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WEIRD 079CD
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"Object Permanence is one of the catchiest releases in the Weird Forest catalog but this isn't empty-calorie Diet Mountain Dew for the ears. The hooks will stand out initially but repeated listens reveal nuances embedded in the music and the care that went into creating these compositions. The boys aren't afraid of big hooks and choruses but they warp traditional song structures and abandon verse-chorus-verse. Indeed, Excavacations don't write songs as much as they craft delicate sonic vignettes, song miniatures that ebb and flow, often interweaving and bleeding into each other. Maximalists by nature, nearly every track incorporates overdubbed layers and unusual sonic elements into its core but somehow it all just works -- the songs never sound overcrowded or weird for the sake of it. Object Permanence comprises of songs culled from a string of underground cassette releases on the venerable Stunned, Avant Archive and Paramita labels plus four new exclusive tracks but the album sounds like a cohesive statement."
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"Finally, the legendary Finnish black metal project returns with the first full-length album in years! With a unique and encompassing sound, Dead Reptile Shrine has always been uncomfortably slotted in the black metal genre but DRS fits right into the Weird Forest catalog. The Sun of Circles and Wood encapsulates all aspects of the Dead Reptile Shrine sound: primitive riffs, ambient synth pieces, droning backdrops, snarled vocals, plaintive cries, Satanic chants, the works. But this album isn't a celebration of darkness -- it's a portrait of a soul being torn apart by dark and light elements. The poor listener is dropped down a well and left to wallow in the stench of her own soul's filthy excrement, the pain alleviated only by scant glimpses of light at the top of the well that seems so far, far away. The Sun of Circles and Wood was mastered by Pete Swanson and comes in a beautiful full-color deluxe gatefold vinyl edition limited to 500 copies."
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"With a pair of cassette releases in recent months on the venerable tape labels, Stunned Records and 905 Tapes, Garrincha & The Stolen Elk may seem like neophytes on the scene but the truth is Davy Bui and Matt Kretzmann have been making music together in one form or another since 2002. 'I Don't Believe You' kicks off the album with chiming bells and an upbeat church hymn slowed down and matched to a barrage of processed chanting voices. The song morphs into a hypnotic guitar loop layered with ringing synths, guitar washes and ghostly vocals, all building to a cacophonous climax replete with bleating saxes, a buzz metal riff and shredded guitar. 'Tower of Babble' begins with sounds of rainfall and something sounding like slowed-down Gregorian chants as a chiming guitar melody softly repeats, eventually giving way to a buzzing organ drone, a tribal drum beat and belted German vocals before taking a final sinister turn with an insistent snare roll propelling the song towards its grand finale. The album concludes with the side-long, three-part 'First Rites, Last Communion' suite. Heavily comprised of processed Asian church ceremony field recordings accompanied by occasional guitar and keyboard statements, the piece eventually erupts into a maelstrom of noise blasts, wild guitar and ringing bells before settling into a series of long, drawn out tones. Mastered by Graham Lambkin (ex-Shadow Ring), this album sounds like little else in the Weird Forest catalog."
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"Raphael Lyon is the enigma known as Mudboy. From the incredibly detailed art/packaging to bizarre mp3 releases attached to scrap metal or plant matter to Freddy Krueger-inspired art installations, Lyon has always been one of the strangest cats on the scene. This unique perspective also infects his music. Whereas many of today's kosmiche-influenced artists bubble up from the noise scene (with knob-twiddling pedal pusher seemingly a prequisite to sequencing synth jammer these days), Mudboy's work hints more toward the avant-garde as well as a touch of the classical. Originally released on CD in 2005, This Is Folk Music finds Lyon placing each sound with purpose and carefully sequencing the songs to create a dark, slightly twisted yet strangely beautiful soundscape. Listen to the gunshot crack that kicks the album into high gear on 'Solitron Wave', the seamless transition from the sparkling melody of 'Running' into the jungle rhythms of 'Beirut Dance Party', even commonplace field recordings of waves and night sounds take on a different dimension in Lyon's hands. This Is Folk Music may have been his first major release but already, all the trademark elements are present: the skewed aesthetic, the attention to detail and especially, the strong compositional sense. This is Mudboy. Art/layout by Raphael Lyon. Vinyl reissue specially re-sequenced by the artist. Limited edition of 500 includes 22" x 22" insert with mp3 download of the album in its original form."
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"Perhaps the true test of an artist is taking common elements and fashioning a unique sound all their own. Elijah Forrest, as Terrors, is one artist who passes the test. A bi-coastal vagabond dropping tapes from southern California to Baltimore, Forrest has traveled many miles, seen a lot and judging from his music, not all of these experiences have been good. Terrors is relatively unprolific by underground tape culture standards, putting out a handful of well-received cassettes over the last few years. Each release is filled with simple songs built around his voice, guitar and at times, a healthy wallop of tape hiss ambiance and feedback. With these simple ingredients, Forrest injects a sense of weariness and sadness into his songs -- even the instrumentals which loop, layer and wrap back around themselves seem imbued with a touch of grey. The chords, melodies and progressions may sound familiar but in Forrest's hands, a freshness and timelessness breathes within these songs. Weird Forest is excited to present Lagan Qord, a compilation of Terrors tracks culled from the last few years. Wonderfully remastered by Sean McCann, these songs have never sounded better."
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"Sarah Lipstate is Noveller and Glacial Glow is her most assured, accomplished statement to date. Lipstate largely sheds the distortion and feedback present in much of her earlier work. Instead, she relies on instantly memorable melodies, a wider sonic palette, and excellent pacing to deliver arguably her best album. Noveller announces her intentions from the opening track, appropriately titled 'Entering', as the syncopated rhythm of the melody represents a new twist from her previous guitar work. This is only the hors d'oeuvre for the stunning 'Glacial Wave', which drifts along serenely until Lipstate rains down gorgeous arpeggios like icy shards from the heavens. Other pieces feature sparse arrangements anchored by pulsing throbs which evoke a subtle, creeping anxiety more menacing than the feel-good retro-horror soundtracks making the rounds these days. Throughout Glacial Glow, Lipstate exercises restraint and a fleeting melancholy feeling pervades the album. It says something about an album's quality when the closing track, 'Ends', is chosen as the lead-off video. Ocean sounds combine with the lovely chord progression and guitar lines to create an uplifting, yet slightly wistful feeling and a perfect bookend to the record."
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LP version on clear vinyl with full-color, double-sided insert.
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"Leon Dufficy is primarily known as guitarist in the hippie-jam outfit, Hush Arbors, but now he steps into his own as the driving force behind Winter Drones. Sounding like the perfect combination of fuzzed-out ambient drift, shoegaze swirl and propulsive pop sensibilities, Winter Drones have slowly gained attention in their native U.K. with a handful of obscure CD-R/cassette releases and compilation appearances. Earlier this year, the band's debut album, Blood In The Coffin, came out as a limited-edition tape on U.K. micro-label Sexbeat Records. While legions of artists are mining the ambient style, Dufficy stands out because of his ability to develop his soundscapes, infusing them with a touch of melody to impart a sense of emotion. Songs like the lead-off track, 'Watch Your Eyes,' set the mood perfectly while 'Bongs Dream' shows Dufficy's intuitive understanding that the perfectly weighted note/chord can add tremendous emotional resonance to an atmospheric piece. But Dufficy isn't some common nu-age denizen and the album really shines when the drums come in and the band rocks out. 'Winnie Coopers Bones' and 'Two Long Weeks Part 2' find Dufficy perfectly capable of crafting memorable songs that stick with the listener. The album's centerpiece, 'Stiff Wizard,' serves as a thesis statement for the entire album. Over ten minutes, the track starts with flanged/fuzzed guitars swishing about and sounding like jet engines on a runway. As the piece builds towards take-off, a simple radar-like melody begins pinging and the song takes flight when the drums and driving guitar chords launch in -- a perfect microcosm of the whole record."
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"Weird Forest drops the debut 12" from Sacramento's newest, best-kept, filthy secret. Buk Buk Bigups was created as an avenue for Sacramento-based musician Aaron Zeff to explore the outer parameters of popular and experimental music. Influenced by industrial tones, Krautrock rhythms and disco humor, Zeff takes the forgotten sounds of 1999 pre-Brooklyn Sacramento and reinvigorates the disco-notdisco formula with some guitar freakazoid dead-pan party anthems and fried mutant bedroom funk. The A-side, 'Hot Mess', gives a nod to a DFA-style production through chopped high-end riddim, but with a classic vibe: Manzanera's Primitive Guitar-era axe soaring solos, Roger Troutman's blunted affected vocals, and unconscious Dirty Mind cat-calls. 'Endless Itch', the B-side, is a lurching oxycotin-laced slow burner not straying too far from a funkier version of Factums or a subdued Gary War, but channeling Bay Area legends Tuxedomoon. We've already coined the default genre descriptor for your blog: 'plastic brown-eye soul' or, if you like, 'valley downer funk.'"
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"DMPH is a new Sacramento-Oakland free improv trio consisting of Chad Stockdale (tenor sax), Kevin Corcoran (drums/percussion) and Derek Monypeny (guitar). This record finds them starting from intuitive scatter/splatter into a deep, dense windtunnel on Side A (Oakland), while on Side B (Sacramento) a similarly conversational beginning leads to a highly electricified freakout squall that might put some heads in mind of Last Exit. Clearly, these guys have done their homework. Derek plays guitar in the magnificent bay area group Oaxacan and Kevin has recorded with such luminaries as Tetuzi Akiyama and Christian Kiefer. Chad has previously appeared on records with Kevin and is one half of the free jazz duo Klondike & York."
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"First off, this 2xLP set has THEE best cover I've laid my sockets on in many moons. It is soooo eye-burningly great that I'm tempted to run out and buy a van just to have the image painted on it. It's about time the art world came around to the lucrative 'ray-gun touting topless women riding giant tarantulas through darkened valleys' market. Bra-fuckin'-vo! But I'm not getting off my high horse just yet. I must say that this latest from NorCal's finest, Starving Weirdos, is one of their most swell/swollen yet to date. Four flippin' sides of confuse-adelia for both the farm-fresh kid to the well-heeled cad. Way noisier than the releases on Root Strata, Path of Lighting is chock full of mystery moves and dynamo hums, from the tripped-out textural flips on 'Into the Flatlands' flickering in and out of foci to the almost-an-environmental-statement of 'N.Y. Blues' with talk show jibber jabbing into the corrosive static as the grooves run out. The two dudes in Starving Weirdos are joined by yet another dude for two tracks and it's tough to know exactly what he's adding (besides another layer of ecstasy gush) but they're my fave sides. For sure. These two sides sound like the fine line that separates No Neck Blues Band from Sunburned Hand of the Man. The final track could/should have been in the movie Rosemary's Baby, right around the time Mia Farrow is screaming 'What have you done to his eyes!' As the kids these days say, 'Fuck you, dad!' -- no wait, 'Dude, that would rule!' Yeah, that's it. So, let recap -- you get the deluxe gatefold jacket courtesy of the always peachy Weird Forest label, twin slabs of head-spinning secret laboratory recordings and man -- that cover is making me so hot!." -- Dennis Yudt
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Repressed. "Nearly 40 years after its creation, Weird Forest is proud to release this seminal jazz album for the first time ever on vinyl. The incendiary grooves captured in this wax defy description. It is not free, funk, fusion or fire music - it encompasses all of these sounds and then blasts far beyond them. Featuring the late great organist, Larry Young (Miles Davis circa Bitches Brew, Tony Williams' Lifetime, etc), this album is mandatory listening for fans of Miles Davis' Live Evil fusion era, Young's own Lawrence Of Newark, Sun Ra's cosmic explorations and even Japanese guitar terrorists like Keiji Haino and Masayuki Takayanagi. Beautifully packaged, Weird Forest-style, in a deluxe double-gatefold cover and remastered for vinyl by Weasel Walter, the Love Cry Want 2xLP is an essential document of a criminally unheralded group." Recorded in 1972.
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"It's true of Bathing Druid, as it's probably true of all major proverbs, 80-syllable titles of old-fashioned royalty and a good deal of e.e. cummings' later poetry: it all started with a Madlibs-derivative word game. Despite the unbelievable weight of its results, the game is surprisingly basic. It requires three players, each of whom independently chooses one word to fill in a sentence, the structure of which is always the same from round to round ('What is a (noun) but an (adjective) (noun)?'). When the sentence is filled in with sufficiently vague, timeless words, the game can conjure some profound questions. In fact, if you read all of the obscure, sometimes omitted footnotes to the texts of the ancient philosophers, you will find one consistent source from which knowledge has been universally drawn since the dawn of time: The Sentence Game. (Modern technology has brought about the height of the game's productivity, through a widespread experiment, being conducted in zoos everywhere: for years, chimpanzees have been arbitrarily pontificating, through machines designed to offer random words at the press of a button.) As previously mentioned, it was through this game that Bathing Druid got its name (the result of the fated round was, 'What is the midwest but a bathing druid?'). Philosophical doors swung wide open when first this question was asked, and Bathing Druid like Brigadoon descended on the Earth -- an apparition, both quick to enchant and to disappear. Luckily, those who stumbled upon the band in its brief window of being need not wait 100 years for its next appearance. This 7" record is the only known artyfact of Bathing Druid. All songs were created within one week, and recorded in one day. May the Beltane Loofah wash you clean and make you new."
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"I think Chris Madak was born after impact in a car crash, and his Hyperborean Trenchtown will enter the world in a similar fashion. The album resonates a future sound vision that can only come from an old soul destined to further pave the paths laid by electronic and minimalist pioneers. Thorough audio examinations covering every facet of sound/tone property as a whole will reveal astonishing new layers listen after listen. Undeniably pure processes of creating and sustaining sound visually, sonically and otherwise brings a mathematical and scientific accuracy that hasn't been seen since the days of Lovely Music Ltd. or GRM. The album's two side-long cuts are divided into two displays of versatility with varied sound sources including amplified acoustic instruments, hand-made electronics, phonography and more. Brilliant textures and audio hallucinogenic time/space wormholes create infinite listening possibilities for this album. Few albums can create such a disorienting tunnel that it sounds as if the record has multiple albums locked within itself -- you can hear these sounds and interpret them in so many ways that only time can unlock its many possibilities. Great albums only gain significance and this is surely no exception. Listen to this record on your turntable and stop time completely or melt into the past or the future with it -- your choice." -- John Elliott. Silkscreened jacket.
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"Hey, sometimes everything gets a little too much and the ol' nostrils feel constricted and the stomach feels empty and inside out. 'Just step out of it [like a transparent sphere].' 'I was always told to use a warm towel.' However. What is this Hexlove shit doing to me right now? Putting me on the ropes, yo. West Coasting Zac Nelson double-doses and lifts this rump roast with layers of sprite-like bliss wafting; a come-and-go series of ghosts over spans of time then in fact here comes a complete cosmic sine-flute journey. I don't know, maybe Vangelis and Klaus Schulze get fed each other's good vibes and then, oh yeah, the realness of the sound and a weight or extreme heaviness. Walls, sheets, large tarps of these 'good vibes' get spun by a sampler dish of Sunroof-esque absolute hum'n'burn clatter, completely searing, straight-up whopper, and somewhere around the near edge of celestial submerged polyorchestral non-existence emersion into microshard peaks of looping bucolic, stoney walk-on-the-water synth(?) fragment melody permeation you -- eventually, no matter where you are -- you're pretty much lost in a mellow excitement/familiar space 'I think someone whispered my name' - type deal. All the mentioned unfolds in one 39 minute track." -- Loren Shimanek
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WEIRD 009LP
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2005 release. "San Francisco-based rock band So So Many White White Tigers play bad-energy, propulsive, off-timed noise skree with lots of ballsy guitar moves and dysfunctional vocal shrieks and squeals from Liza that are sure to sting and cause infection. Gerald lays waste to the drums and guitarist Ned positively shreds the strings. Garage-y punk and chunks of mammoth wall of noise, like if Harry Pussy made rock songs or something. Whatever it is, one thing's for sure -- something just ain't right with these kids. So So Many White White Tigers were born to come to your town and freak you out. Recorded by Mr. Chris Woodhouse. And we're not just saying it's good: the band was picked as a Bay Area Best by the SF Chronicle and the packaging, designed by Aaron Winters at Abide Visuals, was recognized as one of 2005's best designs in HOW magazine's International Design Annual." Limited to 660 copies on kitty-head collage picture discs.
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2002 release. "This is the high and mighty speaker shredding first documentation of the duo of Chad Stockdale (Klondike and York) and Kevin Corcoran (Antennas Erupt, Get Get Go,). The idea behind this album was to make a hardcore record but through free jazz idioms. I played my tenor through a rat pedal and Kevin got in touch with his inner hardcore monster for the drums. Chris Woodhouse recorded for maximum potency. This is a 7" of loud whirlwind sudden blasts of howling, house-flattening, molten meltdown compression, chamber, free core. I'm VERY happy with this record. It came out just like I wanted." Limited to 300 copies on yellow vinyl with fantastic see-through cover art.
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"If one were dim enough to go about explaining the new double LP from Hexlove/Faulouah by pointing up parallels between it and the future-thinking music which has surely influenced its creator, I imagine the task wouldn't be too daunting. One may first notice that Free Jazz From Slavery is awash in the sublimely complex percussion patterns of 20th century composers like Harry Partch, Eugene Kurtz, and Iannis Xenakis. Or one might wonder if Zac Nelson, the man in the cockpit of this thing, hadn't been listening to Another Green World since he was in the womb. And certainly it wouldn't be a stretch to say that the jibing spirit of early-'80s Pere Ubu experimentation is all over the more flippant efforts like 'Don't Say I Didn't Warm Yah' and the watery blurb that opens the record, 'Aztec vs. Dolphin.' This, though, is the wrong way to go about listening to or talking about any of Hexlove/Faulouah's work. Musical ancestors are worn proudly on Nelson's sleeve, but as eagerly as he celebrates them, he also delights in taking them, along with himself, down a peg. The snarky punning of the album's title, the faux-shamanic chanting and cooing, the deliberately murked-up and buzzing arrangements, all belie an agenda that involves not only a glad embrace of the less austere reaches of avant-gardism but a pointed critique of its elitism and intellectual posturing. Tracks like the doom-laden 'Lots of Wings Carry Seeds,' which pulses like the metabolism of some slumbering extinct beast, display a staggering sense of grey beauty but are quickly undercut when Nelson begins to take a more blithe and self-deprecating tack. This, though, is not to the record's detriment; it never falls into mere novelty or self-parody. The sheer technical brilliance, evident on every track, earns quite a big spot on Nelson's cheek to put his tongue in. The most glorious moments, though, are those in which he is able to marry these two tendencies, as on the desperate and busy 'Grump up the Volume,' which opens the second side of the first record. And this is just the first record. All doubts that may have been lingering about Nelson's seriousness or capabilities vanish completely after even the most cursory listen to the second record. Alone, it is a startlingly focused and beautiful ambient masterwork, but it shines all the more when it is coupled with the chaos of the first record. The long, breathing pieces are tranquil and meditative, yet never naïve or on the look-out for a place in The New Age. Under every track, however, spare and delicate, lurks an anxiety that constantly threatens to swallow all delusions of well-being. Though it drones and broods, it is never without texture. Alive with the haunting organ of 'Exits Very Damp' or the subtle xylophone flourishes of 'Big Happy Lotus,' it manages to maintain a clean, coherent spirit without becoming sterile or devolving into massage music. The side-long closer and centerpiece of the album, 'Psychopomp,' though, is as sparse and heavenly as music gets, but it still attains such a raw human beauty that after you hear it, the last thing you want to do is lie down for a massage. Rather, you want to run out and find the human who created it and thank him." --Steve Rodgers
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2005 release. "Inca Ore is the solo voice of Eva, the singer of such fine bands as Alarmist and Malibu Falcon. Inca Ore travels the cosmos on fiery phoenix mattresses with the voice of a goose-quilled cloud pillow siren calling to all the constellations in the universe. Eva uses her vocal range and delay complement to create the sounds of entire sorceress covens through her lone voice. Lovely psychedelic drone mixed with narcoleptic folk. An enchantress of the highest order! Side A was previously issued as a CD-R in a small pressing of 100 copies on the Collective Jyrk label. The B-side is a brand new track consisting of one astounding, 18-minute interstellar vocal trance-out!" Artwork by Aaron Winters at Abide Visuals.
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2002 release, the earliest available Weird Forest album. From Arthur Magazine: "Chad Stockdale seemed like a pretty unassuming guy when we met, but his recordings on tenor saxophone, recorded with percussionist Nate Beier, are really wild. Under the procedural soubriquet, Klondike & York, the pair has released an LP, The Holy Book, that treads outsider jazz as strangely as Arthur Doyle might. Stockdale's tone is fractious and scattery, but follows neither the bellow nor the tinkle of the Euro free jazz tradition. If anything, he recalls the strangest players of the American fire music underground, who investigated internal chambers of passion with their reeds blazing softly. Skronky sax, scuddering drums, some wall-eyed synthesizer, everything blended like some sorta weird stew of darkly boiling orgone. Its one of the best free jazz duo records to come out of Sacramento since [your favorite here]. And frankly, its even better than that." --Byron Coley. Limited to 500 copies.
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2005 release. "This is the third Yellow Swans vinyl release on Weird Forest and they've really tattooed it out of the ballpark on this one. It's a pulse-pounding, synapse-blasting expedition straight to the cacophonous pleasure points of your innards. It must also be known that it's one of the most grooving releases I've heard all year, dig? Makes me shake it maniacal. Yellow Swans? Yeah, they do all these things, baby. Their ultimate release -- simply phenomenal -- features a treasure-trove of guests including Christina Carter, Inca Ore, Axolotl, The Dead Science, Gerritt, Silentist, The Cherry Point, Leif Sundstrom, White Rainbow, and Jeremy Romagna." Includes a side-long bonus track not on the CD versions! This is the vinyl edition of the CD release on Load Records. Limited to 1000 copies."
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