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GUESSG 019EP
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$16.00
PREORDER
RELEASE DATE: 2/27/2026
Limited to 537 numbered copies! Two killer acid-punk/psych-fuzz tracks taken from the ultra-rare Kaleidoscope album from 1969, recorded in the in the Dominican Republic by this Boricuan/Dominican band but released only in Mexico.
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GUESS 255LP
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2025 restock. One of the rarest psychedelic garage albums ever, the Kaleidoscope album was recorded in the Dominican Republic by this Boricuan/Dominican band but released only in Mexico in 1969 as a tiny pressing, housed in a fantastic psychedelic sleeve designed by Bodo Molitor. Acid fuzz guitars, organ, demented vocals. Impossible to find in its original form, here's a welcomed reissue. Remastered sound. Original artwork in hard cardboard sleeve. Includes insert with detailed liner notes by Enrique Rivas and rare photos.
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MUS 194LP
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"Kaleidoscope's new LP swells unsteadily into existence, with the tinkle of half-jazzy drums filtering through an industrial gloom. It's a sign that what is to come isn't your standard down-the-line hardcore offering. Title track 'After The Futures ...', for instance, opens with a languorous guitar stab that wouldn't be out of a place on a drone or noise record, a brooding rumble like a distant closing door in an warehouse, before the song tumbles into gear, Shiva enunciating the lyrics with a sharp-tongued Jerry A-like clarity. From the chomp of 'Sigint --> E.K.I.A.', the deathrock swells swooping out from the itchy insistent guitar line of 'Crocodile Tears' to deep thrum of 'Soft Cage', After The Futures ... is full of moments of punk broken and reconstituted, familiar structures and beats rearranged in the uncomfortable clamor into something wilder and weirder. It's about sustained tension before a riff kicks in, a solo looking like it's about to soar before being broken sharply off into a thorny keening. A punk record fractured and sliced-through, twisted into fresh shape and shining with a razor's gleam." --Joe Briggs
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