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Volume 3. The Heads unleash Reverberations: A five-LP explosion of basement-born, acid-fried sonic fury. Forged in the fogged-out depths of their Bristol basement, Reverberations captures The Heads at their heaviest and most unhinged -- sprawling, free-form jams that pulse, pummel, and phase into infinity. No edits, no overdubs, no apologies. Just pure, pulverizing cosmic communion. Spanning over four hours of fuzz-drenched excursions, hypnotic riff spiral, motorik freakouts and tape-saturated noise walls, this is The Heads as they were never meant to be heard -- unless you were in the room, and out of your mind. You ever hear a Hawkwind bootleg on the wrong speed and think "yeah but what if this was heavier and more lost?" That's Reverberations. It's acid-fried, it's righteous, it's like crawling through the fuzz-soaked lungs of the universe with only a blown speaker and a half-drunk pint for company. Five LPs. No polish. No polishers. The guitars don't play -- they detonate. The drums don't keep time -- they pull it apart, beat by bloody beat. And the bass? That's not bass. That's the sound of tectonic plates grinding their teeth in orgasmic terror. Each LP in the series is its own trip, housed in matte laminated outer sleeves and pressed on mixed color vinyl, for the full synapse-sizzling experience. Issued via Cardinal Fuzz (Europe) and Feeding Tube Records (USA), in strictly limited quantities, Reverberations is a vital document from the outer reaches of Britain's psych underground. Get ready to have your face melted, your brain scrambled, and your whole concept of "music" pulverized into psychedelic dust. Strictly limited. Psychos only. No posers.
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Volume 4. The Heads unleash Reverberations: A five-LP explosion of basement-born, acid-fried sonic fury. Forged in the fogged-out depths of their Bristol basement, Reverberations captures The Heads at their heaviest and most unhinged -- sprawling, free-form jams that pulse, pummel, and phase into infinity. No edits, no overdubs, no apologies. Just pure, pulverizing cosmic communion. Spanning over four hours of fuzz-drenched excursions, hypnotic riff spiral, motorik freakouts and tape-saturated noise walls, this is The Heads as they were never meant to be heard -- unless you were in the room, and out of your mind. You ever hear a Hawkwind bootleg on the wrong speed and think "yeah but what if this was heavier and more lost?" That's Reverberations. It's acid-fried, it's righteous, it's like crawling through the fuzz-soaked lungs of the universe with only a blown speaker and a half-drunk pint for company. Five LPs. No polish. No polishers. The guitars don't play -- they detonate. The drums don't keep time -- they pull it apart, beat by bloody beat. And the bass? That's not bass. That's the sound of tectonic plates grinding their teeth in orgasmic terror. Each LP in the series is its own trip, housed in matte laminated outer sleeves and pressed on mixed color vinyl, for the full synapse-sizzling experience. Issued via Cardinal Fuzz (Europe) and Feeding Tube Records (USA), in strictly limited quantities, Reverberations is a vital document from the outer reaches of Britain's psych underground. Get ready to have your face melted, your brain scrambled, and your whole concept of "music" pulverized into psychedelic dust. Strictly limited. Psychos only. No posers.
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Volume 5. The Heads unleash Reverberations: A five-LP explosion of basement-born, acid-fried sonic fury. Forged in the fogged-out depths of their Bristol basement, Reverberations captures The Heads at their heaviest and most unhinged -- sprawling, free-form jams that pulse, pummel, and phase into infinity. No edits, no overdubs, no apologies. Just pure, pulverizing cosmic communion. Spanning over four hours of fuzz-drenched excursions, hypnotic riff spiral, motorik freakouts and tape-saturated noise walls, this is The Heads as they were never meant to be heard -- unless you were in the room, and out of your mind. You ever hear a Hawkwind bootleg on the wrong speed and think "yeah but what if this was heavier and more lost?" That's Reverberations. It's acid-fried, it's righteous, it's like crawling through the fuzz-soaked lungs of the universe with only a blown speaker and a half-drunk pint for company. Five LPs. No polish. No polishers. The guitars don't play -- they detonate. The drums don't keep time -- they pull it apart, beat by bloody beat. And the bass? That's not bass. That's the sound of tectonic plates grinding their teeth in orgasmic terror. Each LP in the series is its own trip, housed in matte laminated outer sleeves and pressed on mixed color vinyl, for the full synapse-sizzling experience. Issued via Cardinal Fuzz (Europe) and Feeding Tube Records (USA), in strictly limited quantities, Reverberations is a vital document from the outer reaches of Britain's psych underground. Get ready to have your face melted, your brain scrambled, and your whole concept of "music" pulverized into psychedelic dust. Strictly limited. Psychos only. No posers.
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Volume 6. The Heads unleash Reverberations: A five-LP explosion of basement-born, acid-fried sonic fury. Forged in the fogged-out depths of their Bristol basement, Reverberations captures The Heads at their heaviest and most unhinged -- sprawling, free-form jams that pulse, pummel, and phase into infinity. No edits, no overdubs, no apologies. Just pure, pulverizing cosmic communion. Spanning over four hours of fuzz-drenched excursions, hypnotic riff spiral, motorik freakouts and tape-saturated noise walls, this is The Heads as they were never meant to be heard -- unless you were in the room, and out of your mind. You ever hear a Hawkwind bootleg on the wrong speed and think "yeah but what if this was heavier and more lost?" That's Reverberations. It's acid-fried, it's righteous, it's like crawling through the fuzz-soaked lungs of the universe with only a blown speaker and a half-drunk pint for company. Five LPs. No polish. No polishers. The guitars don't play -- they detonate. The drums don't keep time -- they pull it apart, beat by bloody beat. And the bass? That's not bass. That's the sound of tectonic plates grinding their teeth in orgasmic terror. Each LP in the series is its own trip, housed in matte laminated outer sleeves and pressed on mixed color vinyl, for the full synapse-sizzling experience. Issued via Cardinal Fuzz (Europe) and Feeding Tube Records (USA), in strictly limited quantities, Reverberations is a vital document from the outer reaches of Britain's psych underground. Get ready to have your face melted, your brain scrambled, and your whole concept of "music" pulverized into psychedelic dust. Strictly limited. Psychos only. No posers.
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Volume 7. The Heads unleash Reverberations: A five-LP explosion of basement-born, acid-fried sonic fury. Forged in the fogged-out depths of their Bristol basement, Reverberations captures The Heads at their heaviest and most unhinged -- sprawling, free-form jams that pulse, pummel, and phase into infinity. No edits, no overdubs, no apologies. Just pure, pulverizing cosmic communion. Spanning over four hours of fuzz-drenched excursions, hypnotic riff spiral, motorik freakouts and tape-saturated noise walls, this is The Heads as they were never meant to be heard -- unless you were in the room, and out of your mind. You ever hear a Hawkwind bootleg on the wrong speed and think "yeah but what if this was heavier and more lost?" That's Reverberations. It's acid-fried, it's righteous, it's like crawling through the fuzz-soaked lungs of the universe with only a blown speaker and a half-drunk pint for company. Five LPs. No polish. No polishers. The guitars don't play -- they detonate. The drums don't keep time -- they pull it apart, beat by bloody beat. And the bass? That's not bass. That's the sound of tectonic plates grinding their teeth in orgasmic terror. Each LP in the series is its own trip, housed in matte laminated outer sleeves and pressed on mixed color vinyl, for the full synapse-sizzling experience. Issued via Cardinal Fuzz (Europe) and Feeding Tube Records (USA), in strictly limited quantities, Reverberations is a vital document from the outer reaches of Britain's psych underground. Get ready to have your face melted, your brain scrambled, and your whole concept of "music" pulverized into psychedelic dust. Strictly limited. Psychos only. No posers.
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It's one thing to have founded a notable band dedicated to exploring the possibilities of psychedelic exploration in many different sounds and styles. But it's arguably pretty darn rare to have done it, as Jeffrey Alexander has, four separate times. First emerging with the Iditarod in the mid-1990s before a later world oversimplified their sound as "freak folk," you'd be forgiven for thinking Alexander had settled into things with the feedback grooves of Dire Wolves. But 2020 brought forth another incarnation in the form of the Philadelphia-based Jeffrey Alexander and the Heavy Lidders, joined by local legends like Kohoutek's drummer Scott Verrastro and Drew Gardner and Jesse Shepherd of the exploratory guitar duo Elkhorn. Once more they're here to provide some needed balm in the form of their sixth formal album effort, Synchronous Orbit, released jointly by Feeding Tube and Cardinal Fuzz labels. With three lengthy songs showcasing their interwoven skills both in studio and live settings, Synchronous Orbit finds the Heavy Lidders once more, given the appropriate album title, aiming for a beautiful trip into outer space and in the inner mind. There's guest percussion from Ryan Jewell and, in a lovely matching of voices with Alexander, a wonderful turn from the legendary Kate Wright, famed for her work in the Bristol UK acts Movietone and Crescent. Plenty of space unfolds for a sweetly trippy midsection as the players do their thing, with Wright and Alexander's vocals returning to help wrap up the trip. The core quartet keep the calm but never cool vibes leading into a steady slow-building burn, guitar parts pouring over each other like glowing layers of honey with Verrastro's drumming both keeping pace and gently altering tempos and intensity. Synchronous Orbit concludes with its longest track at twenty minutes, taken from a live show at the Milwaukee Psych Festival in May 2024. There's a heck of a wonderful wild card factor in the form of 21st century jazz experimenter Isaiah Collier, contributing not merely saxophone but bullhorn and bird calls -- a real
menagerie of sound. His performances add both depth and even more energy to the proceedings, never simply a rampage outward even at his fiercest, but
embracing the sense of community and participation in the performance.
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Cardinal Fuzz (UK) and Feeding Tube Records (USA) are proud to announce the release of Nitro Cosmetic's self-titled LP. Nitro Cosmetic are Milo Smee and Demian Castellanos -- Milo is an electronic music producer for nearly 20 years, and the main drive behind several electronic dance music projects, and has released music as Kruton and Binary Chaffinch on Dissident, D.C Recordings, and I'm a Cliche. He is also one of the founders/brains behind the unique doom disco ensemble Chrome Hoof. Demian Castellanos is best known as the man behind The Oscillation as well as Autotelia and BOOZE (among many others) but it was in BOOZE that both Demian and Milo first wrote and played together. Across ten tracks Nitro Cosmetic concoct a heady mix of pulverizing Beefheart/Devo-esque jagged ferocity coupled with the driving heavy electronics that is alternately mammoth and meditative. The music rushes forth -- a punk noir dissonance that conjures up a collision of Siouxsie and the Banshees at their most uncompromising and then cross pollinated with the acid house scene of the late eighties. The rampaging opening track "Negative Inversion" has a Teutonic, mechanized, nihilistic charge that leads you into a sonic black hole, it is a brutal mix that is uncompromisingly harsh and metallic (think Chrome). Each track feels like a sonic rush layered with a wall of sound approach, combining kinetic and jagged grooves, flashing and chaotic as the psychedelic soundscapes of chaos that has been created lead you sinking into the furthest and darkest reaches of the human psyche. By the time "Pulsed Detonation" lands with its fusion of pulsating, repetitive oppressive beats landing like a jack hammer to the skull your third eye will be ready to pop out. Nitro Cosmetic is avant-garde and experimental -- not a single note, sample or headache-inducing drum hit is out of place, the amount of layers that unfold with each listen is incredible. So please tune in and turn onto Nitro Cosmetic.
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Ajay Saggar is Bhajan Bhoy. This album presents a rich and varied set of compositions that showcase Saggar's skills as an incredibly talented and accomplished composer and musician. With each and every Bhajan Bhoy LP, you are carried to a higher place. With Bhoy On The Wire, the 35 minutes laid out unfolds like a cosmic tapestry, an extraordinary exploration that shimmers and reverberates with newfound vibrancy. The songs were broadcast as part of a session on Steve Barker's On The Wire radio show in April 2024. They were a gift to Steve and his team for 40 years of broadcasting. As Ajay explains in his own words: "In September 1984, I started a degree course at the University of Lancaster. On a wet and soggy Sunday afternoon towards the end of September, I sat in my room staring out at the grey Lancashire landscape, and decided to alleviate the boredom by seeing if there was anything to listen to on the radio. Most of the stations I tuned into were as dull as the weather outside. However, as I neared the end of the FM dial (and was about to give up hope), I chanced upon a station where I was taken by the music being played. That show was 'On The Wire,' introduced by Steve Barker. From there on in, every Sunday, between 2-5pm, I tuned into Radio Lancashire to listen. Steve's shows had an incredible and wide-reaching selection of music and genres, that thrilled your ears and left you wanting more. Tied to that, his deep knowledge of the material he played helped the listener dig into the sounds even more, and also left you in admiration of this trait. In 1985, I started putting on DIY shows in Lancaster and Steve was kind enough to mention the shows on-air, which helped in getting people from different parts of the county to come to the shows. At the tail-end of 1985, he invited me to the studio to come and hang out. When in 1988, the group I was in, Dandelion Adventure, released our first (demo) cassette, it was Steve, who not only played tracks off it, but invited the group to the studio for an interview. Now if you're a young band, that is a massive thrill! And in 1990, when Dandelion Adventure did a John Peel session, I actually used 'On The Wire' jingles (that Steve had put on a cassette and given to me a few years before) on the track 'All the World's A Lounge.' Since then, the show has been a mainstay for me, and so many others around the world, to get turned onto incredible sounds from around the world. And over the course of 40 years, Steve has always supported my music. These six tracks are a 40th birthday gift to the 'On The Wire' team for sharing so much amazing music, and making the world a better place. They were originally broadcast as an exclusive session in April 2024 on 'On The Wire,' and are here for your listening pleasure. Music like shower." Mastered by Chris Hardman in March 2024. Sleeve design and illustration by Jake Blanchard.
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Melle-Aan-Zee is the latest lo-fi recorded collection of improvised pieces by Ghent-based occasional psych folk, kraut infused jam collective De Regering Van Treffelijke Zaken, which seems to continue to give birth to compositions that defy convention and exceed expectations. Just as their sporadic meet-ups seemingly cannot be planned, their enigmatic worlds of sound unfold through pure improvisation, sense of experimentation, a confluence of coincidences and reasoned skits. There's a special kind of magic when things spontaneously align, a magic that can't be replicated by meticulous thought. The unmistakable sound of KRAAK's 12-string guitar advocate Venediktos Tempelboom, Ishtembashtockx's unconventional way of playing anything, Gonzalez's fuzzy and angular contributions backed by Lafong's percussive versatility and rhythmic fiddling make up for expansive, psychedelic jams that sound both tremendously earthy yet out-of-this-world. Melle-Aan-Zee's jams are drenched in weird (out-of-)tunings, swampy acoustic guitars, endless bass-loops, spiraling synths and electric guitar and trance-inducing, ongoing hypnotic grooves. Undoubtedly, and given their improvisational core, in a way also unintended, their sound is inspired by bands and artists such as Träd, Gras Och Stenar, International Harvester, Sylvester Anfang II, Steven R. Smith, Can, and the krautrock era as a whole. However, it could be really anything. And that's exactly what they're all about. DRVTZ will take you on a ride full of twists and turns. Get the album, play it and find yourself in a dreamlike state, dancing on your table or banging your head.
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"Humboldt County has been known for three things the last few decades: celestial redwoods, the most famous hairy cryptid, and potent botanicals. In the early '00s it started to also be known in certain circles for amazing outsider rock and psych jams, when bands such as Starving Weirdos and White Manna began pushing and exporting Humboldt's unique style of free-minded music. From their methods of operation to their fried synaptic frequencies, Spunflower is creating a new sound in Humboldt, but for the world. For this LP, Anthony, Nicholas Talvola , and Luke Aronie set up a remote session at The Old Steeple in the Victorian village of Ferndale. This neatly 120-year-old former Methodist Church is infamous as one of the vibiest places in Humboldt, no doubt having its aura fed by the graveyard that stretches up the hill behind the church (a zone so saturated with heaviness that they filmed scenes from Salem's Lot there). Before the session, Spunflower prepared their minds with a heroism on par with the communes of the late '60s, locked themselves away, and then tuned in to only each other and their immediate surroundings. This experimentation and total immersion in set and setting in order to lock their sound on to a singular mission brings to mind Wümme studio era of Faust or the infamous Open Studio session of Turkish band Haza Vuzu (who locked themselves away from the world for a month in the French countryside with only a single land-line to a satellite house as their connection to the world). With Luke behind the drum kit, Nicolas and Anthony plugged their synths directly into their recording equipment, all three of them connected physically and sonically through their headphones. For three nights and four days they rode the same plane communicating with each other through improvisation, rhythm and decalcomania, teasing out new forms not immediately apparent. Cutting away some sounds while building new ones, Nicholas and local musician Russ Thallheimer overdubbed new horn sections and Michael Dieter added bass, transforming the record into a wholly new beast. To my ears, this final record that you hold in your hands exists in the same sonic fold of a universe that houses the Italian band Sinistri's On The Corner-influenced deconstructed funk, Jodorowsky's compositions for El Topo, Sun Ra's Cosmic Tones For Mental Therapy, and maybe just a touch of Chrome's mechanical dystopian visions. Despite these surface comparisons, what Spunflower have made here is a record that could have only come from Humboldt, one with a wholly singular vision and the best example of taking a heavy space and offering its sound to the world." Ben Chasny, May 2024.
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Plastic Crimewave Syndicate returns with one collective foot in overdriven space-biker scuzz rock, but the other bigfoot kicking upward into new galaxies of synth punk, no-prog, and freek funk. Yes, the new PCWS LP, Tales From the Golden Skull, GROOVES -- but from the perspective of the Japan n' Kraut/Eurorock undergrounds, coated in some nasty Windy City grime. Aided by the Chicago Cosmonaut Couriers Crew, ala famed renaissance man Mac Blackout (synths/horns/electronics), Przemyslaw Krys Drazek (trumpet) of longtime zone-jammers Drazek Fuscaldo/Mako Sica, Will MacLean on Moog keytar, plus the oldest-school synthlord Bil Vermette, who's been modulating since the '70s. Tales From the Golden Skull is a near-concept LP that looks back at fallen friends and collaborators, and then into the unwritten golden future (as PCW himself hit the golden 50). The sonic journey dips into dark textural valleys, and chugging riffs rising to the fiery heavens, as the thundering-but-subtle rhythm section of Jose "Beast but Best" Bernal and Rob "Dead Feathers" Rodak know when to crash and when to burn (one). Sir PCW lays down his trademark big muff-blastage and echo-cries, to channel the despair and feral bark of the mighty Vega/Hammill/Iggy/Dickie P/Haino/Mojo-Risin/Mizutani, but also knows when to shut up for some layered instrumental Embryo/Harvester/Fausty trance rock and dabbed/dubbed out "not-quite-shoegazin" calmness in the eye of the Ur-storm. This might be the most expansive, detailed yet furious PCWS LP yet, recorded at Rec Room studios with Eric Block. So strap the headphones on and absorb the tales of this spaced ritual-rock opus.
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To Celebrate its 25th anniversary, Cardinal Fuzz and Feeding Tube Records present the lost classic that is Outrageous Cherry's Out There In The Dark, presented for the very first time on vinyl. Originally released via the DF2K (the contemporary sister label of Del-Fi), one of the classic labels of the '50s and '60s (Richie Valens/Bobby Fuller) and in Europe via Poptones. While earlier records shared a love of The Turtles, The Troggs, and Television Personalities (among a host of other stuff), Out There In The Dark feels like Eno and Hawkwind filtered through Petula Clark's hit singles and Spectorized via Matthew Smiths' wonderful analog production. Recorded at Jim Diamond's Ghetto Recorders Studio, this release makes use of a huge ancient reel to reel machine that provides that superb tape echo effect employed across this LP. Like Guided By Voices, Outrageous Cherry's affection for this kind of music never sounds retro, and their experimental touches make Out There In The Dark plays like a jukebox full of forgotten hits, a time machine with its controls set for the past and the future. Across 13 tracks, sweet melodies and harmonies soar over vicious urban Motor City guitar workouts. Motown-fueled bass and drums throb hypnotically as Matthew Smith sings as though Brian Wilson had been an honorary Ramone. Beatle-esque pop numbers like "Tracy", "Corruptable," and the made-for-AM radio "Where Do I Go When You Dream?" balance moodier songs like the album's narcotic centerpiece, "Easy Come, Uneasy Glow." Their trippy side comes to the forefront on the excellent, backwards guitar-driven "Only the Easy Way Down," as Larry Rays solos cut like a jagged knife, and in the title track's drifting guitars and shifting tempos. Smith's ultra-faithful, vintage production style sparkles on "A Bad Movie." The album closer "There's No Escape From the Infinite" ends in a trance-inducing guitar apocalypse that would make Spacemen 3 and The Jesus And Mary Chain proud. Presented in a gloss laminated outer sleeve and with a four-page folded A4 insert and download code.
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Cardinal Fuzz and Feeding Tube Records have the pleasure of unleashing the sizzling contact high sounds of Yerba Mansa's new LP release -- Gravity's Joke. As the heppest of you undoubtedly know, Yerba Mansa are Edwin Stevens (Irma Vep, Klaus Kinski, The Web of Lies) and Andrew Cheetham (Richard Dawson, Jane Weaver, Waterless Hilss). Both have been members of Desmadrados Soldados de Ventura, and are purveyors of raging, mind-bending primitive garage infused Middle-Eastern free-rock psychedelia. Showcased here is Edwin's mesmerizing guitar playing, capable of conjuring sonic specters from thin air and Andrew's limitless drumming, rooted in jazz and totally mesmerizing in fluidity and movement. Within Gravity's Joke, the grooves are some of the fiercest apocalyptic and heady jams you will hear this year. Yerba Mansa whirl up demonic raga meltdowns which showcase their individual chops and duo telepathy; the guitar vernacular is pure Sharrock/Flower/Quine -- indeed the tuning sounds like it could be ostrich, and the drumming is more octopus. Side two is a near 20-minute mystical freak out. The whole shebang could and should implode at any time, but doesn't. It hangs together somehow as melodies appear out of the chaos, and the title track relentlessly builds up to a shamonic climax, akin to stumbling across a Voodoun ritual in the American Plains. Sizzling, stifling and ever so slightly ear-scraping -- this is a must for any lover of untamed music.
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Ever wondered what music would sound like if it was ripped from the space directly preceding sleep? The tracks within this album are your gateway to discovery. These recordings, which were laid down especially for the USA radio stations WFMU and WGXC, will melt your speakers and your mind. Released on the ever-excellent Feeding Tube Records (USA) and Cardinal Fuzz (UK). Bhajan Bhoy (aka Ajay Saggar) symbolizes boundless creative freedom in all the music he has produced to date. This LP is no exception to that rule -- in fact, this album showcases an even wider spectrum of sounds and ideas than could ever be imagined. From heavy lysergic guitar excursions, to dub inflected guitar pedal pop, to nu-age minimalism, to electronic experimentalism -- all the terms and descriptions in the world don't do justice to the originality that lies within. When USA radio station WFMU asked Ajay to contribute tracks to a session for the show 'Feelings' (co-hosted by Michele and Creamo Coyl), he turned in five tracks that received tremendous feedback from around the world on the station's live chatline when broadcast. In addition, a session for WGXC further showcased the songwriting talent of Ajay. The ensuing three-week tour of the USA cemented Bhajan Bhoy's status as one of the most innovative musicians around. This LP marks another giant leap forward in Bhajan Bhoy's musical development. He's brimming with ideas and the imagination runs wild. This music is for the listeners who want to follow a path of discovery and be mesmerized and blown away by what they hear. Be sure to be one of the listening party. Written, recorded, mixed by Ajay Saggar at Soundation Studio in the summer of 2023. Mastered by Helmut Erler. Sleeve design by Jake Blanchard.
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Cardinal Fuzz and Feeding Tube Records present the second LP from Tomoyuki Trio (Tomoyuki Aoki, Mike Vest, and Dave Sneddon) following their debut LP Mars on the esteemed Riot Season Record Label. Tomoyuki Aoki is the founding member and lead guitarist of the legendary Tokyo Psych Monsters Up-Tight. Of all the Japanese psych-rock groups that emerged in the late nineties and early noughties, Up-Tight are the most reverent, the most directly plugged into the source, from their name (Velvet Underground) with knowing referential song titles like "Sweet Sister" to their extended heavy, dark black clad acid fried one chord psych melters -- bands like Fushitsusha, White Heaven, Kousokuya, Shizuka, and the grandaddies of 'em all, the deservedly-legendary, Les Rallizes Denudes. Shitsuren if anything has got an even heavier, dronier edge than the last one. Super fuzzed guitars, sad ballads, grinding distorto epics and numbed, narcotic rhythms. This is one to play at maximum volume so that you can soak up its molten magik, as over two sides of Shitsuren's grueling guitar hypnotics you uncover the darker side of the ensembles personality to find them digging deep to drag the audience with them into the shadows of stoner psyche. If you can picture Okhami No Jikan, Asahito Nanjo, Musica Transonic, and Toho Sara then you're close to the outrageous levels of psychedelic excess captured here, a riotous concoction of ferociously brooding, locked down heavy bearing intensity of fierce/brutal speaker battering in the red levels.
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Volume 1. On September 13th, 2023 a musical collision occurred between The Band Whose Name Is A Symbol and Dead Sea Apes. With a room booked and a full moon glowing, the doors were locked and for the next 120 minutes, the nine members created nirvana/chaos where, with no direction, all possibilities were endlessly explored. Like hearing the lost Amon Düül recording you've waited 50 years for, Glenn Branca's wall of guitars, the shamanic cacophony of The Boredoms, psych melters Comets on Fire, and so much more. It is punk; it is fury; it is noise in its rash extremity, psychedelic in form. It feels as though everyone in that room was connected to a universal mind decoder, as wave after wave of pure sonic free flowing energy built and built to climatic zeniths. Here is the recording of nine friends who gathered on Eine Nacht.
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Volume 2. On September 13th, 2023 a musical collision occurred between The Band Whose Name Is A Symbol and Dead Sea Apes. With a room booked and a full moon glowing, the doors were locked and for the next 120 minutes, the nine members created nirvana/chaos where, with no direction, all possibilities were endlessly explored. Like hearing the lost Amon Düül recording you've waited 50 years for, Glenn Branca's wall of guitars, the shamanic cacophony of The Boredoms, psych melters Comets on Fire, and so much more. It is punk; it is fury; it is noise in its rash extremity, psychedelic in form. It feels as though everyone in that room was connected to a universal mind decoder, as wave after wave of pure sonic free flowing energy built and built to climatic zeniths. Here is the recording of nine friends who gathered on Eine Nacht.
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Volume 3. On September 13th, 2023 a musical collision occurred between The Band Whose Name Is A Symbol and Dead Sea Apes. With a room booked and a full moon glowing, the doors were locked and for the next 120 minutes, the nine members created nirvana/chaos where, with no direction, all possibilities were endlessly explored. Like hearing the lost Amon Düül recording you've waited 50 years for, Glenn Branca's wall of guitars, the shamanic cacophony of The Boredoms, psych melters Comets on Fire, and so much more. It is punk; it is fury; it is noise in its rash extremity, psychedelic in form. It feels as though everyone in that room was connected to a universal mind decoder, as wave after wave of pure sonic free flowing energy built and built to climatic zeniths. Here is the recording of nine friends who gathered on Eine Nacht.
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E Gone is Daniel Westerlund from Stockholm, Sweden, and Adventures Before the Body is his long-awaited latest excursion into cosmically earthy musical alchemy, rounding out a trilogy of albums begun in 2013 with All the Suns of the Earth, and continuing with Advice to Hill Walkers in 2016 (both also released by Deep Water Acres and Sunrise Ocean Bender). Musically, Adventures builds on its predecessors' eclecticism and love of sonic juxtapositions -- astute psychedelic guitar lines swirled together with exotic instrumentation and modal motifs, rock riffs alongside ethnic percussion and old-school beats, drones and atmospheric effects blending into electronic deep dives. A pair of songs bring back Westerlund's vocals, though the overall compositional logic scales up from the shorter instrumental pieces on Advice into more progressive territory (most notably the 14-minute title track). As that suggests, Adventures also extends the triptych conceptually -- if All the Suns was about waking up and breaking free, and Advice was a metaphorical travel guide of diverse vignettes, Adventures is about expansion or explosion, whether outwards or inwards; evoking, in the man's own words, "a feeling of vertigo in the vastness of the universe." That said, deep philosophical musings are in no way necessary to appreciate the sheer enjoyment within Adventures' grooves. These are songs and sounds of mystery and wonder, as sonically experimental as they are melodically accessible, taking form somewhere outside of conventional genre lines. An album of shifting textures and formidable scope that rewards attentive ears and repeat listening. Adventures Before the Body is brought to you by Cardinal Fuzz/Feeding Tube Records, in collaboration with Deep Water Acres, and in tribute to Sunrise Ocean Bender Records and Kevin McFadin.
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Cardinal Fuzz/Feeding Tube Records in collaboration with Deep Water Acres and in tribute to Sunrise Ocean Bender Records bring to you: Elkhorn -- Other Worlds. Drew Gardner and Jesse Sheppard, the two-guitar duo of Elkhorn, share a musical brotherhood that spans several decades. From their nascent high school socialist-realist post-punk band Mayfirst, to teenage scavenger trips to the Princeton Record Exchange and City Gardens, the two came of age goofing along to the Dead Kennedys, the Butthole Surfers, and Sonic Youth in the dank Jersey/Philly-scene music holes. Elkhorn has long traversed the valleys between fried cosmic psychedelia and American Primitive, particularly the latter style's reverence for a wide range of folk and blues idioms ranging from County Records compilations to the Mississippi Sheiks. While the pair is best known for their acoustic guitar explorations, Other Worlds continues their recent experiments with other instrumental possibilities. For instance, on the previous Elkhorn release On the Whole Universe in All Directions, Drew switched to vibraphone and drums, with Jesse playing 12-string guitar. Other Worlds, on the other hand, finds them in a recognizable "rock trio" format (in improvisational mode) -- Drew is on electric guitar, with Jesse playing bass, and they are again joined by Ian McColm on drums, with the free-flowing groove he brings. On the opening track "Watching the Skies" you can feel the forward propulsion this power trio sets up, a cosmic widescreen which Elkhorn proceed to rock and groove across the whole of Other Worlds. Three flawless musicians in their own right, together they form a telepathic psychic link that taps into the otherworldly flow that is Other Worlds, as the synergy created by Jesse and Ian leaves Drew plenty of space to take off on exhilarating and soaring flights of fuzzy haze fire that results in a musical journey toward transcendence. Elkhorn demonstrate again and again that there is no height they won't scale, no direction they won't travel. Have Elkhorn ever sounded as heavy or as on fire as the recordings laid down here? You be the judge. The trio is multitudes. The trio is one.
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Cardinal Fuzz and Feeding Tube Records are present the latest hazy fried sounds of New York State's Ambassador Hazy (aka Sterling Deweese) and Leaving Here. Leaving Here is hallucinatory lightning in a bottle -- it is the sound of sunny summer days passing by and old friends coming and going, and psychedelics slipping in and out of your mind in vast quantities. Each song is an acid-soaked rabbit hole which sucks you in and leaves you immersed in an unusual sonic world projected before you in brilliant technicolor. Musically each song veers between bright sunshine fuzzy soaked pop and dark warping druggy-tinged nightmares that is the USA in 2024. It quickly becomes clear that Ambassador Hazy is an artist driven by an expansive musical vision; one which feels as sumptuous as it is otherworldly. Immaculately bright and infectiously catchy psych pop gems packed full of odd detours and abrupt freakish left turns. The songs here are far too densely packed with way too many ideas for them to ever sound uninteresting or bland, each passage is a triumph of an expansive musical vision; one which feels as sumptuous as it is otherworldly. Leaving Here expands upon what Ambassador Hazy has experimented upon their previous releases, that sense of wonder and outlandish that leaves you immersed in a wonderful landscape of hypnotic, transcendental sounds and surrealistic lyrics. On the surface, Leaving Here is a psych pop album, but when you peel back the outer layers, you're left with something that feels far beyond this world. Think all your favorite fuzzy bands on a nice, big, psychedelic drug cocktail. Leaving Here is presented in a 350gsm laminated outer sleeve with insert and adorned with the eye-catching artwork by Greg Gangemi. Pressed on clear vinyl.
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Sun Reflector is the debut LP collaboration by Heffernan (Ivan The Tolerable, All Structures Align, King Champion Sounds, University Challenged) and Pärk (Black Tempel Pyramid, Teeth Of Glass, Kosmonaut). Sun Reflector is steeped in a haze of primitive drum machines, fanned phase and sustained scuzz-rippled guitar chimes, an ambient electronic creation with emphasis on repetitive trance-inducing rhythmic pulsations of electronic sound and subtle counterpoints that slowly unfold as the rhythmic drive marches forth utilizing the Motorik 4/4 beat with the lysergic kosmische sonic textures of Cluster. With Heffernan (bass, guitars and drones) based in the Northeast of England and Pärk (synths, drones and loops) based in Colorado USA on the border with New Mexico -- the portal they opened up between these environments creates a travelogue that unites physical and inner space, a series of trance induced states rendered in vivid color, a delirious portal into the ether. "Harmonic Coast" opens and is a heady downtempo affair, an earthly vibration that slips effortlessly between peyote peaking trekking trips and Balearic sunset vibes. The somnambulistic drift of "The Sun" sets the stage with a series of shimmering, circular synth pulses where hidden details slowly emerge over multiple listens. Album closer "Fever Mirage" creates a clear-eyed appreciation of the pastoral beauty that surrounds us, it's a journey that summons up an occult-like dream of glacial arpeggios and whispering synths that pull your attention in to this hypnotizing listening experience. Sun Reflector is a collective sound in which a lot is allowed, and a lot is done. That combined with the compositional ingenuity where the heterogeneous timbres create a time travelled cosmic mysticism that summons up the spirits and visions of Harmonia, Cluster, Eno, and Phillip Glass. Shimmering and transcendent we present to you for your listening experience Sun Reflector.
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"This album is part of a triptych. I spent between January 2021 and June 2022 recording, shaping, crafting and moulding a whole set of songs which ebbed and flowed and took different directions over time. Unlike the first album, I collaborated with friends on some of these new songs, which brought them to life in a beautiful manner, that I definitely couldn't have achieved if I had done them alone. The concept of collaboration is a beautiful thing where you get to share your art with others and the process brings you closer to the players and also to the song. The songs on this album are varied stylistically, but there is a common thread running through it all, namely that of love. Combining psych, drones, minimalism, free jazz, electronic music and dub in this work, this is another album's worth of musical joy and wonder for all to enjoy. When the label honchos at Cardinal Fuzz (UK) and Feeding Tube Records (USA) heard the cassette, they loved it so much that they requested to release it on vinyl. I duly agreed, and as well as vinyl, there also a limited edition run of CDs in a gatefold sleeve, designed by Sam Giles." --Ajay Saggar
All songs conceived, written, played, sung and recorded by Ajay Saggar at Soundation Studio between January 2021 and June 2022. Featuring Holly Habstritt Gaal (vocals on "Won't You Wait?") and Ab Baars (shakuhachi on "I Love You So"). Mastered by Chris Hardman. Sleeve design by Oli Heffernan. Inside photo by Rob Verweij.
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Cardinal Fuzz (UK) and Feeding Tube Records (USA) once again join forces to release this behemoth of an album. Attack Of Sound is an unapologetic swooning love letter to pop music. It's the perfect album, where dissonant and harsh guitars are juxtaposed with almost bubblegum pop. Sheets of feedback over inept tribalism and sugared by amazingly sweet vocals. This album works brilliantly as Ajay & Holly show their innate love of classic '60s pop and psychedelia as much as the Stooges. The ghosts of Love and Phil Spector haunt the wasted grooves of "What The Girl Does" and "Damned And Drowned," while the lurching punk noise mayhem of "How We Made It Seem" resurrects the in-yer-face Detroit icons like the MC5. Attack Of Sound remains a touchstone for all the people who ever believed that rock was for waking you up. Equal parts Beach Boys' melody and Velvets' minimalism. It still provides that visceral thrill -- an attack of sound! Recorded and mixed at Soundation Studio by Ajay. Mastered by Chris Hardman. Sleeve design by Oli Heffernan. Band photo by Rob Verweij. Limited-edition of 300 copies.
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Joseph of Kirezi were formed in Ikebukuro (Tokyo) in 2012, and since then they have been roaming the outermost corners of the black clad psychedelic underground. So please get ready to treat your ears to The Only Way Out Is Through -- a pounding tour de force of amp destroying killer fuzz wah sike rock. If there was ever music to be played in that killer sixties exploitation movie -- in that biker club scene where everyone has been spiked with the brown acid and the bad trip is coming on strong -- then this would be it, a pounding and ferocious white noise psychedelic nightmare. There are no subtle intricacies here, just the joy in the classic combination of excess volume and repetition -- crushing levels of heaviness all enveloped in a white noise fury. Taking cues from kindred spirits such as High Rise, The Stooges, Black Sabbath, Hawkwind, Amon Düül II, Spacemen 3, The Heads -- music for freaks in the know. Prepare to vibrate as you turn on, tune in, and freak out!
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