B'low It's Me.....Todd Blowbox & The New Records From Meds

Last post I mentioned this guy I know, Todd Blowbox, who fancies himself a fortune teller or mystic or some hogwash. Well, you can add THIEF to his list of accomplishments too! That's right, while he was stayin here he up & stole a couple new records what I had slated for review on account of the 'weird vibes' they was emittin off to him. The guy is a fuckin dingaling. Actually he's a friend of MG's, they worked together at some co-op & all's we knowed him by for a long time was Todd. But then we went bowlin w/him out to his old neighborhood in Upper Darby & all the bowlers was yellin at him 'IT'S TODD BLOWBOX'! & makin faces at him or laughin. It got Todd so upset we had to leave right before the 10th frame w/me bowlin a perfect game! Furious ain't the word for how I was feelin as he broke down & told his story as we rode the El back into town. I guess when he was a kid the older boys had this box they made w/holes cut out in it, they'd hijack Todd, put him in the box & make him.....hey, if you know the joke about the lumberjack & the barrel, it's along those lines.It was kind've disturbin to tell you the truth. His real name is Todd Brady but somehow that horrible nickname stuck (something about keepin it as a 'punk name' for a band he was in back in the 80's. I was tryin not to pay too much attention). He's a unique lookin fella too; real tall (I'd say about 6'5") & reed thin, he's got this one tooth that sorta stick out the right side of his mouth & he looks like a cross between John Waters & Dagwood Bumstead. He's a presence, that's for sure. Now all this time since I never called him Todd Blowbox to his face, but would use it as a clarifier if need be. You know, if someone said 'Todd who'? & it was him, I'd say 'Todd Blowbox'. Then they be like 'oh yeah, that guy'. But at some point not long ago he went through some transformation & got all metaphysical, was goin on about crystals & runes, tea leaves.....it was weird. So one day he says, 'R-Be, it's okay. I've accepted that I will forever be Todd Blowbox. It is my lot in life. Call it karma if you like, but it no longer bothers me. And I'm sorry about your perfect game that time. But you'll do it again. I saw it in the future". So cut to this past week; he shows up, needs a place to crash for a while, then up & leaves because he's not 'feelin the love' & on top of that, takes 2 records because of their 'projected aura'. Fuck him, I can't get a handle on it, but whatever, here's the note he left in lieu of a review. Thankfully we had a spare copy of the Eat Skull 7" stashed away or we could've kissed any photo reprint goodbye. Todd Blowbox.....he's gonna wish he was back in that thing if I ever see him again:


R-Be & Miriam-

Sorry to do this, but I have been battling the intensity of your space since I 1st arrived. There is a lot of hostile energy in that house, not the least of which was eminating from your cats. The one called Bormann actually took a shit in my toiletry bag. That sort of did it for me. I thought I might be able to ward off whatever bad mojo by playing one of your records, something that seemed positive. I had chosed the Sun Supreme lp without really checking out the artwork first. I thought it would be warm & positive. As it started to amble to life, I studied the cover design-which was incredibly transfixing-then the reverse, which sent shivvers up & down my spine. That room......it's very much a resemblance of that perverted box I was forced to sit in and...perform! And those initials.......the names were all coming back, I could almost smell the stench of their rotten Irish crotches; SS=Seamus Sweeney, LT or Liam Teagan, CG aka Craig Grogan, RT-Rory Wynn, AB is Austin Brody & worst of all, the one we called simply-ENNIS. He was evil personified. He put me in the box every day, sometimes more than once. My mouth was sore more than a few times from working overtime on ENNIS. My mother would beat me at home because I wouldn't eat dinner. How could I? My stomach was full! I couldn't concentrate on the music, it was making me lightheaded & faint. I swore I was hearing something akin to the Yanomamos ep or that Square 9 'Tsunami' lp but I just couldn't focus. The walls were closing in! So I've had to take this lp for further investigation. I also saw this 7" by a band called Eat Skull that was on the same label which I think is called Meds. I assure you, there are meds in MY future & by the sound of things on this ep, Eat Skull have ingested their share of meds as well. I can see what you mean by a Hole Class/'Tally Ho' filter, but really this is so depraved, it reminds me more of some sick fucking orgy between Ex Blank Ex & Chronic Sick. I mean I know it's Pop that's just sped up & buried to the max, but listen to 'Things I Did When I Dyed My Hair'& tell me you don't hear 'Your Full Of Shit' or 'Dress Code'. Your full of shit then! And that name.....I hope you have your lights on. Just thinking about it scares the holy f'n gosh gee willickers out of moi! You know what a band like Eat Skull is capable of? Girl Fights. Go ahead, laugh, but it's true. This kind of music just makes girls want to start sucker punching each other & I know you think it's funny, but when that happens, it's about the sorriest shit you could ever want to see. Eat Skull. Girls fights. Same difference, trust me.
The bottom line is thus; I wish I could say I borrowed these records but I didn't. That doesn't mean I stole them, just that your not getting them back. They are too weird & demented. Things are happening on both of them that is beyond either of your comprehesion level's. R-Be, I know you think your above such reproach but you are not. With those records in your collection you were in both mortal & spiritual danger. You might say they are too good to be allowed to be owned.There is only one thing to do with records like these & it's bury them.Bury them deep & very far away. Like in a desert. Or an old well. Perhaps burn them 1st. My crystal ball says that if music like this isn't located & contained soon, society as it is currently known is doomed. And that means no bowling, so you can kiss that 300 goodbye! I must find the maniac behind the Meds label & neutralize him/her immediately. It's the least I can do considering what I've heard. You can thank me later.

Here's hoping I'm not to late,

Todd 'Blowbox' Brady

(check out Eat Skull at; www.myspace.com/eatskull & purchase Meds releases directly from the source at; http://www.exiledrecords.com/ or via http://www.forcedexposure.com/ & http://www.fusetronsound.com/)

Whip It Good.....New Releases from Mattress & Tyvek

It sure has been the year for fish-eyed, tweaked-out 7"er's hasn't it? By the pound too it seems like, giant nets full've noise & pop mackerels, hoisted on board to be picked over or thrown back. And sure enough there's always the one's what get tucked away in the hold to keep for yourself. From my recent trowelings this new ep from Mattress would fit that bill to a T. It's also the debut release on the Malt Duck label, captained by none other than Fuzzbox Flynn over to KDVS so I needn't have worried that I was gonna get hornswoggled by some precosity or affectation (hello Olympia!). In fact, I was so tickled by the aural results I made a malt duck sangria in order to further imbibe in the swagger of this Mattress fella. I've heard some genteel peepin about his similarities to Alan Vega & Suicide but I don't think the paleo dark/space vibe (what resonates from Suicide to my node) is all that prominent. I mean, it's there-if you want it to be-but scratch your ears a little faster & hear trickles 'n blurts what's remininscent of Minimal Man, Pyrolator & (early) Quintron. It a man & his machines, primed & pulsating, up against it w/not a worry in the world. It's not naivete folks, it's bravado & personally.....I like his odds. Order here; http://www.maltduckrecords.com/

Also, another entry what's sure to breeze into a top whatever at years end is this long awaited double 7"er from Tyvek c/o the What's Your Rupture? label. For a couple've yrs now WYR? have been perfecting a standard of excellence what's bein carried over from trademark Anglo labels such as Whaam!, Creation or 53rd & 3rd, releasin handmade & stamped vinyl from the likes of The Long Blondes, Comet Gain, Cause Co-Motion & Love Is All. So just when I think I got'em sussed they up & deliver this 4 sider from perhaps one of the tippest of the toppest bands workin the circuit in the here & now. Cherry picked off the 'Fast Metabolism' cdr-which I have played near to death-Tyvek effortlessly connect w/a 1-2 combination that seems fueled by equal parts Fast-era Mekons & Scars as well as Happy Squid's own Urinals & 100 Flowers. Nobody jolts back the juice with quite the same gusto as these guys & I for one could stand an LP's worth of tuneage from Los Tyvek's asap.Check'em out at; www.myspace.com/tyvekmusic & order the dbl 7" from http://www.midheaven.com/
also, check out the WYR page; http://www.whatsyourrupture.com/

I got lot's more what to gab about but your gonna have to give me a day to sort'em all out. Just when I thought I was done w/company & ol' Bull headed off to parts unknown, who comes along but Todd Blowbox, here in town to attend a convention for fortunetellers & the like. He's got some fancy name now, calls himself The Amazin Somethinorother, but he'll always be Todd Blowbox to me. It takes all kind's that much is for sure. Maybe I'll get him to break out the crystal ball for a few reviews. Until then, keep'em comin!

The Past Sure Is Tense.....Getting To The Bottom of the 'Thai Record' LP

Like I said, me & Turley...we likes to have a good time. And since we ain't seen one another in a lifetime, the other night we got deep into it. Around 3am I pulled out this record what we used to listen to when we was over in the shit that has been-unbelievably-repressed. No shit, I seen the cover at a shop & knowed I'd seen it before. The clerk told me some story about it bein a cd once put out by a Swedish prankster & some story about how there's theories about it being either the Sun City Girls or No Neck Blues Band. I don't know fuck about any of that claptrap, all I know is that I'd seen that cover & it was very familiar. It was 12$ so fuck it, I bought one. Took it home & forgot about it. Then the other night I remembered it & put it on & it was like a flashback to tunnels of Cu Chi. It gave us the fuckin chills! We then decided to call some old friends & confirm that it was the same record 'cause I thought we was buggin out. The one fella who'd first turned us onto the record we couldn't find, but we managed to locate our old comrade Delray & leave a message on his voice mail. As you'll see below in his email, he was able to roger the album & confirm w/a photo. The eyes don't lie. Take that Siamese Temple Ball!



Yo, Woody Woodbe & Bull Turley! What are you 2 old motherfuckers doin callin me at 4 o'clock in the fuckin mornin askin me about some damn record from back in the day? Ain't you got no sense? Shit! Man, of course I remember that motherfuckin album. I used to call it 'The Cobra' cause it was so beautiful & mesmerizing but once we got to smokin that mountain shit that music would strike you dead. What was them mountain people's called I forget (the Montagnards-RW) but whatever it was, the stuff they growed was unbelievable. It was like that medical shit you can get nowadays, man, blow your fuckin mind. But yeah, that record was Teddy Sinninger's jam. That was some tracks he laid down w/some Army Ranger bro's of his from New Jersey & they had it pressed somewhere, Taiwan or some shit, I can't exactly remember. I do remember when Teddy got'em back & he took a stack over to the PX & told everybody it some sorta Cong rock band. And all them artillery motherfucks thought it was some VC shit! And he sold'em all! That motherfucker was crazy! Shit I still got a picture w/him holdin a copy, dig it, there's Woody, Turley, me & Teddy with his record (see above). Motherfucker took that thing everywhere. I don't know how they did it but they made that music sound GOOD! What was that shit you was talkin Woody? Something about a Sun City Girl or a No Necked Blue Man? I don't know what you 2 assholes is snortin but that shit ain't my bag. I still gots the copy he gave me somewhere but I ain't played that thing in years. My son-the one that got the gay & moved out to Olympia, Wa-said somebody had made a cd out of it. And now your sayin it's a record again? Is this some kind of a motherfuckin joke? Did that honky-ass Teddy Sinninger tell you to call me & with this bullshit? Motherfuckers.....you ever come down here to Atlanta & I will PERSONALLY cut off both your all's dicks & feed'em to one of Michael Vicks dogs. But seriously, it would be good if you crazy bastards come this way. I still get into some herbable shit & I like my Mexican beers. Fuck Budweiser. And Michelob too. Get on down here! And don't call me no more w/your silly-ass shit. Peace to you both. Out.
Delray King

Semper Fidelis.....Yet Another 7" Roundup

One of my Marine bud's from back in the Vietnam days(I done a tour there in '71) come up to stay w/me for a couple weeks, so say hello to Bill ('Bull') Turley. We's know each other since boot camp & has got into all kinds of scraps together through the yrs. One of Bull's favorite motto's is 'I'm damned if I do & damned if I do'! Get about 15 shots of whiskey in him & that's about all you'll hear too. And don't even think about takin that Pink Floyd record off unless you's is lookin for a fight ( 'Atom Heart Mother',Camp Pendelton, Ca Nov., 1970 & 'Animals'-8 track version-a car, US Route 52, just outside Morrisville, Ind., June, 1977). Anyways, I played this here bunch of new singles for him & this' what he had to say on their behalf. He's also fond of making recommendations, ie., records HE'D rather hear, so I've include them as well;

No Doctors-T-Bone Pts 1& 2

"That's a good lookin Porterhouse they got on the cover. It's hard to tell if it's the same one on both sides but I reckon it must be. What kind of a fuckin idiot would buy 2 steaks just to put'em on the cover of a 7" record? Remember them steaks we had that time in Japan just before we got rotated back to SD? Them was Kobe & the Japs that farm'em give'em whiskey, beer, massages....and they ain't even officers (laughter). Not a bad life.....till they put that bullet through yr brain when you don't expect it. No sir, them Kobe cows live pretty damn good. Better'n most folks I know & to tell you the truth, I'll take the cows over the people any day! Cows don't talk back. And you can eat'em. Are the Meister Brau's cold yet"?
(Recommended listening; Montrose- 'Jump On It')
http://www.nodoctors.com/



Little Claw/Michael Yonkers-split 7"

'Little Claw huh? Does Little Claw got a camel toe (much laughter)? I like'em, she reminds me of that singer Diamanda Galas for some reason. Now that woman could scare the pecker off a fella if he weren't expectin it. The band's good too, I'm thinkin they sound like that Swedish one, Butter Utter. Now there's a band what shoulda made an album! Diamanda Galas + Butter Utter=Little Claw. I like this new math (laughter).
What's the deal w/this Michael Yonkers dude? People say he's not to be ignored but in this case I'm willin to make an exception".
(Recommended listening; James Gang-'Rides Again')
http://www.x-recordings.com/

Tickley Feather/Bermuda Triangles-Split 7"
"Well she sure is a cute little thing! How come her legs is blue? Is she a hemophiliac? Yeah, I can see the Gili Smyth angle you was talkin about. How come I keep thinkin of the Y Pants? She's got a psychedelic DIY thing goin on even if them shoes she's wearin on the cover look about 10 sizes too big. Maybe that's all she can afford. Weirdly charming. The Grappa I mean (laughter).
This Burmuda Triangles guy looks like the Egyptian fella at the smoke shop I go to that's always tryin to sell me Shermans. And everytime I says to him, 'NO THANK YOU. IN THIS COUNTRY WE SMOKE MARLBOROS'. This ain't doin it for me. I keep thinkin of Skafish & for once, that seems like a good idea".
(recommended listening; Yes-'Relayer')
http://www.cnprecords.com/


The Amoeba Men-Enter!

"You know, when all the people talk about Chrome & the 'Chrome Influence', what they mean is the Chrome from 77-82. But there was them albums that Damon made as Chrome in the mid/late 80's that folks tend to forget about.Not the Amoeba Men! You get to believin somethings good-even if it ain't-& then next thing you know, you've sold yourself on it. Remember that time you brought back that Classix Nouveaux 12" ('Inside Outside/Every Home Should Have One) & tried to convice yourself it was good cause you'd spent money on it? Man that was hilarious (much laughter)! That record SUCKED! This Amoeba Men record is ALOT like that time, except we know better. And it was free".
(recommended listening; Rush-'2112')
http://www.cnprecords.com/


Tyvek/Cheveu Split 7"


"What's the deal w/all these split records? Is the bands so cheap they can't fill up 2 sides? For once here's a couple I'd like to hear a lot more from. These Tyvek boys really remind me of 'Never Been In A Riot' era Mekons. 100 what? Oh, 100 Flowers, sure, there's some of that workin too. Really good stuff. And you say the other bands from France? Please give them my sincerest apologies (laughter). Now these guys know the GOOD Chrome records. This' kinda like something from the 1st witchy mix off 'Alien Soundtracks' before it got fucked up or condensed or whatever happened to them subsequent pressings. I'm headed over to France later this year. I've always wanted to see Normandy Beach. Maybe I'll get down to liberate Paris for these guys while I'm there (laughter). This one's a keeper.
(recommended listening- Roxy Music-'For Your Pleasure')
http://www.s-srecords.com/


His Electro Blue Voice-Fog/Das
"Remember the Rough Trade shop in San Fran?. Great store, all kinds of weird shit that you'd never find anywhere else. That's where I got the 'Nag, Nag, Nag' 7" back in the day. I went there one other time around '85 or so & it had moved. Still had some killer stuff, like this one 7" I got from an Italian band, Rivolta Dell' Odio, that had the most amazing post industrial, creeped out Goth thing goin on. Just totally fried shit & I ain't never heard anything like'em before or since. Till now. These guys nailed it. And they're Italian too? This is like the 2nd coming of the 'Il Cuore Della Bestia' ep! Amazing. Where does the S-S Records guy find this stuff? Hey, more power to him. He ain't shit the bed once this year. His Electro Blue Voice huh? The names a little....you know what....but they tear it up. Keep'em comin!
(recommended listening;Hawkwind-'Hall Of The Mountain Grill')
http://www.s-srecords.com/

From The Desk Of Crocodile Dundee.....XNo BBQX & Pulled Out Records

I know, I know, your tired of the excuses. I'm sorry. My life is an endless series of crisis & chaos, what can I say? Imagine if I had to make this shit up! No chance've that, I ain't got the mind to conjure up such folderol. The truth is strange enough.
Oof........I just spent the better part of this month in an 'advisory' position. I weren't allowed to say exactly what my investigatin consisted of, but now that it's done, I can let the cat outta the bag. I'd been employed-in a "friend of a friend" sorta way-by someone at Tastykake to make some stock certificates go away. I don't now how many of you's out there is familiar w/Gary Heidnik (he was a local sicko who the Buffalo Bill character in 'Silence Of The Lambs' was based on) but evidently he made a small fortune investin in the company & it seems......well......let's just say that while ol' Gare might be long gone, them stocks was still earnin. The money was pilin up, but no one inside wanted to touch it fearin some kind've implication by the press or whoever might spark up a fuss. My job was to find & neutralize them dividends, get the money out & into a "charity" then walk away as if it had never happened. I can't say that I was so interested in such a cloak 'n dagger operation but I do love the shit outta them Butterscotch Krimpets & my contact said if I could make this problem disappear, I could eat them things-gratis-till I turned into one. Needless to say, such incentive helped propel me into doin a job well done. If you ain't ever had the pleasure of eatin such a delectable morsel as a Butterscotch Krimpet, waste no time & go to http://www.tastykake.com/ & order a case forthwith. They may not be food but man are they good!
But now that that's over I can concentrate on some more entertainin matters at hand. I've been hearin lot's of great stuff comin outta Australia lately & seein as how we's all live in a global village I figured it was time to take a virtual walkabout through their outback've noise. Or at least trumpet the doins over to the Pulled Out clubhouse. My 1st exposure to the (sub) genius of the label was by way of XNoBBQX, a rockin little duo who use sludge as a mascara. They had a cdr entitled 'Sunshine Of Your Love' that seemed to molecularly breakdown Harry Pussy & Mouthus into a vat of bubbling acidic porridge, each sputter slowly mushrooming then bursting into explosive SPLATS of such corrosive excellence that I had to track'em down & get the recipe. Known most days as Nick Dan & Matt Earle, they informed me that SOYL was but the tip of their iceberg & was kind enough to load me up w/all sort's of mayhem they had up their sleeves. XNoBBQX does seem to be the flagship band & if you got some time, check out their Myspace page for sounds & videos galore. You'll be smilin so tight your friends will swear you got a turd in your pocket. Who knows, maybe you do. Even Mr. Mogul over to Siltbreeze Records was so taken with'em he's doin 'Sunshine Of Your Love' as a limited edition lp, due the end of August. Then as I was gettin so I just about had my geezerly brain wrapped around the XNoBBQX (I guess the name insinuates hardcore veganism as Matt & Nick claim to be hardcore vegans. Shit, some of my favorite things to eat is vegans. I'm pretty hardcore about it too!) I get the Antipan & UnAustralians lp's & boy was I swimmin in it. Antipan teams'em up w/a fella named Sumugan & another what goes by Anthony (let's not forget Pete Blamey on desk 'n effects either) to produce a riveting one-sided bumper crop of tempered, post scrap heap minimalistic beauty. List makers & followers worldwide should waste no time by putting quill to stationery in an attempt to procure a copy of this fine LP ("Dear Mr. Pulled Out, I would like to purchase....."). The crystal ball says it will soon become an obscure object of desire & as such, shall surely enjoy a fond, evened rememberance somewhere in the annals of the future by that sauve diarist of the Avant Garde, Alan Licht. As there are only 275 copies available, time is of the essence. I won't tease you w/all the extras it comes with either. Ya gotta pay to play! On the UnAustralians lp you'll find neither Nick or Matt but instead the duo of Ein & Aus. These two spray their contempt through the air like a spread of rusted buckshot that obliterates the synapses 'n cells like early Boredoms or those Neo's records. A Martian Brain Squeeze indeed! The thing is they's claim to be grindcore, albiet, subverted-like.Admittedly I ain't got the greatest grasp on grindcore, so I'll take their word for it (I stand by the Boredoms & Neo's call too). This record can really suck the carcinogens outta the air & I gotta tell ya, I feel healthier just writin about it. This lp could add tears, I mean, YEARS to your collection & if you's is from outside Australia, you'll get a dvd download of our heroes in action. The room was closin in on me by the time I go to the Sun Of The Seventh Sister chapter of this Antipodean odyssey. SSS could best be described as a moderne-day festival style band, sort've like Here & Now if they'd been influenced more by Xenakis & Butthole Surfers than Gong or Daevid Allan. If you'd ever wondered what Hawkwind sounded like in that tent after they'd blowed up your eardrums & your lobes was caked w/blood, here it is. Pulled Out went & done a 3xlp lathe set what's now out of print (#'rd ed. of 21) but an offshoot of Pulled Out, Breakdance The Dawn (run by-suprise!-Matt Earle) has available a 6xcassette set of the SSS New Zealand tour housed in magnificent recycled material just waiting for 15 lucky fans to pony up. If you've been hankerin to get started on diggin that hole to China, Sun Of The Seventh Sister LIVE sprawled out over 6 tapes would be a most suitable soundtrack.
What else can I say? The Pulled Out Posse is a very busy bunch. And so should you; go on, limber up them fingers, make sure you got a good writin pen & paper. Get that keyboard all fired up too.Wait till you see the whites of their lines, I mean, EYES then email; http://www.pulledout.org/ , www.myspace.com/xnobbqx & http://www.halftheory.com/ for a deluge of aural action & adventures. And remember; XNoBBX 'Sunshine Of Your Love' LP (pictured above) AVAILABLE 8/21 ON SILTBREEZE RECORDS. Check http://www.midheaven.com/ & http://www.siltbreeze.com/ for further details.

The Odds Are Good But The Goods Are Odd.....Reviews Galore!

I FINALLY got the green light to vamoose from the hospital up to Maine. There was some lingerin business about an abscess on my cheek but they took a laser & cut the thing right out. The wonders of modern medicine.So here I am, fit as a fiddle. Nice folks what I've met too. I'd especially like to thank Doctor Lambsy for all the graftin & reconstructive surgery as well as for the amazin Lobster bisque he brought in on a daily basis. If I get the gout doc, I'll know who to blame! And a big heartfelt thanks to Nurse Maresy for her salacious bedside manner & for bringin in a copy of 'The Yankee Kama Sutra' so's WE could prove (that must've been some nursin program, wow!) it was simply a joke book. We sure had a time of it! Remember sweetie; just 'cause you do it 'doggy style' don't make you a dog. Ruff! Ruff!!
Of course what do I see when I get home? Just a table full've stuff for perusal is all. Tons of it.Some's will take longer than others, but here's gaggle what's needs gettin sorted out PRONTO;


Some cd from a band called The Bloggers come & stunk up the room. They seem to have a crush on Half Japanese 'cause they name check'em a few times in their widdle pwess wewease. I dunno, affected vocals,detuned guitars & "hapazard drums"....why does these bands always insist on blamin 1/2 Jap on account of the suck? I'll admit, the last couple things Jad & Co. released weren't all that, but spannin 30 yrs of releases, that's bound to happen. The Bloggers shit the bed right outta the gate! Like Colonel Kraut used to say; 'If this was Normandy they'd be dead on the beach." I think they's looking for a label too. Hey Darla, check out www.myspace.com/thebloggers I think these guys might be that quirky indie-rock band you've been lookin for.

Two cd's come over from the U.K. by an outfit called The Sundowners & I guess they is so cheap, I mean, CONFIDENT in their banality that they didn't bother to send nothin but the disc's! No artwork, press, zilch. If I didn't know better I'd have thought it was a new one from Black Angels which just goes to show you that like herpes or anal warts, thousands of cases of shameless, affected, run-of-the mill fashion releases go undetected every year. For an example, or just a good laugh, go here; www.myspace.com/sundownersound

Fonal's got a new untitled release by Kemialliset Ystavat on the market & I gotta say, this bunch just get's better 'n better. Pipmaster Jan Anderzen says the Finnish press ain't had much nice things to say about it but perhaps that's on account that this one sounds more "mature" than some of them earlier 4-track jobbies. I dunno, to my ears they seem to be enterin a realm that recalls Ptose or early Der Plan which is a GOOD PLACE on my brain-ranch. Available on 3 formats too; http://www.fonal.com/

Also from Finland, Avarus is got a new lp in tandum w/a current US tour that's makin it's way around the eastern US. 'Rasvaaja' is more of the patented lunar surface orgasmos-core that I have come to expect from these swilling shamen of earth 'n electricity. Live set I witnessed the other night was easily one of the highlights for my year thus far. Only 300 pressed & they's got'em on hand. Or try http://www.secreteye.org/
& see all there is to know.

Easily the most fun release of 2007 has been this self titled one from the Cherry Blossoms. Financed by six seperate labels, this Nashville duo (& friends) have been the de facto house band for all the H-factors we hold dear in the summer; highballs, hijinx & horseshoes. And let's not forget hammertime. Peggy Snow might be the closest singer what I've heard in a moon as devilish in delivery as Cuervo-era Peter Stampfel & while Cherry Blossoms indeed conjur up moments of Holy Modal & Bottlecaps hoot, I prefer to kick back & think about this lp bein a sotted Grand Ole Opry broadcast from the dark side of the moon(shine). It's both 100 proof & percent in it's goodness. And if you can find me another song (& title) as great as 'Glow, Jesus, Glow' I'll buy you anything you want. On your hotdog. Go to; http://www.s-srecords.com/ or email blackvelvet79@hotmail.com to see if it's still in print.

The new 7" from Hank IV 'Dirty Poncho'/Symptomatic' get's the pulse racin like I figured it would. The a-side find'em at their most aggressive yet, spinnin a yarn about a gal (I think) I know who has a thing for the 'Susan Atkins look'. She's lucky they didn't say nothin about that moustache. Right Sanchez? Ding! The flip chews & spits out more of the proto-skiffle tar 'n tuneage these guys have been excellin at since their inception. Not many made & some copies is even on colored vinyl. http://www.plasticidolrecords.com/ & http://www.s-srecords.com/

One of my favorite 7"ers thus far has been this debut from an Oz duo what's called Naked On The Vague. Utilizing mainly rickety keys,fuzz bass & percussive splat as a backdrop-not to mention the to 'n fro vocals- Lucy Cliche & Matthew Hopkins really excell at conjurin up a Wicked Witch Of The West version of Times New Viking. Or how about an Emerald City Cabaret Voltaire? 'Do The Mussolini' indeed! They's even took marker's to sleeve for authentic DIY enhancement. This one's been gettin alot've play. Find'em at; http://www.dualplover.com/ or contact the band via; nakedonthevague@yahoo.com

While there's been lot's of synth-punk action springin up from France as of late, the herbacious aggro emitted from the split lp of Death To Pigs/Gu Guai Xing Qiu can no ways be bundled in that garni. Both've these bands hit the ground running like drunk hellions what's been drinkin from the Ouzo vats abandoned by Villa 21 & Yello Yell once the Birthday Party poofed out. Throw'em on tour w/Clockcleaner & you got yourself a gruesome threesome for the ages. This one's a grower & how!
www.myspace.com/deathtopigs & http://www.s-srecords.com/

California Lightening & Sic Alps went & vommed out a split 7" what even if it sucked would've still been housed in the best homage sleeve YET conceptualized by any flatfoots trompin through the current fauna. CL I ain't heard of but they demand yr attention w/a jackhammer assault of Fem-crusted snarl much like Queen Cobra struck with during their short reign. Sic Alps continue to impress w/their inimitable take on the intricacies on Fuzz & Flowers. The Strapping Fieldhands similarities are "just" there (to me anyways) & this time they seemed mashed up w/either Damo-era Can or a langourous, unnamed b-side from a Swell Maps ep. Not that it makes any difference, by the time I get it figured out, these'll be history. No address on this, write sicalps@gmail.com to see where you might find a copy.

Pink Reason's got a new 7" on the prowl featurin 3 solid tracks what was staples from their tour's earlier this year. If anyone is capable of evokin the spirit of Ricky Williams nowadays, Kevin Debroux get's my nod. Nice to have these on record for posterity 'n all, I would imagine http://www.s-srecords.com/
ought to have this in stock soon & Pink Reason is gearin up for some more tour dates, check out www.myspace.com/secondculture
& see where they's to be.

Speakin of Sleepers, El Jesus De Magico's 'Abracadabra' ep is as great a take on Seventh World post-snort fuckery as yr likely to have ear-a-gated into the folds of your fat any time soon. I ain't heard none of them other newbies what was also just released on Columbus Discount, but if they's all as killer as this one, then the label is rackin up a formidable tally. http://www.columbusdiscountrecords.com/

Leather Apron is neither Leather Uppers, Leather Donut or (thankfully) Digital Leather. It is however the nom de plume of the fantastic David Mitchell whose taken time to release a 10" of his unique Melancholia Psychedelus that is a most welcome bookend to his Xpressway ep from years back. Nobody makes lonesome seem as unheartbreakable as this guy. And dig the Gun Club cover he's reconstructed. Nice! http://www.longlostmusic.org/

Three 1 sided records come courtesy of Family Pet (an lp + 2 7"ers) & it's about as zonked & lo-fi improvo la spazzathon as your likely to order by mail in the here & now. Hailin from Brunswick, Maine I can easily see this duo as bein the East Coast response to The Geeks, or at least havin ate a copy of that band's 'It's Not About Notes Anymore' lp. Lot's of LOUD keys, horns & percussion & vocalist A.M. Haines sounds like he might've jumped off the boat ramp at Sawyers Point about a hundred times too many. What's not to love? http://www.foreignfrequency.com/

The Knows Nose.....Graham Lambkin's 'Salmon Run' CD

Even before I'd laid eye or ear on this new solo release of Graham Lambkin's I'd done heard all sort've tales surroundin it's existence. My moles deep inside the Hobbit Hole of Underground Intelligence informed me this cd was initially commissioned by agents Tweedles Dum & Dee from a certain Canuck label but then rejected as not fitting in w/said curator's aesthetic. (Long silence. Narrator: 'at this moment Mr. Woodbe has been overcome by great gales of laughter. Coughing & sputtering, it seems he cannot catch his breath & his head has begun to turn a deep shade of red. Hold on, it's blazing into a brilliant orange.....now a piercing white light, and....My God, it's full of stars!'). Whew! Lord have mercy...... pardon the interruption, I'll try & bear this knowledge in mind next time I come across one of their releases STARRING Dylan Nyoukis or..... (Narrator; 'careful Mr. Woodbe, easy does it')......Richard Youngs!! ( Narrator; the torrents of you-know-what are beyond restraint at this time. Woodbe is coughing up all forms of drool, bile, bits of lung, it's horrendous! But for all his histrionic grandstanding I'll have to admit-he does has a point).
WOW....okay, so's next I'm told that this was to be a concept album about Bigfoot what got scrapped. I gotta hand it to Graham here; of all the barleywines out there, that one might be the most recognized but it sure ain't the best. On the other hand, basin an entire cd around the delights of Old Knucklehead would probably give most simps the wrong idea. And besides; they wouldn't know the difference.
I suspect the REAL problem most plebs have w/'Salmon Run' is that it ain't the Shadow Ring no more. Or even remotely similar. What's that old sayin 'don't let your alligator mouth write a check your hummingbird ass can't cash'? Somethin like that. That's sort've what's goin on here; the guy is "commissioned' to do an lp's worth of work but what them commissoners didn't say (yet merely presumed) was they expected something along the lines of-who knows?-'City Lights' or 'Lindus'. Or any of them in between. So from that pov it's easy to see how one (or two) would be disappointed w/what was delivered. Some's out there just want to hold on too long to the baby pictures is all. It's just speculation on my part but don't bet me I'm wrong. Unless you got a thing for losin. Believe me, I deal w/dingbats like this more than you could ever know. But enough of that, hey Mr Narrator, let's row this boat ashore, whatya say? Toot, toot!
To my ears, Salmon Run might be the greatest self-released cd of committed excellence I've seen & heard so far this year. Translation; the guy threw caution to the wind & SPENT MONEY on the thing. It's not some shitty burn in a miniscule edition wrapped in leaves or sandwiched between pieces of particle board held together w/rubberbands. Even a goddamned idiot can open it & play the thing w/o the whole package falling apart or risk of some type've infection. Musically it start's out opaque enough but it wasn't long till I was groovin on the narrative atmosphere & felt like I'd been transported to Hades, witnessed the death of Krautrock only to have it transformed into the nascent blurt of late 70's German experimentalism ala the sounds once found on Dom or Selektion cassettes. The influence of friends & peers such as Scott Foust & Jason Lescalleet is evident too & on the whole 'Salmon Run' is brimming w/a positive & slightly dadaesque ambience that most snifflers in the blubbering "avant noise" cdr scene are just incapable of comprehending. Kudo's to Graham Lambkin for stickin to his guns & seein this thing through the way HE wanted it done. Obviously it ain't for everyone which suits me fine. If your looking for an 'organic brain tangle'' here, you've come to the wrong place. Not that it ain't ponderous, but you won't need no Persian throw-rug to sit on & figure it out. Deer Not On The Sofa you say? Dude, you don't have to tell me twice. I can dig it! For those what's curious write; hawkmoths@yahoo.com

The Return Of The Return Of A Man Called Horse, Or.....Roland Woodbe's Back!

I ain't had much time to keep up on the Siltblog folks, sorry 'bout that. I got the bright idea to attend the Man's Man's Man's Ultimate Surf Classic up to Saglek Bay in Labrador. Talk about cold water! And inhospitable people's & weather.....I do believe I'd concur w/JJ Audubon & say it is about the dreariest place on earth. Local's thought us crazy (we were!) & it weren't long before the whole shithouse went up in chunks. The waves was massive though, but the water so frigid you had to don these special wet suits (w/flipper feet) which made ridin the board near impossible. The event was sponsored but some ultra hush-hush faction of the Canadian Club distillery (or C.C. as they call it up there) so that weren't makin the event any less rowdy. All's there was to eat was smoked cod cakes & some kind've seaweed salad what was doused w/C.C. & vinegar. Whew, it was a chore to get down. It weren't but about 8 surfers into the thing when this local entrant, a Jonah somethingorother (an Inuit fella) got ate & swallowed by some kind've whale. It was a sight to behold! First he was up on his board & as the water began to swell, this massive body came flyin up almost vertical-like & underwater they went! Then a few seconds later up shot part've the board & his feet, like three little party favors. The surf classic was immediately called to an end. Eventually the Mounties come & we's all gave statements & once I said my piece I hightailed outta there to see the U-Boat station (Weather Station Kurt) up to Cape Chidley. It might've been a hoot but the rain & wind was so strong it made the experience a damn nuisance (someone had wrote above a swastika emblem 'Kilroy was here'. I thought that was funny). Later when I was fixin to chopper out've Cartwright I got invited by some Metis fella (I'll call him 'Joe') to a party at a lodge. Everyone was giddy & the C.C. was flowin like water. I should've sensed somethin was afoot. Next thing I knowed, turns out to be some fertility ceremony & I was the one what had to do the fertilitatin! I'd been keepin it to a dull roar but once I figured out the ruse I tried,as delicately as I could,to show myself out. Next thing I knowed I was jumped by a mess've Indians & as I was bein dragged (kickin & screamin mind you) to my...partner....this old tribal woman hauled off & clocked me up the side of my head w/a 3' scrimshaw phallus & opened me up like a watermelon! Next thing I knowed I was laid up in a hospital in Gouldsboro, Maine. The Canadian Club people'd been keepin a watchful eye on me. Once all the commotion happened they raided the place which sent all the participants scatterin. They got me outta Labrador & back here to Gouldsboro where I've been stitched up & am recievin some very fine R&R. I ain't got but a lick've hair & the swellin is so big I look like the kid Rocky in that movie 'Mask'. The pontiff of Siltbreeze went & mailed me up a mess've releases what's been waitin to be blogged & now that I can sit up w/o vomitin, I figure it's time to have a go at the keyboard. I can't but hardly think straight as it is, so this column is just a update sort've thing to let you know what's out there. Once I get my sea legs back, the spleen won't be long to follow. Here goes;


The fella over to Holy Mountain told me about this lp by Chrissy Zebby Tembo, callin it Zambian Psych & he wasn't lyin. Under the name Chrissy Zebby Tembo & Ngozi Family (though it's supposedly a solo deal) this album 'My Ancestors' originally come out in the early 70's & looks like it'd be somethin akin to Fela Kuti or Dub action but it's more like Sonny Sharrock's lost lp for PSF. It's a stone cold killer. Get it via; http://www.bompstore.com/

And speakin of Holy Mountain, a STACK of cd's has come out on that imprint, includin another keeper from Blues Control & a corker from White Lichens. Earth to Robert Lowe, earth to Robert Lowe; Terry Riley called. He says 'you win' & can he please have a hanky? The tear water is stingin his eyes. Go to; http://www.holymountain.com/ order from; http://www.midheaven.com/

Blues Control & Heavy Winged have a split 7" on the Not Not Fun label. Part of the Bored Fortress series, check'em out at; http://www.notnotfun.com/ & see what's ado about athis

Also on the 7" front, there's a new one from Blank Dogs (hot the heels of his 12"), released on the Hozac label. 3 tracks of muzzy mayhem, maybe it's my close proximity to Canada, but this time he out he reminds me of The Braineaters. Go figure. Edition of 400, try; www.myspace.com/horizontalaction

A cd by the Brainbombs has stormed into town, pillaging & plundering all in it's path. This is a volume collecting a slew of 7"er's what's been out've circulation for a while. Is that Freddie Wadling's head I see on a pike? Makes sense to me. Stateside at; http://www.s-srecords.com/ or try www.myspace.com/pollymaggoorecords if your in Europe.

2 new cd's also via the Soft Abuse label, the gurgling electro avant-ruralism of OV entitled 'Noctilacent Valleys' & one from Pumice ('Pebbles') that sounds like our hero has eaten the bread of Gate & drank from the cup of Alastair Galbraith. Sometimes he even breaks out like he stole Bruce Russell's Fire Engines records! The new sheriff of Xpressway County don't shoot no blanks. Great stuff. http://www.softabuse.com/

And the DIY stone just keeps on rollin down there at Hyped2death. The latest Messthetics (#103) is out & is as astounding as I've come to expect. This time it's the Midlands what get's Chuck's expert attention. I can't pick favorite's, they's all good! But it was nice to finally hear (& see) the 1st Digital Dinosaurs 7". If anything, this one's loaded with more obscurities (to me anyways) than past volumes.Excellent as always;
http://www.hyped2death.com/

And lastly, the new LP from Ex-Cocaine 'Esta Guerra' (pictured) is available on Siltbreeze. You can buy it direct here, 15$ ppd US, 25$ elsewhere. Paypal to; sltrx@pil.net or go to http://www.midheaven.com/ where it is also in house. Edition of 500.

Oopsy Does It!.....Coming To Terms With Raccoo-oo-oon

I dunno about you, but I never cottoned to this band on account of the name being so fuckin retarded. My loss? Perhaps, but that's the chance I took. I reckoned they'd be (more or less) like a midwestern Jackie-O Ldmotherhubbard & you know........Then I seen'em, even got a chance to listen to one of their records & it's pretty damn scary how dead on I was. But pointin the finger of blame at....whoever....is too easy & in the end, solves nothing. If I've learned anything from this blog, it's to be tolerant. I figure it's best to 1st go back & retrace the history or roots of bands like Racoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooon before I decide to write'em off & thought maybe you'd like to come along. Let's start here;


http://www.smurf.com/

or how about;

http://www.care-bears.com/


See what I mean? Once you understand, it's easier to be a judgemental asshoo-ooo-ole. Feel better? Me too-oo-ooo!

There Once Was A Band From Nantucket.....Even More 7" Reviews! As Limericks!

It's a deluge! I surrender! Really, I keep gettin more 'n more 7"ers for consideration & it's all's I can do to keep up. I ain't complainin, but this time I gotta farm'em out & since my ol buddy from Pittsburgh Lester (aka 'Ding Dong') Dell's in the house, the job goes to him. PGH's a funny place, some folk's from there make claims it's East Coast. So does that make St Louis the West Coast? Anyway, Ding Dong don't subscribe to no formal narrative, he's a limerick genius, so I gave him a bunch've records to see if he could pen some originals for us. Here's what he came up with;


Junior Makhno-Theatre Of The Macabre ep

Junior Makhno is some growlers from France
Grindcore has them caught in a trance
If you like broken bones
Harsh noise & metal moans
This might put a load in your pants
http://bruit-direct.org

Racoo-oo-oon-Mud Mound + 2

This bunch hails from Iowa City
Where 'pussy' is still the name for a kitty
They try & sound weird
No doubt it's a beard
Drunk from eggnog sucked outta his grandma's titty
www.gilgongorecords.com

We Are The Arm-Cares ep

What kind of name is 'We Are The Arm'?
It's okay, no cause for alarm
This one is so good
You might even get wood
If your pecker was seduced by their charm
www.wearethearm.com

D. Charles Speer- Past Or Beyond/Canaanite Builder

Roland Woodbe wrote about D. Charles Speer
Whose LP he said was quite clear
Oh this single he goes
With darning needle & sews
Two Burl Ives mittens from the foreskin of Roosevelt Grier
dcharlesspeer@gmail.com

Warmth/Yellow Swans-Split ep

This one's from a label in LA
Which in the future will be totally gay
Imagine Mr Spock
Fellating Captain Kirk's cock
While getting fucked by a Klingon deathray
http://www.dntrecords.com/

The 360 Sounds Of.....D. Charles Speer's "Some Forgotten Country' LP

I don't think I've listened to nothin from the No Neck Blues camp since...whew, hard to say. There's acorns what's growed into oaks in the period of time I'm talkin about. I got so's I didn't yin nor yang w/their.....aura. It weren't nothin personal, just seemed that we owned alot've the same records but they wanted to be'em & I didn't. It's like some of them Civil War buffs. They like to get dressed up, go out & have them reenactments. I'm happy just readin the books. That's the way the boat floats is all. There's been plenty of NNCK spinoffs or "side projects" over the yrs too, some I know, most I (probably) don't. For instance this lp from D. Charles Speer. On any other occasion I might ramble on about how he'd be a descendant of Albert Speer (you know, the great architect) or perhaps the black sheep of them singin christians, The Speer Family. But tucked inside was a letter from a fella named Dave Shuford what's a member of the No Neck's & this here is his (& I quote) "songwriting project". If you's wanna roll your eyes, it's okay. At face value it'd be easy to dismiss it as another hat tossed in the ring of the urban folkie trend & let's face it, it just ain't the same since they outlawed smokin in the coffee houses. But in his own way Shuford (as D. Charles Speer) has trancended what you might usually assume from most contempo stool sitters (Fahey worship, Celtic harmony, Buckley ache, etc.) & offers up a polished effort that's both left of & dead on center. You can tell the guy's been a dutiful student of the genre & there seems to be no one he ain't heard what hasn't seeped into his encyclopedic cranium. Ably separatin the wheat from the chafe, 'Some Forgotten Country' has been nothin short of a Goddamn pleasure to listen to on every spin. For me what seems prominent is a vocal resemblance to David Blue crossed w/the emotive & hypnotic intensity of Michael Chapman's guitar style. You might hear Cohen or Kristofferson, maybe even certain pluckers 'n players what recorded for Takoma, Riverboat or Vanguard. If that's what makes it work you, then so be it. But the main thing is IT WORKS. If you've been jonesin for a shot of Village Rye chased w/a pint of Cornish Ale, D. Charles Speer is a barkeep you need to get to know. Make his acquaintance here; dcharlesspeer@gmail.com

Hysterie Connective Acte Deux.....Blank Dogs 'The First Two Weeks" 12" EP

There's many pate's of sputtering electro-junk brimming from terrine's via la underground Francaise as of late. What's more, they's all seem to be baked in Chrome ovens, or at least one's assembled to approximate specifications. The same can be said for a bevy of other likeminded Rhinelanders as well.Not that it's a bad thing. Far from it. Keep the kids creeped out 'n rockin I says. So it was w/great interest & slight amusement to me when I picked up this here 12" from Blank Dogs-hailin (I think) from the Brooklyn area- and the 1st thing what come to mind was Metal Urbain. But that's 'cause I was spinnin the b-side. Pretty snazzy if you ask me. So I flipped it & wah la....I dunno, Dr. Mix or Metal Boys. How a fuckin 'bout that? Hell, even the name Blank Dogs seemed reminiscent of one of them early French Punk bands like Asphalt Jungle or Warm Gun or somethin. I had to laugh! While's all them over there is squirmin to command Edge/Creed like gruff, Blank Dogs done gone & cranked out this bristler of Debris/Schwartz studded grime. And I suspect it's the work of a lone marksman too. Which calls to mind another solo debut by a fella what called himself Big Black who yrs ago made a similar dramatic debut called 'Lungs'. I can't say if they's destined for a similar path-or that I'd wanna see'em head that direction-but so far Blank Dogs is blankin the competiton & this kinda heat don't show up to the park every day. Limited edition of 490, hand numbered & screened too, get'em at; www.myspace.com/freedomschoolrecords.

Little Boxes Made Of Wicky Wacky....More 7" Reviews!

I hope all of you's out there had a wonderful Mothers Day. Naturally mine was spent rakin in the $$ as a caterer for some swank brunch affair sponsored by the Mario Lanza Museum down to South Phila. There was lot's of sausage 'n peppers, baked ziti & the like, but the 1st things to go was the rattlesnake enchilada's & the whiting roe mousse on unleavened toast points. I threw them in to sort've mix things up but they was scarfed down in record time. There's talk of sponsorin me for a cookin show on the Food Network 'cause of it. I was flattered but demurred sayin I couldn't possibly accept the offer as I had this here blog to run. I sure didn't want to disrespect'em but I also didn't wanna betray the readers of Siltblog so I invited them patrons to come on board! Now I don't expect'em to pick right up w/the theme but you never know. I was tryin to explain 7ers" after brunch but most of the women blushed & giggled while the men just winked & clapped. I know what they mean, I keep hearin how the format is dead, but folks still make'em. And as long as they send'em along, I'll listen. Here's what I heard;

Wicked Poseur-Maybe Eliminator + 3 ep
Debut release on a new label called Enduring Self, WP is the nom de plume for one Arthur Bates. I gotta admit, I was a little worried this might sound like that song 'Norman Bates' by Landscape but thankfully that weren't the case. It's as dense as a box of Crackjacks w/it's synth blips 'n sync bumps & seems to fog up the lines between Gaz Numan's leather wit & L. Voag's tweedish wisdom. It's a mess've thetics for sure. http://www.enduringself.com/



Touched-Funeral Dress + 3 ep
The Black Velvet Fuckere bunch've gone & got all punked off on this one. Good & grizzled in a way that practically STINKS of 1981, I had to look twice to be sure this weren't on the Vomit label. Now I ain't thought about the Gynecologists for many yrs, but somethin on here sure makes me think that Tommy Afterbirth or Simon Scrotum is around & kickin. Hmmmm....could be, could be. If John Sharkey ever makes good on releasin The Master Tape Vol. 3, he could do worse than have Touched lead the assault. Okay, so they're no Malignant Growth but neither are you. So can it! Ain't no distro on this that I can find, try blackvelvet79@hotmail.com for more info.
THIS JUST IN; order via www.s-srecords.com. If you don't see it listed, no need to fret, he's got'em.


Tyvek/Cygnus split

Tyvek is one of my favorite bands of the moment not just on account that they's good but also they's seemingly embody the spirit of Happy Squid more than any other skeleton snuffers out there hoofin the terra firma. On this split job they drop the Urinals-like smash & gas out on a nitrous-laced popper that could almost be a Vidiots horizontal hazer buried somewhere on a lost New Underground comp. I ain't got no idea who Cygnus is-for all I know it's Tyvek in lab coats-but they got the woozy waddle of a (Dennis) Duck & my human hands can't stop applaudin the effort. A tour only 7" supportin the Tyvek/Cheveu WC tour happenin right now. Go to www.myspace.com/tyvekmusic & see what's what.

ICK-La Parade des sans Illusions ep

If nothin else, Ick shows us that it ain't just the French what's got a boner for Edge/Creed attaque panique, but the Dutch is firin up the analog synths & junk boxes too. But even more than that, Ick seem bore outta the same womb of shrapneled frenzy as pre Mute DAF or Alu though w/less reliance on guitars 'n drums for desired results. Call me an f-duddy if you must, but I like the sting of both as they gnash w/electronics though I got nary a complaint to lodge (on here). If that LP by Ich Bin gassed up your goose, then the Ick 7" oughta give you the followup bumps. Great handmade packaging, limited to a #'rd ed. of 300, available via; http://www.enfant-terrible.nl/

Slicing Grandpa-Chaos Midnight 10"
I'm prone to compare Slicing Grandpa to Smegma not just 'cause of their geographic proximity but also it seems that SG is about as easy to catch onto as Smegma was back in the halcyon days. Believe it or not but it took a while for Smegma to reap the garlands of acceptance outside the avant garde/noise scene before (even beyond) Dom released 'Smell The Remains' in the late 80's. But they was undeterred & released thickets of scrud on their Pigface imprint. Early Slicing Grandpa outings rekindled the sweet smell've likeminded decay & I'd have bet every ant in the farm that they got a few more yrs of sloggin it out before tenure, but after hearin this amazing 10", maybe tomorrow is today. On 'Chaos Midnight' there ain't a pig or leper to be found. Instead this bludgeon's 'n blares like Joe Potts & Vetza teamin up w/Nervous Gender to spill some blood on the floor. They ain't takin names but definitely is kickin asses so don't miss the boot on this one. Contact; www.myspace.com/slicinggrandpa or order from www.s-srecords.com & see if you rate.

21st Century Schizoid Zeuhl.....Whose Your Favorite Son, God?'s 'Out Of Body Diva'LP

Lot's of folks been writin & askin where I've been & what's the deal w/the layoff 'n all. I appreciate the concern, but my whereabouts & doings is secret. If I told you then I have to kill you. People all's the time say that in jest (& when is it not funny?) but I'm afraid on my account, it's true. The other one what folks is fond of goes 'you don't want to know'. On the subject of ME, I concur. You don't. All's I can tell you is that it's a diabolical world out there & all them conspiracy theories...well, they ain't ALL theories. While I was away on "vacation" I had a talk off the record w/this fella what's called a "Kennedy Chaser". You know the type, assassination issues, single bullet or not, Castro, Mafia, etc. Hell, I wasn't there! But I know some things, trust me. I told him straight up, 'what I'm about to say you won't believe'. That got his attention! I then proceeded to spill the beans about how not only was Jimmy Hoffa still alive, but he was operatin w/JFK's brain. That's right. This case was called "Operation Scotch Egg'. A secret offshoot of the CIA had taken Hoffa & cryogenically froze him, then when JFK was killed, they's switched brains (the whereabouts of Hoffa's real one remains unknown, even to me). It wasn't a plan, just an elaborate sick joke w/legs. As you's all are probably familiar with, the FBI & CIA despised both of'em. They put Hoffa 'on ice' (ha!) to shut him up, then when that snuff in Dallas happened, someone thought they'd have themselves a hoot.Seein as how we had all kind's of Nazi doctors on the payroll, it weren't nothin to have one of'em do this operation. A litte nip here, a tuck there & presto. Cruel? Eh. Unusual? To say the least. All's I knowed is there was some serious BALLS to pullin that one off. Once the transplant took, they went & unloaded this "experiment" somewhere's up to Canada, new identity, papers, background, the whole bit. I think the new life took a bit to catch on. I heard tell of him gettin into all kind've trouble w/women & booze. I mean, you can see how that's be a problem; it's Kennedy's brain & Hoffa's body. Only now he's Mr. So&so. Can you imagine the things he was sayin? Woosh! I think he was institutionalized at one point. Anyway, long story short; he got reprogrammed & is now a functionary somewhere's deep in the GWB administration. Well, this Kennedy Chaser was all about this. Once he got it down on paper he was outta the room & on a plane to WDC faster than you could say 'Grassy Knoll' ( I also told him LBJ's codename was EL BJ. I'm anxious to see if that one turns up).
So anyways, that's a little of what I was up to. I'll tell ya, one LP what got alot've play while I was gone was the debut by Whose Yor Favorite Son, God? & man is it a keeper! See'em live down to SXSW was great, but the record fans the flames of hybridized (post)Prog-swoggle & (proto) Metal-mania like just about nobody else. What w/this talk about brain transplants 'n all, WYFSG? could almost be described as a union of Magma (mind) & MX-80 Sound (matter). I don't know about you, but I was jonesin to hear somethin SCREAMIN after 'Crowd Conrol' (to no avail) & hey, if Christian Zander had kidnapped Rich Stim & Bruce Anderson, perhaps 'Attahk' might've sounded as rad as this album. WYFSG? ably combine the dramatic & operatic pretense of Magma w/the cool, aggressive delivery of MX-80 Sound & if your thinkin 'that's somethin I gotta hear' your right. My Mom (remember her?) says they sound like Mahavishnu Orchestra should've if they were MEN (once you hear this you'll know what she means). Even the little Greek dude who delivers my beer opined "everything that Heavy The World isn't, Whose Your Favorite Son, God? IS". And who am I to argue w/a Greek? They invented civilization buster! What have you ever done?
And now the facts; distribution on this seems TOP SECRET, so try going direct to the label at http://www.kdvsrecordings.org/ to get in on the action. They's only made enough for 500 lucky devil's (some in handscreened outer bags as pictured) so hurry!

Bougainvillea Or Bust.....Uke Of Spaces Corners County's 'So Far On The Way' LP

The last dream I had this mornin just afore wakin up involved red onions & the Beau Brummels. Not together (I don't think), but close enough that I cannot figure out the connection, 'cept that song 'They'll Make You Cry'. This kinda shit keeps happenin to me more & more.I knowed this Hungarian woman once who claimed to be a Gypsy soothsayer. All's I ever seen her do was sell speed, but whatever, she claimed that when your dreams start to make sense, then they's a premonition & as such, represent some sort of impending reality. I know, it sounds like the meth talkin to me too! Hey Goulash, the Ides Of March was last month! Personally I think I ought to quit eatin right before bed. That's where the problem lies. But I'd done gone & got behind w/my Blog chores, so's I needed to stay up & assess records. I was throwin back crackers smeared w/wasabi paste & gluggin bottles of that new Lindeman's green apple Lambic when I hit a patch of keepers, one of'em bein this here lp by Uke Of Spaces Corners County entitled 'So Far On The Way'. I can't say if it was ale, victuals or the tuneage, but once I got into the thick of this record my whole body began to tingle & my eyes got to sparklin. It reminded me of the scene w/Lawrence Olivier in Marathon Man when he see's them diamonds for the 1st time. I got to readin the inserts & seen one of the main brains on here was Dan Beckman who'd also been on that Flak Mask 7" I liked. But he wasn't scratchin out the numbers '11201' on this lotto ticket. In fact, this is just about as opposite of that as they come. Sure it's been recorded all over creation, but 'So Far On The Way' breathes deep from the flora 'n fauna of southern Appalachia rather than the wheeze've urban twiddley-dum. It's corn pone jocularity conjurs up an aura of Doc Snocks hickum & Dan's voice is similar enough w/Pete Stampfel's to lend an air of friendly Holy Modal Rounders cheer onto the porch. They's even got the gumption to croak out a haunting dirge-like interpretation of Sun Ra's 'Outer Spaceways Incorporated' (here entitled 'Outter Spaceways'). And guess what? It don't suck! Addin this lp in w/the recent spate of great releases what's come out over the past few months, it nestles comfortably between Lord Fyre's 'Destruction At 2013' & The Cherry Blossoms debut (which is gonna get harped on here soon). I'd say this is a dinger for comers, be they shoeless or clueless. And how 'bout that paste on cover & hand stitched lyric book what's enclosed?. I dunno about you, but until Pep Lester releases his lp of Avant-Bluegrass ditties, the bar for goodness starts here. Fostered by 8 different labels, try gettin this via; http://www.helloasshole.com/ or http://www.fusetron.com/

Did Someone Say T-Shirts? Just In Time For.....

....Summer! Last chance on these babies, at least until they's all gone. I would've thought they'd been done by now, but here I am, hawkin'em 1 more time. Dead C shirts are limited to Medium, Large & XL sizes , Siltbreeze label w/Graham Lambkin design in XL ONLY. Harry Pussy? Well....There might be a few smalls & mediums, but mostly it's L & XL on these too. I've probably got 10 or so of each so if you want'em, come & get'em! 15$ EACH ppd US/Canada ONLY. Elsewhere, 20$ each ppd. You can paypal us at; sltrx@pil.net

Or write & see what's available. All shirts is 100% cotton too. I sure would like to see these fuckers go soon so the 1st fifteen orders I get I'll throw in a 7" for FREE. So please buy my goddamn shirts, okay? Thanks.

Yours Truly,

Roland Woodbe

MRALPS MRNOT LIB MR.....Sic Alps 'Pleasure And Treasures' LP

Bein somewhat of a pedant, I was initially confounded by Sic Alps on account of the name. Not the name per se, but the spellin of it. Sic Alps....seemed right to me. How is it incorrect?Alps that is. Or is it spelled Alpes? That didn't look right, it has to be Alps. Who'd spell it Alpes? I walked around all day dizzy, my head filled w/this useless conundrum. Sic Alpes....get the fuck outta here w/that!
Later that night as my RLS (restless leg syndrome) was givin me fits I got to dwellin on Sic Alps all over again. Maybe the problem wasn't w/Alps. Perhaps it was the Sic part that was throwin me. It weren't no acronym. Maybe it was a verb, like when you say to a dog (or cheetah) "Sic'em Alps, good boy!" or rather, "Sic Alps on'em & they'll know pain". Maybe Alps was a name. Or was it purposely a misspellin of the word Sick? Hmmmmm. I gotta admit, Sic looks a lot better than Sik. That's just stupid! Sic Alps.....it looks cool. I can dig it. But what did they sound like; Sick Llama? Sick Things? Sick Of It All? Man, my legs was shakin somethin crazy! I managed to do a jig over to the medicine cabinet & pop one of them oxycontin's Dr. Van Der Kwak had prescribed & as I drifted off into Fuzzleville, I made a mental note-to-self; 'or......der......sss........ic..........aaaalll.......pzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....' plonk. Down goes Woodbe! Down goes Woodbe! The lights was out & I was feelin no pain. To sleep, per chance, to dream.
Next day I went & picked up that 7" what I wrote about a little while back. And it was damn good too. A teaser you might say. So then I decided to take some seed money (literally! I had a whole bunch've money I was savin for seeds; watermelon seeds, carrot seeds, zucchini seeds...I got about the greenest thumbs you's ever seen) & buy this here album of theirs called 'Pleasure And Treasures'. And dammit if I didn't win again! Man, I don't know my ass from my elbow when it comes to Sic Alps & the name & the spellin 'n all that but they sure are one helluva great band! Angular in style, aggregate in sound, they employ all sorts of ramshackle hooks & motifs that resembles somethin to the effect of what 'Chairs Missing' might've sounded like if it'd been recorded by The Strapping Fieldhands ( just after 'Discus'). I'd never, ever thought of nothin like that before & now I can't stop. What an odd pedigree! But it works. On the other hand, sayin it's like Wire doin 'Wattle & Daub'....that makes no sense at all. It's like Sik Alps; THAT JUST DON"T CUT IT. Sic Alps.....that's right. Just Sic Alps.
So now I get it. And it didn't take no time in the grand scope of things. There's another 12" what's before this one that need's a good snaggin too. What can I say? I'm a fan. And there's a new one supposedly just down the line. Can't wait! Whatya say? Let's all be four Sic Alps. Get'em here; for this lp, http://www.animaldisguise.com/, for the band; http://www.sicalps.com/ the 1st 12" available via; http://www.mtstmtn.com/

also try http://www.s-srecords.com/ & http://www.midheaven.com/

Grady Stings The Blues.....The Bad Trips S/T LP

What's in a name? That was the subject of an odd conversation I once had a few yrs back when I was in The Hague at a banquet to celebrate the signing of the Maastricht Treaty. I'd misprounced the name of this Dutch fella & he was gettin all pissy about it. 'Is all right', he sniffed, 'is only my name after all'. Then this English chap w/crisp Kentish diction chimed in 'But what's in a name really? I mean, it's just a name, isn't it? Certainly no harm done I should think'. He then proceeded to bite into a custard tart, the dust & crumbs of phyllo settling on his left cheek & shoulder like small pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He didn't seem to notice & was off on his way, hobnobbin with & interruptin other guest's & conversations. A bad trip? I reckon. Personally I thought it was funny, but I'd bet at some point-especially considerin the way he was poppin them canapes-that someone had to draw his attention to the glutinous mess he was makin of himself. That's when his trip took a turn into bad. The next time I seen him at some function he was sportin this thing over his jacket he called "A vicar's bib". What a twat! But cheerio to that geezer. Toss off sez I.
Then there was the time I drove all's the way up from Portsmouth, Oh in a snow storm to see Pere Ubu in Columbus. Normally this would've been about a 2 hr affair, but w/the snow comin down so hard, it took me twice as long to get there. And then arrive at the club & find out the show'd been cancelled. Talk about your bad trips! I never did care much for the band after that. I mean, I made it & I was drivin a Pinto. Ah, whatever, it was around the time between 'Art Of Walking' & 'Song For The Bailing Man' so how good would it have been anyway? At least I got to eat a bag of White Castles on the way home. So I guess it weren't so bad after all.
But I didn't come down here to peck out a bunch of miserable musings from my memory lane compendium. I want to focus on this band The Bad Trips, which is the latest goings for one Grady Runyan whose proven himself a supreme pit master of barbequed Psychedelic brisket, havin smoked many an earhole in the legendary Monoshock as well as slaughterin all manner of burdensome beasts w/the most excellent petal-glorious sludge of Liquorball (listen to their live lp & then tell me it don't practically piledrive 'Get Stoned 'Ezy' into the mat. You can eat my______). Now he's runnin 'n gunnin w/The Bad Trips & while you might be able to take the man outta the marinade, you can't take the marinade outta the man. All the fuzzophonics & zoned riffage, the flambéd drums & rhythm... it's all there & honed to perfection (as usual). Only difference this time is The Bad Trips ain't layin waste w/sonic torches burnin off the fat of Hawkwind, Pink Fairies or Afflicted Man. No, they's crafted their 2007 blitzkreig to somethin that is extended, but also sharp & edgy. They seemed to've discreetly picked up some different stylings & tunings (just a little) than the smash/mouth action of Monoshock or Liquorball & at 1st I couldn't put my finger on it. But after a few plays it seemed to be that this lp was a perfect distillation between Paul Butterfield Blues Band's' 'East-West' jam & side 2 of 'From Pussies To Death In 10,000 Years Of Freak Out' by Flower Travellin Band. Grady 'n Jeff Grimes is like Mike Bloomfield 'n Hideki Ishima leadin messrs. Bob Anderson & Gordon Roberts (also known as 'the rest of the story') through statically charged parallelograms of improvised, psycho-gnarlic char.With that knowledge in my bonnet, I just keep listenin to it longer & longer & harder & harder & louder & louder. Rock, hint's of raga, molten leads, magestic rumbles, it's all there, recorded (gloriously) live to two-track & pressed on 180 gram vinyl for 500 willin pups (& pupettes) to have seared into their neck portals. Frankly, I ain't heard an lp anything like it this year & don't expect to. The Bad Trips might effacingly use the name in the pejorative, but the peyote is lethal & the nutmeg's toxic.If I was the snakes & coyotes out there in the desert surroundin their compund, I'd take'em seriously & keep my distance. The Bad Trips bite back & they got the pelts 'n rattlers to prove it. Go here; http://www.thebadtrips.com/ & see what I mean.

By The Way, Which One's Pink?.....Pink Reason Tour Dates, April 2007!

Here are some up coming tour dates for Pink Reason, who will def. be lookin to shake the cobwebs loose in these shotgun shacks out there in Midwesternville. The LP version of 'Cleaning The Mirror' (pictured above, LTD.ED pf 500) is now available ppd. 15$ (US/Canada only) from Siltbreeze.Overseas add 12$ for air post. Paypal to; sltrx@pil.net
Also, a repress of the debut Pink Reason 7" is (possibly still) available via Criminal IQ Records; http://www.criminaliq.com/
Or try; http://www.s-srecords.com/ & http://www.midheaven.com/




4/12: Chicago, IN @ Mr City w/ Indian Jewelry
4/13: Lafayette, IN @ Downtown Records w/ The Willowz & AZ (early ALL AGES show - 6pm)
4/13: West Lafayette, IN @ Pete's w/ Indian Jewelry (late show 21+ - 10pm)
4/14: Grand Rapids, MI @ DAAC w/ Indian Jewelry, Saffron Bloods, Brenmar & Tin Pigeons
4/15: Columbus, OH @ TBA w/ Psychedelic Horseshit
4/16: Cleveland, OH @ Tower 2012 w/ The Pages & Jerk
4/17: Cincinatti, OH @ Junior Gallery w/ USA Crypt

Revenge Of The Alophen Baby.....Little Claw's 'Moss Has Fangs' LP

I'd never claim to be the sharpest arrow in the quiver, which is my way of sayin it's taken me this long (arms spread WIDE) to get on board w/Ypsilanti Records. I recently recieved a small parcel of recordings from the label & they's all tip top. Who'd have figured! I mean no offense, but that's a pretty silly name for a town, let alone takin it on for somethin else. I been there before, it ain't a bad place-the all night chili dog stand was key- but I'd always figured it was a destination where old golfers who'd lost their edge on the putting green went to cry & retire. But silly me, it ain't called YIPsilanti (whuuuuuu?), it's IPsilanti (the y is pronounced as an i), which is a whole 'nother horse of a different shade. Now that the history/phonics lesson is over, let me tell you's the standouts I recieved was a 12" from Genders (great dub meets Cab Voltaire), a Odd Clouds album (terrific post Poobah's/Pasedena art-noise whoosh) & the latest title offered up, this mini lp from a band called Little Claw.
Now like I said, this is new to me, so if this here record is a year or so old, so be it. I ain't never heard nor seen it before & I reckon there many among you's what can make a similar claim. Since all the releases seem to come w/handmade covers, labels, inserts & pretty colored vinyls, I'd bet the runs on any of'em ain't more than a few hundred. The distro on it is exclusive to Carrot Top (for all you stores out there) but the fella what's the mastermind, one Fred Thomas, can be contacted direct but let's not put the cart before the horse just yet. This Little Claw record needs a spot of props 1st.
Since they's on tour & w/a couple of other records to be released imminently, I figured I'd single them out for some solid bunk. They's got an awesome sonic caul that immediately recalls a simmering crockpot've wafting aroma's as diverse as Raincoats, Royal Trux, maybe a hint of 13/13, def. a touch of X/Pressway damage, you know, all the right ingredients. But what overpowered my sense's more than any of them was a similarity to an updated, more menacing take on Sheer Smegma (aka Teddy & The Frat Girls), minus the yuks but every ounce the vitriol & unapologetic swagger. Occasionally atonal, often meandering, jaggedly rocking, Little Claw's got a great gust've gristle throbbing blabber 'n smoke behind'em. A summer tour w/them, Los Llamarada & Pink Reason would not be the worst thing that could happen to this planet. Calling all curators! Who you gotta blow to make this dream a responsibility? Ho-ho, I'm so sure, but then, you never know. In the meantime, don't wait for nothin, check out this Little Claw lp 'cause it is one goose that is really cooked.

(distributed via; http://www.carrottoprecords.com/ contact the label at www.myspace.com/ypsilantirecords & the band at; www.myspace.com/littleclaw)

Check'em out live in SF tonight, 8pm at the Hemlock & later at the Peacock Lounge (w/Sic Alps)!

Now Batting For Pee-Wee Wanninger....Times New Viking On Tour With Yo La Tengo!

A stunned Times New Viking (left) recieving the phonecall this past weekend informing them they were to replace Wally Pipp (scratch that, David Kilgour) as support on an upcoming Yo La Tengo tour starting....TONIGHT!

Apr 5 2007 8:00P> tipitina's w/ yo la tengo new orleans, Louisiana

> Apr 6 2007 8:00P> warehouse live w/ yo la tengo houston, Texas>

Apr 7 2007 8:00P> stubb's w/ yo la tengo austin, Texas>

Apr 8 2007 8:00P> granada theatre w/ yo la tengo dallas, Texas>

Apr 10 2007 8:00P> cain's ballroom w/ yo la tengo tulsa, Oklahoma>

Apr 11 2007 8:00P> granada w/ yo la tengo lawrence, Kansas>

Apr 12 2007 8:00P> the pageant w/ yo la tengo st. louis, Missouri>

Apr 13 2007 8:00P> vogue w/ yo la tengo indianapolis, Indiana>

Apr 14 2007 8:00P> barrymore w/ yo la tengo madison, Wisconsin>

Apr 16 2007 8:00P> southgate house w/ yo la tengo newport, Kentucky>

Apr 17 2007 8:00P> beachland ballroom w/ yo la tengo cleveland, Ohio>

Apr 18 2007 8:00P> majestic theatre w/ yo la tengo detroit, Michigan>

Apr 20 2007 9:00P> connie's ric rac w/king of siam, car commercials, psychedelic horseshit > philadelphia, Pennsylvania>

Apr 21 2007 9:30P> pa's somerville/boston, Massachusetts

Apr 22 2007 9:30P> luna lounge w/blues control, psychedelic horseshit, NYC, Ny

Apr 28 2007 9:45P> skylab columbus, Ohio>

Apr 29 2007 9:00P> skullys columbus, Ohio>

There's No Wolfgang Dauner In The Free Charm Scene.....The Enchanting World Of Moran Tape Label

When Peter King opened his lathe cut pressin plant in Geraldine, NZ (sometime mid 90''s) it was akin to an underground GOLD RUSH as had ever been experienced. Suddenly a bonanza of ltd. ed. pressings were known (or rumored) on the landscape, both in mini or micro editions & of course, a collector's frenzy followed. The music come in all manner of styles & I heard there was a couple gent's what have come to own pretty near every one what's ever been released. I wonder if ol' Pete was privy to hearin every gem what rolled off his press. If so, I'd imagine them ears damaged beyond repair or at least not bein able to tell the difference between the ding of a dime or a dollar anymore. And if he held on to one copy of each pressing, he's got a superior mother lode, one to rival the bounty of Dinty Moore & Darth Vallor COMBINED.Nowadays there's other cutter's of lathe what's got into the game & I believe they reside here in the US, but there's some that still swear by the founder of the fad & is willing to postally circumnavigate the globe to have the Geraldine mark of excellence stamped upon their offerings & one of those loyal is Clark Griffin at Moran Tape Label.
My first encounter w/them was in late 2005. I recieved a box've goods ostensibly as a press packet for the Sea Donkeys who was lookin for a show here. It come from some place in New York called MTL which I was unfamilar with. Upon openin I come to behold a few beautifully crafted cassette boxsets & a handscreened lp jacket that housed a 12" lathe cut. Naturally I went for the "vinyl" straight away & what jumped outta them speakers was exhilaratin. The thing opened w/ a raw,reed shreddin blast of saxaphone that conjured up the spirit of every free/fire blower from Ayler to Abe to Flaherty. And as them lathe's have notoriously thin cut grooves, the crudophonic quality gave it a tar-caked feral sheen. What's more, layered on top of the horn was a series of clunky cut/splice tape shenanigans that was adorably inept yet staggeringly apropos. The name of the band/record was Pigeons II & it didn't take long to realize they was takin a (duck) stab at the aorta of Neu Weird Counterfeiters while also stressin a bridge between Rova & Smegma that had yet to be spanned. The cassettes was even more ample in their zonked goodness & while I didn't know what any of it had to do w/Sea Donkeys, I really didn't give a shit either. Course I come to find out the two Pigeons-Wednesday & Clark-was part of the SD cast & blahblahblah, but that's talk enough about birds 'n asses. Let's jaw for a while about this new set've lathe's that MTL has on the table. You might find your interest's piqued.
Basically what's doin is Clark has gone & run off a set of seven 8" lathe's & housed'em all in superior, one-of-a-kind handmade jackets. They's like books for your ears or something. They's also like custom made shrines or sound sculptures. Hand bound, stitched, woven, painted, decorated, poached, fried & scrambled,I dunno how to appropriately convey the uniqueness of'em w/o soundin simp. And the music's just as indescribably covetable too. Once you get your hands on some copies you'll know what I mean. In the series is; Sea Donkeys, Enos Slaughter, Zashiki-Warashi, The Gentiles, Katerina Tunicata, Pigeons & Little Howlin Wolf. As I am privy to all titles, it's hard to imagine how any one would hold up w/o the others in tow: the ambience, assemblage, creaks, croaks, strains 'n strums while independent is also united. Imagine if them Blorp Essette or Recommended Records sampler LP's had been individual records to have, hold & hear. That's basically what's you got workin w/this set've beauties. If any one was to stand out from the rest I reckon it'd be Sea Donkey's whose contribution to the cause sounds like Elephant's Memory stuck backstage at a Tull concert (circa '73) not by mistake but on a DARE. Hey, I'd be fired up too!
So yeah, I guess if you's is the type to count them releases on Ralph, LAFMS, Recommended or M-Squared as the cream of your crop, an investment in the goings on at Moran Tape Label is a MUST. Listen, laugh, learn...oh what a joyous series this is to behold! And when you ain't got'em on the turntable they'll brighten up a bookshelf or display counter like a roomful've daisies. Just lookin at'em will put a smile on yr face. And the merest thought of balancin'em on your head makes posture perfect. Is there anything they can't do? Find out for yourself, go to http://www.morantapelabel.com/ & see what's available. There's only 40 of each & the clock is tickin.

And while I'm at it, it's openin day, so.....

GO PHILS!

(www.phillies.mlb.com)