented man behind the front desk got one look at us & pointed his finger back the direction from where we'd came. I was fit to be tied & frustrated like a motherfucker. So I said "Hey mister can you tell me where a man might find a bed?" He just grinned & shook my hand. "No" was all he said.
But to hell with all that. There's plenty that's top notch about Louisville. They make a fine baseball bat, there's the Kentucky Derby, mint julep's & that cemetery where George Rogers Clark is buried. I think the Flavor Flav fella from Pavement make's his home there too. Well, you can add to the A list a collective who call themselves Valley Of The Ashes & whose entry into a certain exclusive club is a debut triple lp entitled 'Cavehill Hunters Attrition'.
To my recollection this is only the 3rd time I've encountered such a preposterous introduction. Chronologically (to me) the 1st was 1/2 Japanese's 'Half Gentlemen/Not Beasts' then Zweistein's 'Trip, Flipout & Meditation'. Of course the Zweistein thing is a concept so I guess you could say it needs the 6 sides to properly convey the head to toe experience. As for the 1/2 Jap box, there are those who will tell you the Fair Bro's should've condensed it into a single lp. But I can't imagine that release as anything other what it is; a 6 headed monster of unbridled, full tilt, spasmic beauty. And the same can be said for this VOTA package. I'm sure they had their detractors but they turned a deaf ear. As well they should. The languorous journey of 'Cavehill Hunters' glides through the mist of Nippon avant loner psych, across & beyond the fjords of cracked Scandinavian DIY folk & down through a fog where they are at once embraced by the continental space whisper of Gilli Smyth & the singular, non-industrial Anglo creak of early Nurse With Wound. All this while bein planted somewhere between a corn bin near the outskirts of Jefferson County & a liquor barge docked on the Ohio River. It's as marvelous & powerful as a bottle of Woodford Reserve & were you to mix the two, then you've got a party without boundaries. Which says to me 'chaperone'. You got my email. Drop me a line. I'd gladly man a tumbler for such a momentous event. Hell, I'd even crush some ice if ya asked me!
As for availability, I have it on good faith that these're en route to various distributors as I write. There's only 500, so strike while the iron's hot. Try http://www.midheaven.com/