AMFM Mutilate Us (Polyvinyl) cd 13.98
When I saw the cover of this cd (two clean-cut , young lads in front of a city skyline) I immediately thought "from Chicago, possibly post-rock", and I suppose I wasn't too far off on the first part at least. Finding their home on Danville, IL label Polyvinyl Records, the two young men known as AM/FM explored their collection of instruments (including but not limited to Hammond organ, cello, glockenspiel, Rhodes piano, 12-string acoustic, electric and lapsteel guitars) with the help of a bunch of guest musicians and emerged with a pretty cool eclectic pop record. Subtly twangy with shades of Giant Sand and Thinking Fellers. Includes a cover of the Beach Boys' "Disney Girls".

AMIINA Kurr (Ever) cd 14.98
A couple of years ago these Icelandic faeries with gossamer Sigur Ros ties charmed us immensely with their first release, the Animamina cdep. Since then they've added another 'i' to their name, and now they've added another release to their young body of work. We're happy to report that their debut full length is just as lovely, if not more so, than their 2005 ep. To which we feel must be affixed the following warning:
Do not use while operating heavy machinery, driving a vehicle nor participating in any other activity that requires alertness.
Seriously, Kurr will lull you into a warm, inescapable, snuggly drowsiness. You might not even make it past the second song before you find yourself nodding off to their pure, gentle, chiming dreamscapes. Now, that's not a bad thing whatsoever if experienced in the appropriate, safe circumstances, right?
On the cover, the four ladies are shown hand knitting what looks to be an enormous muted hued woolen scarf. A fitting image for their cozy album Kurr!
MPEG Stream: "Sogg"
MPEG Stream: "Kolapot"

AMIINA Seoul (Rumraket) cd 9.98
We've been waiting oh so patiently for a full length from this delicate and beautiful Icelandic outfit ever since we were swept off our feet by their gorgeous debut ep a couple years back. Looks like there's more waiting to be done, as we wait for the soon to come full length, but at least for now, we have a brand new e.p. to keep us all warm & woozy until that fateful day finally arrives. Having spent the last few years opening for and playing with Sigur Ros, they've gradually managed to reach more and more ears, and that's a very good thing, as their lush and gorgeous, mostly instrumental and oh so melodic sound deserves a spot in all warm hearted record collections.
MPEG Stream: "Seoul"
MPEG Stream: "Ugla"

AMINA Animamina (The Worker's Institute / Fat Cat) cd ep 8.98
Amina is to Sigur Ros, as Silver Mt. Zion is to Godspeed! You Black Emperor. The four Icelandic women who comprise Amina have worked on the two more recent Sigur Ros albums, providing the additional strings to Sigur Ros' already symphonic ocean of sound. This short 4-track EP showcases their own compositions of lilting, romantic film-score music with heaving swells of violin, viola, and cello along with delicate notes upon piano, harpsichord, and small malleted instruments. Quite moody and wonderful!
MPEG Stream: "Skakka"
MPEG Stream: "Fjarskanistan"

AMLEE, ERIK Afternoon Dream (Mandragora / Fire Museum) cd 13.98
Earlier this year, we reviewed two volumes of dreamy psychedelic sitar improvisations from multi instrumentalist Erik Amlee. Two discs, both absolutely gorgeous, so gorgeous in fact that we could barely keep them in stock. So we were super excited to get our hands on this, the newest release from Amlee, an actual cd, not a cd-r, another set of improvisations, this time performed on both sitar and acoustic guitar, and again so lovely and tranquil, blissy and dreamy.
Deep swells of buzzing strings drift lazily, the acoustic guitar strumming along in the background, adding yet another layer of steel string buzz. Some of the tracks are totally loose and abstract, druggy expanses of slippery psychedelic sound, murky and fuzzy, like the jammiest spaciest parts of Spacemen 3 and Hawkwind stripped down into weird stoner acoustic ragas, all drone and shimmer, a buzzing swirl of warm drug den ambience and sunny afternoon sparkle, a seemingly impossible mix that sounds pretty much perfect together. Some of the other tracks are much more structured and guitar based, gorgeous little chunks of neo-Appalachia, but with all sorts of extra buzz, all nestled within a billowy fog of spacey FX. And still others are a glorious mix of the two, a dreamy collision of Eastern Raga and Western twang, a slithering squirming drone that buzzes and builds into thick squalls of resonating strings and swirling ambient hiss, all wrapped in a blown out, super distorted, reverb heavy sound thanks to some post-recording production. So great. The perfect balance of freaked out psychedelic raga bliss and shimmery lilting buzz and twang. SO RECOMMENDED!!
MPEG Stream: "Pulse Quickens"
MPEG Stream: "Entering The Mist"

AMLEE, ERIK Sitar (Mandragora) cd-r 11.98
We've been trying to list these Amlee discs for ages but we can never seem to keep enough in stock. Everytime we play them in the store, someone, sometimes several someones, always buys 'em. That's usually the truest barometer for how good a record is. And these discs are soooo good. Both of these discs feature Erik Amlee on sitar, the fact that Amlee is not a trained sitar player is part of what makes these discs so cool. The other being the totally bad ass drone and buzz of the sitar. We're beginning to think the sitar is the coolest instrument there is. It's like a guitar, but with way more buzzing and vibrating and droning. We can totally picture the heaviest metal band in the world with no guitars, just with electrified, amplified sitars. That's the same metal band that would have to have a Tuvan throat singer on lead vocals, but we digress. These lengthy improvisations are dense with buzzing overtones, haunting melodies, still very Eastern, as that's the nature of the instrument and its tuning, but also kind of spacey and blissed out, druggy and psychedelic. The whole thing is thick and soft and swoonsome, longform subtly shifting ragas, drowsy and fuzzy, all sepia toned and sun baked, rife with dizzyingly buzzy melodies and simple subtle percussion, and occasionaly electronic glitchery, but not so it's noticable, just adding more texture. And the recording is super casual and a bit lo-fi, you can hear shuffling feet, instrument buzz, every little nuance is just sort of captured and woven into the blurry dreamy sweetly torpid soundscape. So totally captivating. These records make the perfect late night listening, all thick and drifty and suffused with a soft rich glow that just sort of washes over you. Both volumes are equally amazing, and they're cheap too so there's no reason not to pick up the set!
MPEG Stream: "Awakening"
MPEG Stream: "Too Far Gone"

AMLEE, ERIK Sitar Vol. 2 (Mandragora) cd-r 11.98
We've been trying to list these Amlee discs for ages but we can never seem to keep enough in stock. Everytime we play them in the store, someone, sometimes several someones, always buys 'em. That's usually the truest barometer for how good a record is. And these discs are soooo good. Both of these discs feature Erik Amlee on sitar, the fact that Amlee is not a trained sitar player is part of what makes these discs so cool. The other being the totally bad ass drone and buzz of the sitar. We're beginning to think the sitar is the coolest instrument there is. It's like a guitar, but with way more buzzing and vibrating and droning. We can totally picture the heaviest metal band in the world with no guitars, just with electrified, amplified sitars. That's the same metal band that would have to have a Tuvan throat singer on lead vocals, but we digress. These lengthy improvisations are dense with buzzing overtones, haunting melodies, still very Eastern, as that's the nature of the instrument and its tuning, but also kind of spacey and blissed out, druggy and psychedelic. The whole thing is thick and soft and swoonsome, longform subtly shifting ragas, drowsy and fuzzy, all sepia toned and sun baked, rife with dizzyingly buzzy melodies and simple subtle percussion, and occasionaly electronic glitchery, but not so it's noticable, just adding more texture. And the recording is super casual and a bit lo-fi, you can hear shuffling feet, instrument buzz, every little nuance is just sort of captured and woven into the blurry dreamy sweetly torpid soundscape. So totally captivating. These records make the perfect late night listening, all thick and drifty and suffused with a soft rich glow that just sort of washes over you. Both volumes are equally amazing, and they're cheap too so there's no reason not to pick up the set!
MPEG Stream: "Baptized In Lotus Wine"
MPEG Stream: "Western Sun"

AMM AMMusic 1966 (ReR) cd 17.98

AMM At the Roundhouse (Anomalous) cd 14.98
British free improv pioneers AMM were recorded live in August 1972 at a festival in London called the International Carnival of Experimental Sound (its theme: Myth, Magic, Madness and Mysticism!). Now, over thirty years later, their set has been released for the first time ever as the debut in a cd series documenting the festival recordings! As ICES '72 featured over 300 performers from over 21 countries, we're bound to be in for some interesting surprises as this cd series unfolds. Starting off with AMM is a good solid choice, as they've certainly met the test of time, active and excellent even today. At this '72 show they consisted of just percussionist Eddie Prevost and saxophonist Lou Gare, along with what the press release accurately terms "their famous AMM silences". When not silent, they're VERY not silent however. Definitely more overtly "free jazz" than some of AMM's other, more meditative drone efforts. 47 minutes, one track.
MPEG Stream: "The Sound Of Indifference (excerpt)"

AMM Fine (Matchless) cd 17.98
AMM emerged from the first generation of UK free jazz musicians in the mid-60s, taking the notion of spontaneous improvisation well beyond any of the kind of restrictions that would locate their music within the realms of jazz, minimalism, rock, or Fluxus-based composition techniques. If there is any taxonomic space for AMM (beyond simply being AMM), it would have to be near John Cage's indeterminancy yet shaped by a collective understanding from a group that has been listening to each other quite intently for almost 40 years. While guitarist Keith Rowe and percussionist Eddie Prevost have been involved in AMM since the beginning, pianist John Tilbury began his tenure in the ensemble in the early '80s, superceding Lou Gare and Cornelius Cardew. Between Keith Rowe's growling guitar feedback and use of transistor radio hum, Prevost's scraped metals and bowed cymbals, and Tilbury's abstractions from prepared piano, AMM speaks between the borders of synethetic and acoustic to create their textually rich yet quietly mapped out music. "Fine" is their latest artifact created as the accompaniment for the dancer Fine Kwiatkowski. This album is one of AMM's quieter albums, utilizing space and volume very effectively throughout this gritty abstraction built from the tiniest application of electrical buzzings, grating motors, metallic clatter, shortwave modulations, steel string scrapings, and spartan clusters of notes from Tilbury's piano. Many talented artists have attempted to emulate them, but AMM remains in a class of its own, and this album is no exception.
RealAudio clip: "Part One"
RealAudio clip: "Part Six"

AMM Norwich (Matchless) cd 24.00

AMM The Inexhaustible Document (Matchless) cd 17.98

AMM The Nameless Uncarved Block (Matchless) cd 17.98

AMM Tunes Without Measure or End (Matchless) cd 17.98
The guys from the seminal UK "free improv" group AMM, whose pioneering and still unique sounds first turned people's heads way back in 1965, are of course still very much in the, um, avantgarde of avantgarde music making, both as individuals and as the still-potent AMM ensemble. Here's some recent proof of their talents, recorded live in Scotland, May 2000. The trio of Keith Rowe (guitar), John Tilbury (piano), and Eddie Prevost (percussion) play experimental, improvised music that's not jazz, not drone, not really anything other than "AMM music" (providing inspiration to many makers of abstract, adventurous music -- everyone from Jim O'Rourke to the Kammerflimmer Kollektief to SF's Thuja). Prevost's percussion provides a sparse but turbulent backdrop while sometimes venturing to the forefront in explosive eruptions, Tilbury's piano drops in abstract-yet-melodic fragments of noir-ish key-plink, and Rowe's guitar all the while quietly growls like a lion with indigestion or produces other equally un-guitarlike sounds. Despite the disc's title, what you get here are six "tunes", ending after 57 minutes and 15 seconds, the playing time of this cd. AMM fans (and folks unfamilar with AMM, but interested in checking them out) should find this album to be a worthwhile investment.
RealAudio clip: "Tune Four"

AMM / MERZBOW split (12") Fat Cat 8.98
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The latest in this high profile series of split 12"s. Merzbow is at his most melodic, coming up with an almost hummable bit of white noise. The AMM side is all rhythm, primarily beautifully meandering chimes and bells.

AMMAN / JOSH Places - Folio Series (Dynamophone) cd ep 9.98
The New York duo Amman / Josh (aka Josh Varnedore and Amman Abbasi) have composed these five soundscapes from the kind of richly resonant tones you wish would ring on endlessly.
These compositions took shape in New York, Arkansas and... Iceland! There definitely is a distinct sound to music created in the latter locale, and Places most certainly is quite reminiscent to the music of artists such as Sigur Ros and Mum who call that country home. Totally shimmering and mesmerizing. The third track "Leawood" will have you totally drifting off in daydreaminess. So it may come as a brief sad moment when it ends somewhat abruptly instead of gently fading out like the other tracks do. Fortunately the fourth number "Bayshore" will quickly sweep you away once more. This ep's 20 minute running time is all to fleeting, but fortunately Amman / Josh do have a full length in the works as we write this! By the way, you might recognize one fellow in this pair from his other lovely Dynamophone label release - The Abbasi Brothers' Something Like Nostalgia. As with that album, Places is steeped in the teachings of ambient masters Eno and Glass. Very nice, indeed!
MPEG Stream: "Leawood"
MPEG Stream: "Melting the Frozen Sea Within Us"

AMNESTY Free Your Mind (Now-Again) cd 15.98
Wow! What an amazing discovery by the soul archivists at Stones Throw who obviously knew the world needed to hear this amazing early seventies Indianapolis funk band. Amnesty employ tasty vocal harmonies, horns that would make Antibalas drool, and a raw & gritty vibe that has had us listening to this over and over ever since we got our hands on it. A killer collection of mostly previously unreleased tracks, the socially conscious and physically addictive sounds of true soul. Think Parliament/Funkadelic and the finest moments of Roy Ayers with touches of Afrobeat, giving these songs a strength and resonance that has our ears ringing with perfect delight. So good!
MPEG Stream: "Mr President"
MPEG Stream: "Lord Help Me"
MPEG Stream: "Free Your Mind"

AMOCOMA Go To Hell (tUMULt) cd 11.98
Originally released as a super limited, hand made cd-r, now finally available as a proper cd, with all new artwork, remastered, and with TWO bonus tracks not on the original cd-r. Skip down to the end of the review for a bit about the bonus tracks, but before we get to that, here's what we had to say about the record when we first reviewed the cd-r:
The first thing that struck us about this debut release from Amocoma, a mysterious black metal horde from right here in San Francisco, was the cd-r cover art, a child-like pen and ink drawing of a pile of heads, but instead of being bloody or gory or horrific, they're sort of more cartoonish, like a whole slew of stick figures were decapitated, their heads tossed in a huge pile, beneath the scrawled band logo, wreathed in clouds of smeared ink. We were definitely intrigued. And if anything, once inside, we were even moreso...
Amocoma traffic in an ultra lo-fi, muddy murky blackness. It's definitely black metal, there is plenty of buzz and blast and howled vocals, but at the same time it's sort of stumbling and noise rocky, it's probably a little of both, but it's all rendered nearly indistinct by the incredibly FX drenched lo-fi production.
Beginning with dreamy swirls of soft focus harmonics and distant rumbles, it doesn't take long for the band to lurch into action, a simple hypnotic riff, looped over and over, almost sounding more like a bass than a guitar, and not so heavy as it is trancelike. The drums are mechanical and repetitive, the vocals are howled and swathed in reverb, spread out over the proceedings like a black cloud, so much so that at times they just sound like another layer of buzz. And the more you listen, the more pretty it sounds, sure it's raw and harsh, but the melody is so hypnotic, and the swirling clouds of distortion and reverb give everything a sort of soft focus shimmer.
We're definitely reminded of WOLD, in the sense that these little fragmented pop songs, are rendered black and buzzy by the application of super saturated distortion, tape hiss and amp buzz, reverb and delay, so even at its heaviest, it's washed out and abstract, and downright dreamy. The drone element is through the roof, and it's impossible not to hear Tim Hecker or Machinefabriek or any one of those masters of smeary dreamlike sound. At some points things get super psychedelic, like halfway through "Small Dark Sea That Was A Body" where the guitar drops out, leaving just the drums, to sort of pulse and putter in a wide open expanse of soft swirl, while drifting above are all manner of glistening guitar harmonics, spacey FX sparkles, and warm warbly melodic hum.
The tUMULt reissue tacks on two new tracks, the first, a brief three minute blur called "Crumbs", dense and chaotic, the vocals a processed bellow, buried beneath soaring saturated buzz, while all around swoop and swing furious tangles of fractured guitars and warm riffy blurs, which gives way to the nearly 12 minute closer "You Shall Yet Rise", which begins as a long sprawling creepscape, rife with synthesizer swells, and bits of crumblingly distorted guitars, it almost sounds like a black metallized Expo '70, spacey and tripped out, until the song suddenly lurches into an ultra poppy almost Viking sounding groove, all over driven and super distorted, hinting a bit at the pop that underpins much of Amocoma's blackness, the track swings wildly from corrosive blast to pounding almost doom, but stays wrapped around that weirdly fuzzy poppy galloping Maiden-y main riff, which stays looped, repeating mantra like, reminding us of a blackened Circle in fact, as the rest of the guitars get more and more tweaked and twisted. Even though it's a bonus track, this might just be one of our favorite tracks on the record!!!
Damaged and dreamy, freaked out and fucked, one of our new favorite slabs of black blurred beauty for sure...
MPEG Stream: "Cowards Live Forever"
MPEG Stream: "Small Dark Sea That Was A Body"
MPEG Stream: "These Are Your Chocies...Darkness"
MPEG Stream: "You Shall Yet Rise"

AMOCOMA Go To Hell (self-released) cd-r 10.98
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The first thing that struck us about this debut release from Amocoma, a mysterious black metal horde from right here in San Francisco, was the cover art, a child-like pen and ink drawing of a pile of heads, but instead of being bloody or gory or horrific, they're sort of more cartoonish, like a whole slew of stick figures were decapitated, their heads tossed in a huge pile, beneath the scrawled band logo, wreathed in clouds of smeared ink. We were definitely intrigued. And if anything, once inside, we were even moreso...
Amocoma traffic in an ultra lo-fi, muddy murky blackness. It's definitely black metal, there is plenty of buzz and blast and howled vocals, but at the same time it's sort of stumbling and noise rocky, it's probably a little of both, but it's all rendered nearly indistinct by the incredibly FX drenched lo-fi production.
Beginning with dreamy swirls of soft focus harmonics and distant rumbles, it doesn't take long for the band to lurch into action, a simple hypnotic riff, looped over and over, almost sounding more like a bass than a guitar, and not so heavy as it is trancelike. The drums are mechanical and repetitive, the vocals are howled and swathed in reverb, spread out over the proceedings like a black cloud, so much so that at times they just sound like another layer of buzz. And the more you listen, the more pretty it sounds, sure it's raw and harsh, but the melody is so hypnotic, and the swirling clouds of distortion and reverb give everything a sort of soft focus shimmer.
We're definitely reminded of WOLD, in the sense that these little fragmented pop songs, are rendered black and buzzy by the application of super saturated distortion, tape hiss and amp buzz, reverb and delay, so even at its heaviest, it's washed out and abstract, and downright dreamy. The drone element is through the roof, and it's impossible not to hear Tim Hecker or Machinefabriek or any one of those masters of smeary dreamlike sound. At some points things get super psychedelic, like halfway through "Small Dark Sea That Was A Body" where the guitar drops out, leaving just the drums, to sort of pulse and putter in a wide open expanse of soft swirl, while drifting above are all manner of glistening guitar harmonics, spacey FX sparkles, and warm warbly melodic hum.
Damaged and dreamy, freaked out and fucked, one of our new favorite slabs of black beauty for sure...
MPEG Stream: "Cowards Live Forever"
MPEG Stream: "Small Dark Sea That Was A Body"
MPEG Stream: "These Are Your Chocies...Darkness"

AMOEBIL 200 Pills (a034 Pharmaceutical Labs / Black Bean & Placenta) cd 11.98
Skwidchy, fluttering, minimal breakbeats that keep going and going and going... from Italy. Go on, give those glo-sticks a workout. Eight tracks o'techno, two of which are live sets.

AMON DUDE s/t (Ikuisuus) cd-r 10.98
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It had to happen. That's right, someone naming a band Amon Dude. And it probably had to happen in Finland. Which it did. This one man band just so happens to be one of the guys from Avarus, so we were sort of expecting some damaged foresty krautrock what with the name and all, but nothing could be further from the truth. This is some super psychedelic, ultra freaked out, dense and damaged cartoonish splattery improvised noise rock weirdness. And that barely does this stuff justice.
A cacophony or heavily affected percussion, damaged electronics, primitive vocal experiments, a swirling sonic chaos, clattery and explosive, jagged and head spinning, a totally mind blowing brain melting WHAT-THE-FUCK freakout. Hard to even describe what's going on, as it changes pretty much every few seconds. Imagine Carl Stalling orchestrating the No Neck Blues Band after an all night crystal meth binge, or the soundtrack to a Bollywood movie played by Violent Onsen Geisha, or a Perrey And Kingsley recording session after having taken WAY too many drugs and having some sort of musical mental breakdown or maybe even Casiotone For the Painfully Demented and Damaged.
Whatever you call it, this is one weird and wacked and WAY OUT record. Fans of the weirdest of musics from the Finnish fringe will definitely want one of these, as will those of you looking for a party clearer, head spinner, lease breaker, or sonic palate cleanser.
SUPER LIMITED CD-R!!! We got a handful but they will probably be gone pretty fast, and once they are, that's it...
MPEG Stream: "One"
MPEG Stream: "Two"

AMON DUDE & THE HOOPO / NUSLUX split (self-released) 7" 9.98
Lal Lal Lal sent us these, though technically it's private release not on that tiny Finnish label, the reason they had 'em being that Nuslux is a project of Roope from Lal Lal Lal, who's also in Maniacs Dream, Pylon, and Avarus. Meanwhile the Amon Dude (haha) is Arttu, also from Avarus, Anaksimandros, etc. It's limited, it's weird, it's vinyl, and it's Finnish. We only have a handful. What else need we say? Oh, what's it sound like? Well the Dude's side, "In Full Flight", is a live recording of their distorted, danceable (?) electronic shenanigans, while Nuslux jam on the flip, using mostly self-built analog instruments to make their "good-humored and chilled out" electronic minimalism. Basically if you liked that Lal Lal Lal festival cassette we listed not long ago, this is for you too.

AMON DUUL Disaster (Spalax) cd 16.98

AMON DUUL Para Dieswarts Duul (Spalax) cd 14.98
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AMON DUUL II Carnival In Babylon (Repertoire) cd 17.98

AMON DUUL II Hijack (Revisited) cd 17.98
There's at least one good song on this mid-'70s AD album, but it's more of a soft folky pop number that you wouldn't guess was these guys.

AMON DUUL II Phallus Dei (Revisited) cd 17.98
Split apart from the more politicized fraction known as Amon Duul I (Psychedelic Underground, etc.), Amon Duul II emerged in 1969 when they released this fantastic debut album. It's a masterwork of drug-dazed guitar psych, long tracks, middle eastern influence, churning trance rock, etc. With the same four bonus tracks as found on the prior Gammarock label cd version: "Freak Out Requiem I - III", & "Cymbals In The End". Where the music of Amon Duul I flowed freely like the loose collective of hippies they were, Amon Duul II was a delirious explosion of psychedelia that, with small exception, always kept one foot firmly planted in structure. The extended jams, especially the title track, have the benefit of being both very accessible straight ahead, heavy, psychedelic rock while retaining the spontaneity of an improv sensibility.
RealAudio clip: "Phallus Dei (excerpt 1)"
RealAudio clip: "Phallus Dei (excerpt 2)"
RealAudio clip: "Freak Out Requiem II"

AMON DUUL II Phallus Dei (Revisted) lp 27.00
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Not long ago this label reissued the our all time Amon Duul II fave, the genius Yeti, on vinyl. Now they've done the same for the almost equally as great Phallus Dei, ADII's debut, which was originally released in 1969, immediately preceding 1970's Yeti. Here's some of the brief review we wrote up the last time this was reissued on cd:
Split apart from the more politicized fraction known as Amon Duul I (Psychedelic Underground, etc.), Amon Duul II emerged in 1969 when they released this fantastic debut album. It's a masterwork of drug-dazed guitar psych, long tracks, middle eastern influence, churning trance rock, etc.
Where the music of Amon Duul I flowed freely like the loose collective of hippies they were, Amon Duul II was a delirious explosion of psychedelia that, with small exception, always kept one foot firmly planted in structure. The extended jams, especially the title track, have the benefit of being both very accessible straight ahead, heavy, psychedelic rock while retaining the spontaneity of an improv sensibility.
We could go on and on but let's just say it's another krautrock essential, and one that's cool to have back on vinyl!!

AMON DUUL II Play Phallus Dei (Repertoire) dvd 26.00
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BACK IN STOCK! If you missed 'em the other week, here's another chance:
Seminal Krautrockers Amon Duul II are captured here on film doing what the title says, playing their debut (and perhaps 2nd best, next to their masterpiece Yeti) album. It's about a half-hour long, a psychedelic transmission from a far off time and place: Munich, Germany 1968. Fans probably need this, but we should give you a little more info. First off, it's more of an art film (Wim Wenders was one of the cinematographers!) than a live-in-concert document. In fact, while the soundtrack is very definitely a live performance of the mind-blowing hippie hoedown that Phallus Dei is, it's not exactly synched to what you see the band doing on the screen -- they're two different performances of the same material. Apparently the reason the audio and visual don't match up is because the band refused to stop playing, or do anything over, even when some of the cameras malfunctioned. So edits were necessary. But in a way it doesn't matter -- the weird disconnect just makes this all the more psychedelic, as you hear the violin before the musican starts playing it, or the bongos continue even when the drummer stops to get his hair out of his face. Not that this needs much help to be super psychedelic -- the colorful light show alone will trip you out, superimposed as it is over the long haired hippies in the band grooving out. Messing with your mind still further, the first part of the film (after a lovely opening sequence of the rising sun, later mirrored by shots of the sunset) is a fairly close up shot of just the band's two singers, and remains fixed on them even during a largely instrumental portion of the song. Renate Knaup looks bored (but sexy), while Shrat does his best to freak out on a tamborine which you can't hear. Then there's the portions of the film that show scenes of an artifically blue-toned German countryside as the camera drives past, that's fairly mesmerizing. The overall effect is enhanced by the scratches and spots on the time-worn film -- freeze-frame the opening sunrise sequence with your DVD pause button and you'll find many wonderful abstract compositions. Anyway, it's a historical musical document as well as an intriguing art flick -- when it screened at the 1969 Edinburgh Film Festival, American director Samuel Fuller (Shock Corridor) was quoted as saying "It's rough, it's vicious, it's drama". And here's what that festival's program guide had to say, to put you in the mood: "This film will be shown without titles or credits. It is in colour and you will see the German rock group Amon Duul II -- which, apart from Amon Duul I, is the only true progressive and outstanding group from Germany -- on stage with their celebrated light show...Their sound is very heavy, weird, and wild. Imagine a cross between Hapshash, Spooky Tooth, Dr. John and Jethro Tull."
As a sort of bonus, this dvd also features a slide-show style discography featuring album artwork and snippets of songs from each of their umpteen releases. There's nothing else in the way of special features except for the surround sound in place of original mono option.

AMON DUUL II Tanz Der Lemminge (Repertoire) cd 17.98
Originally released back in 1971, "Tanz Der Lemminge" was the third album from the second incarnation of Amon Duul. Where the first incarnations of Amon Duul (along with Amon Duul I, there was supposedly an Amon Duul 0 from the mid-'60s) had much more of a anarchist / socio-political bent, Amon Duul II was the vehicle for the more musically minded folk from the collective, fully embracing the sonic potential of psychedelia. Oftentimes under-appreciated in comparison to the Krautrock triumvirate of Neu!, Can, and Faust, Amon Duul II had more than a fair share of moments that could rival the works of those three! That said, "Tanz Der Lemminge" may be one of the lesser works from Amon Duul II, but is still better than most of their Krautrock comtemporaries. This album is a sprawling psychedelic mess of free-form songs that filter early-Pink Floyd space-folk wispiness through some occasionally heavy prog leanings. Of particular note is the epic improv track "The Marilyn Monroe-Memorial-Church" as a meandering freakout with lots of organs, pianos, and phasing guitars that will make fans of Acid Mother's Temple very happy. "Tanz Der Lemminge" is recommended only after you've fallen in love with "Yeti" and "Phallus Dei," which totally kick ass.
RealAudio clip: "Telephonecomplex"
RealAudio clip: "Overheated Tiara"
RealAudio clip: "The Marilyn Monroe-Memorial-Church"

AMON DUUL II Vive La Trance (Repertoire) cd 17.98
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AMON DUUL II Wolf City (Revisited) cd 16.98
Oh, it's great to see old favorites back in print! The ever-reliable Revisited label has bestowed upon us the awesome Wolf City from Amon Duul II. Released in 1972, this is ADII's fifth album and a return to form after two not-as-hot releases, Tanz Der Lemminge and Carnival in Babylon. Much more structured than our two other ADII faves, Yeti and Phallus Dei, Wolf City doesn't waste any time establishing itself but instead gets right down to business. Relying heavily on Renate Knaup's demonic / angelic vocal style through shifting moods from epically dynamic and prog-inflected rock to spacerock jams, and gentle instrumentals. Each track takes us on an unpredictable ride of kraut heaviness with macabre organ, 12 string guitar, screeching violin and all sorts of strange background noises of odd laughing, grunts and choir-like ahhhs. So kickass! A great place to start for the uninitiated, containing as it does several ADII classic trax, among them "Deutsch Nepal". This new reish comes in a nice digipack and includes three bonus tracks: "Kindermoderlied", "Mystic Blutsturz", and "Duulirium".
MPEG Stream: "Wolf City"
MPEG Stream: "Wie Der Wind Am Ende Einer Strasse"
MPEG Stream: "Duulirium"

AMON DUUL II Yeti (Revisited ) cd 17.98
It's been reissued again and again, as well is should 'cause this is one of the best albums EVER everyone at AQ agrees and should always be in print, and you should even own more than one copy it's that good. For some reason, the rights to this album (and ADII's others as well) seem to constantly be in flux from one label to the next -- this time it's in the care of an outfit called Revisited Records, who have put it in a digipack almost identical to its previous incarnation on Repertoire, but sadly without the two bonus tracks from singles that that one had.
Anyway, maybe you're wondering what the heck the big deal is with Yeti, so here's our review we wrote last time it got reissued:
The absolute hardest albums to write about are those we hold in the highest esteem and though we have an aversion to the general notion of a "desert island selection", this Amon Duul II disc is one of those albums that we could see as an definite inclusion on a short list of "must have" rock records! 1970's Yeti is the second album of Amon Duul II, succeeding Phallus Dei, and captures these krautrockers at their zenith. The album opens with the four movement opus "Soap Shop Rock", an amazing 13+ minute track that encompasses the gamut of psychedelia. It begins as an uptempo number with driving bass and drums in which vocals, guitars and amplified fiddles swirl around in a multitude of melodic variations in counterpoint before breaking down into one of the most kick ass tempo changes ever performed in rock; a heavy dirge that never fails to knock my knee caps loose, and it's got a guitar line that certainly must have been held in immense reverence by Kramer at some formative point in his career. The song doesn't settle down there, but continues in its focused meanderings for another ten minutes, retaining enough of an anchor of its beginnings to give it coherence as a unified whole. The rest of the album is equally amazing, touching everything from blasted proto-punk psych ("Archangels Thunderbird" and "Eye-Shaking King") to spacey drone improv (the fifteen minutes of "Yeti Talks To Yogi" and "Sandoz In The Rain"). Essential krautrock. In fact, one of the best records EVER.
It's one of those albums, like First Utterance by Comus and Satori by Flower Travellin' Band, that when it's playing, we think, why listen to anything else again??
MPEG Stream: "Soap Shop Rock - Halluzination Guillotine"
MPEG Stream: "Archangels Thunderbird"
MPEG Stream: "Soap Shop Rock - Flesh-Coloured Anti-Aircraft Alarm Clock"

AMON DUUL II Yeti (Liberty) lp 34.00
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Available on vinyl again!
The absolute hardest albums to write about are those we hold in the highest esteem and though we have an aversion to the general notion of a "desert island selection", this Amon Duul II disc is one of those albums that we could see as an definite inclusion on a short list of "must have" rock records! 1970's Yeti is the second album of Amon Duul II, succeeding Phallus Dei, and captures these krautrockers at their zenith. The album opens with the four movement opus "Soap Shop Rock", an amazing 13+ minute track that encompasses the gamut of psychedelia. It begins as an uptempo number with driving bass and drums in which vocals, guitars and amplified fiddles swirl around in a multitude of melodic variations in counterpoint before breaking down into one of the most kick ass tempo changes ever performed in rock; a heavy dirge that never fails to knock my knee caps loose, and it's got a guitar line that certainly must have been held in immense reverence by Kramer at some formative point in his career. The song doesn't settle down there, but continues in its focused meanderings for another ten minutes, retaining enough of an anchor of its beginnings to give it coherence as a unified whole. The rest of the album is equally amazing, touching everything from blasted proto-punk psych ("Archangels Thunderbird" and "Eye-Shaking King") to spacey drone improv (the fifteen minutes of "Yeti Talks To Yogi" and "Sandoz In The Rain"). Essential krautrock. In fact, one of the best records EVER.
It's one of those albums, like First Utterance by Comus and Satori by Flower Travellin' Band, that when it's playing, we think, why listen to anything else again??
MPEG Stream: "Soap Shop Rock - Halluzination Guillotine"
MPEG Stream: "Archangels Thunderbird"
MPEG Stream: "Soap Shop Rock - Flesh-Coloured Anti-Aircraft Alarm Clock"

AMON DUUL II Yeti (Revisited) 2lp 30.00
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Yes, now reissued on vinyl!!! It's been reissued on cd again and again, as well is should 'cause this is one of the best albums EVER everyone at AQ agrees, and should always be in print, and you should even own more than one copy it's that good. This is the first vinyl reissue we've seen though, released by the same outfit that did the most recent cd digipack reish. Four sides of Yeti's genius, in a gatefold sleeve bearing that iconic krautrock cover image of Shrat with his scythe.
Anyway, maybe you're wondering what the heck the big deal is with Yeti, so here's our review we wrote the last time it got reissued:
The absolute hardest albums to write about are those we hold in the highest esteem and though we have an aversion to the general notion of a "desert island selection", this Amon Duul II disc is one of those albums that we could see as an definite inclusion on a short list of "must have" rock records! 1970's Yeti is the second album of Amon Duul II, succeeding Phallus Dei, and captures these krautrockers at their zenith. The album opens with the four movement opus "Soap Shop Rock", an amazing 13+ minute track that encompasses the gamut of psychedelia. It begins as an uptempo number with driving bass and drums in which vocals, guitars and amplified fiddles swirl around in a multitude of melodic variations in counterpoint before breaking down into one of the most kick ass tempo changes ever performed in rock; a heavy dirge that never fails to knock my knee caps loose, and it's got a guitar line that certainly must have been held in immense reverence by Kramer at some formative point in his career. The song doesn't settle down there, but continues in its focused meanderings for another ten minutes, retaining enough of an anchor of its beginnings to give it coherence as a unified whole. The rest of the album is equally amazing, touching everything from blasted proto-punk psych ("Archangels Thunderbird" and "Eye-Shaking King") to spacey drone improv (the fifteen minutes of "Yeti Talks To Yogi" and "Sandoz In The Rain"). Essential krautrock. In fact, one of the best records EVER.
It's one of those albums, like First Utterance by Comus and Satori by Flower Travellin' Band, that when it's playing, we think, why listen to anything else again??
MPEG Stream: "Soap Shop Rock - Halluzination Guillotine"
MPEG Stream: "Archangels Thunderbird"
MPEG Stream: "Soap Shop Rock - Flesh-Coloured Anti-Aircraft Alarm Clock"

AMONIE Last Rites (Gaht Damn Snakes) lp 14.98
Last Rites is the debut full length from this moody instrumental post rock combo from San Jose, and it's awesome. The band dropped off copies ages ago, and we're kicking ourselves for taking so long to listen, cuz it's pretty much everything we love about this kind of stuff, soaring and majestic, epic and moody and emotional. Definitely beholden to another time, their sound reminiscent of the nineties, and the whole instrumental math/post rock scene that flourished then, it was an era of music we love and miss, and we wish there were more bands today doing something similar.
Amonie take that nineties post rock, and give it a modern makeover, fusing it to a more brooding slow build Godspeed style, and definitely adding their own twist, the opener here "King Of Prussia" is a near pitch perfect 8+ minutes of brooding, smoldering, epic post rock heaviness, slipping easily from intricate loping melodic mesmer, to churning, stormy noisy heaviness, rife with explosive climaxes, soaring tangled guitar melodies, powerful drumming, super intense and cinematic, peppered with hushed expanses of muted minimal thrum, and string laced melancholic shimmer, all leading up to an explosive finale.
That first track definitely lays out the template for the rest of the record, a classic sort of epic post rock arrangement, but Amonie mix things up, especially on the shorter tracks, some dense and mathy and proggy, others, glistening and almost cosmic sounding, foregoing the blown out coda, at least until the very last minute or two, still others, chiming and minimal, bookended by fierce heaviness.
The record closed with two longform epics, the first, maybe the most hushed and delicate of the bunch, a woozy, dreamy drift of glistening guitar shimmer, and lush layered tones, with a near metallic final movement, and the closer, 13+ minutes, the first 5 of which sound almost like some sort of modern minimal chamber music, until the drums kick in, and the band lurch into a woozy washed out lope, before a brief bit of distorted crunch, only to unfurl in a dreamily palindromic drift for the remainder of the song.
Awesome stuff. Fans of Godspeed, Mogwai, Explosions In The Sky and other epic post rockers will flip for these guys. Includes a download coupon as well!
MPEG Stream: "King Of Prussia"
MPEG Stream: "You're Moving Too Fast For Me, Take Me Back To Yours (David Beckham)"
MPEG Stream: "Motocross 3"

AMOR BELHOM DUO s/t (Carrot Top) cd 14.98
The Amor Belhom Duo are "avant-french pop from Paris, France via Tucson, AZ" -- so sayeth their press kit -- however that tag may prove to be far too limiting for their sonic endeavours. They've collaborated with such artists as Valerie Leulliot of Autour De Lucie, French filmmaker Marianne Dissard (who pens a great deal of their lyrics) and the very likeminded Calexico. Wonderfully laidback and subtle, yet dramatic and sophisticated. At times, quite akin to the Tindersticks but far less structured and much more varied in tempo (check out the very appropriate-for-a-chase-scene track "The Closer"). A bit obtuse with a great deal of improv melding their plethora of inspirations. This is the re-issue of their second full length from 1999/2000.
RealAudio clip: "A Little Less Of Us"
RealAudio clip: "The Closer"

AMOR BELHOM DUO Wavelab (Carrot Top) cd 14.98
Kicking things off with a bizarrely animated turn into what might be described as a Man Or Astro-man? surfy motif that almost had me lighting up my tiki torch, is... hmmm, I think this is Amor Belhom Duo. Ah yes, the second track - an early version of "Elevator Baby" later to be reworked on Tete A Tete their ABBC collaboration with fellow Tucsonites, Calexico. Whew, from that point on it seems to be pure Naim Amor and Thomas Belhom - that is, dark, abstract, spartan - but then they throw in another twist and then another. This one may puzzle those who are familiar with this duo's more recent, slow, dramatic sounds, nevertheless an enjoyable if stylistically disruptive debut album from '98 now re-issued (reproduced, remixed and remastered) on Carrot Top Records. Originally called Wavelab Performance, and recorded live at Wavelab Studio in Tucson, AZ (recording base of Giant Sand, OP8, Calexico, etc) with appearances by Joey Burns and John Convertino of Calexico. For fans of the aforementioned artists and Milk Cult too.
RealAudio clip: "Introduction"
RealAudio clip: "Jambe En L'Air"

AMORES PERROS (SOUNDTRACK) (Universal) 2cd 23.00
I was waiting to review this soundtrack until I had seen the movie, which finally happened last week, and all I have to say is MAN IS THAT FILM AWESOME OR WHAT. I'm not going to review the movie here or give too much away, but suffice to say that in the same way that the movie mixed up three quite different stories into one seamless whole, the soundtrack has been brilliantly compiled and tracked in such a way that many different kinds of music work so well together. There's Cypress-Hill-style hip hop (very sassy and hard hitting), traditional Latin stuff (Celia Cruz), super earnest man-with-acoustic-guitar songs, The Hollies (? but it works), weirdo electronic alt-rock, some contributions from the popular rock group Cafe Tacuba, and the whole thing is held together with interspersed soundscapey incidental interludes courtesy Gustavo Santaolalla. Very, very well done... and there's two whole discs! Well worth your money.
RealAudio clip: GUSTAVO SANTAOLALLA "Tema Amoera Perros"
RealAudio clip: CONTROL MACHETE "Si Senor"
RealAudio clip: LOS DEL GARROTE "La Cumbia del Garrote"
RealAudio clip: CONTROL MACHETE "de Perros Amores"
RealAudio clip: CAFE TACUBA "Avientame"

AMORT Dschungel / Fieber (Orobas) cassette 4.00
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Another two songs from one man slow motion doom merchant Amort. We keep hoping for a full length, maybe even an lp or a cd, but there's something about this slow seep of Amort's miserablist music that just seems appropriate, the sound of some massive black beast painfully excreting each and every sound, captured on tape, which does in fact enhance the sound, this one especially, as some of the notes were so blown out, the tape so saturated, that it actually sort of made us dizzy listening to it on headphones.
While past missives have focused on ambience, sounding more cinematic, riffs and stretched into long sprawling dirges, the sound here is much more primitive funereal doom, at least on the A side. The guitar massive and churning, the vocals as deep and demonic as possible, any more and it would just turn into a puddle of black sludge. The cinematic element is restrained to haunting little interludes, a creepy speech over a gurgling sea of hiss and electronic burble, the massive riff always poised just out of earshot, ready to crash down and swallow everything whole.
The flipside begins with gently picked downtuned guitar, the low end cranked, a thick pulsing rumble, another guitar unfurling a plodding chug, another loosing little trills of high end shimmer into the blackness, the vocals again, a gurgling black cloud. But with a little flutter of clean guitar surfacing here and there, drifting through the throbbing black expanse.
Transparent green cassettes in black and white covers, and with a black and white hand numbered insert. LIMITED TO 100 COPIES!!

AMORT Weird Tales (Orobas) cassette 4.00
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This cassette just showed up in the mail one day, with a short note asking us if we wanted to sell it in the store. Hard to tell what it would sound like: band called Amort, two songs, cover image an oil painting of wild horses, very striking, but still no clear sonic picture. The tape came wrapped in a flyer, with the words "Slow end sonic destruction" printed in thick black letters across the top. Our first clue...
So we threw it on, and were first greeted with the sound of lilting piano, notes hanging suspended in wide open expanses of near silence, but soon that piano was joined by a slow lava like flow of glacial riffing, a downtuned low end thob, a la SUNNO))), Earth, Corrupted, but draped over a delicate slowcore background, then in came some incredibly low, gurgling vocals, and suddenly all was revealed to us, gloriously hauntingly beautiful slowcore sludge. The massive riffing and monstrous vocals, drift in and out, often leaving just a lilting minor key guitar, to gently pick out the melody, hushed and minimal, like some sort of super abstract post rock, before the guitars pour back in and the vocals croak forth, but even at its heaviest and sludgiest, it's strangely pretty, the melody a minor key lament, the sound more murky and muddy than pummeling and heavy, like Corrupted covering Low maybe... The tempo gets upped a notch or two, sounding like the band might lurch into full on rocking, but instead, the riff just loops over and over, becoming more of a rhythmic drone than an any sort of actual rock riff, eventually fading to black.
Side two creeps along similar ground, beginning with abstract minor key guitar figures, allowed to unfurl and drift through an empty space, joined by simple piano, before launching into a slow motion ambient doom, all burnt out guitar and reverb drenched vocals. Very reminiscent of the Tomb Of... cassette, a strange melding of abstract ambient piano and dirgey doom drenched sludge. The interesting thing about Amort is there are no drums, this is all just huge walls of guitar, harsh demonic vocals, and tinkling piano, on the second track, the guitar becomes weirdly harmonized, creating super tense harmonic melodies, like some displaced Iron Maiden lick, slowed down to 2 or 3 rpm. This track two sort of wanders back and forth between forlorn slow motion cabaret, just piano and undistorted guitar, and pummeling drone doom crush. But in the hands of Amort, they sound so perfect together. The ultimate post rock downer doom...
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AMORT Winter Songs (Orobas) cassette 4.00
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Brand new tape from one of our favorite purveyors of 'ambient slowcore doom'. Influenced heavily by bands like SUNNO))), as well as bands on the blacker and more metal end of the sonic spectrum, Amort, have their own unique angle, at once mysterious and cinematic, heavy and atmospheric. Like most of their songs, the proceedings start out with plodding abstract piano, throbbing low end notes, ringing out and reverberating, drifting in vast expanses of near silent hiss. With hushed whispered vocals, and the occasional distant wail of anguish and oddly, NO DRUMS (although it took us a while to even realize there were no drums, the sound is so thick and dense). Eventually, the guitars roll in like some thick black fog, and the band becomes some sort of black glacial beast, slithering and lurching in slow motion. The piano picks out mournful melodies beneath a thick wash of rumbling crumbling distortion. It's definitely closer to Thergothon or Skepticism that SUNNO))), not so much a static drift as a plodding trudge, the guitars beating against each other, pulsing and throbbing, the piano pounding away, buried way down in the mix. Sort of what you might imagine SUNNO))) covering Low might sound like, or even some Mazzy Star / Khanate mash up! Essential listening for the ultra-doom obsessed, and slow core fans looking for something a little darker or heavier should definitely check this out....

AMORT Winter Tales (Kreation) lp 15.98
Now on lp, a killer compilation of jams from abstract doomlord Amort, mostly culled from various cassettes, that we've raved about on past lists, but with an unreleased track included to sweeten the deal...
Amort is one of our favorite purveyors of 'ambient slowcore doom'. Influenced heavily by bands like SUNNO))), as well as groups on the blacker and more metal end of the sonic spectrum, Amort, have their own unique angle, at once mysterious and cinematic, heavy and atmospheric.
This collection begins with the sound of lilting piano, notes hanging suspended in wide open expanses of near silence, but soon that piano is joined by a slow lava like flow of glacial riffing, a downtuned low end throb, a la SUNNO))), Earth, Corrupted, but draped over a delicate slowcore background, then in comes some incredibly low, gurgling vocals, and suddenly all is revealed to us, gloriously hauntingly beautiful slowcore sludge. The massive riffing and monstrous vocals, drift in and out, often leaving just a lilting minor key guitar, to gently pick out the melody, hushed and minimal, like some sort of super abstract post rock, before the guitars pour back in and the vocals croak forth, but even at its heaviest and sludgiest, it's strangely pretty, the melody a minor key lament, the sound more murky and muddy than pummeling and heavy, like Corrupted covering Low maybe... The tempo gets upped a notch or two, sounding like the band might lurch into full on rocking, but instead, the riff just loops over and over, becoming more of a rhythmic drone than an any sort of actual rock riff, eventually fading to black.
The next track creeps along similar ground, beginning with abstract minor key guitar figures, allowed to unfurl and drift through an empty space, joined by simple piano, before launching into a slow motion ambient doom, all burnt out guitar and reverb drenched vocals. Very reminiscent of the Tomb Of... cassette, a strange melding of abstract ambient piano and dirgey doom drenched sludge. The interesting thing about Amort is there are no drums, this is all just huge walls of guitar, harsh demonic vocals, and tinkling piano...
The flipside begins like most Amort songs, with plodding abstract piano, throbbing low end notes, ringing out and reverberating, drifting in vast expanses of near silent hiss. With hushed whispered vocals, and the occasional distant wail of anguish and again, NO DRUMS (although it took us a while to even realize there were no drums, the sound is so thick and dense). Eventually, the guitars roll in like some thick black fog, and the band becomes some sort of black glacial beast, slithering and lurching in slow motion. The piano picks out mournful melodies beneath a thick wash of rumbling crumbling distortion. It's definitely closer to Thergothon or Skepticism that SUNNO))), not so much a static drift as a plodding trudge, the guitars beating against each other, pulsing and throbbing, the piano pounding away, buried way down in the mix. Imagine a Mazzy Star / Khanate mash up and you might be getting close!
The next track begins with gently picked downtuned guitar, the low end cranked, a thick pulsing rumble, another guitar unfurling a plodding chug, another loosing little trills of high end shimmer into the blackness, the vocals again, a gurgling black cloud. But with a little flutter of clean guitar surfacing here and there, drifting through the throbbing black expanse.
Essential listening for the ultra-doom obsessed, and slow core fans looking for something a little darker or heavier should definitely check this out....
And in addition to those previously released grimdoom jams, the record tacks on another slow and low epic, the previously unreleased "Desert Of Ice"!! Sweet packaging, the lp housed in a super thick black and white sleeve, the record pressed on nice thick vinyl and LIMITED TO 500 COPIES!!

AMORT / IVES split (Boue) cd 9.98
Latest from long time aQ fave one man ultra doom outfit, Amort, here expanded to a quartet, with extra members handling gong, keys, saxophone and extra guitar. Here teamed up with crusty black metal punks Ives.
Amort offer up a single 14 minute track, the begins with haunting female vocals, over deep reverberating piano, and rumbling low end drones, very ritualistic and choral, it's not until nearly 3 minutes in, that the song splinters into what sounds like some sort of abstract free jazz doom, the gong rippling out thick metallic waves of sound, the sax skronking and squeaking, all wrapped in thick whorls of rumble and thrum, a monstrous ominous slo-mo creep, until finally, the song proper kicks in after about 5 minutes, an impossibly glacial chunk of slow motion doom sludge, drumless, and surprisingly melodic, the melodies nearly pop, but the guitars oozing and blackened, the vocals a demonic gurgle, a strange combination for sure, this filthy downtuned evil sound, but the song itself almost happy, like some pop song slowed waaaaaaaay down and then filtered through Corrupted and Nortt and Bunkur, the prettiest, most melodic slab of ultradoom you'll ever hear. It does build, and get louder and louder, there are spidery guitar leads, and more piano, but the sound never gets any less melodic.
Ives are pretty much on the other end of the sonic spectrum entirely, spitting out blasting, thrashing crusty blackness, minor key riffing, furious pounding drumming, harsh vokills, sonically quite akin to the punkier Darkthrone sound, or classic Discharge, but for every bit of D-beat pound, the band unleash a blast of face melting black metal buzz, the sound lo-fi, but still heavy and frantic and frenzied, brutal and blasting, galloping and churning, crusty but plenty grim and black. Killer stuff from both bands, the Ives stuff is from an old cassette, so a little curious to hear more recent stuff, and Amort, well, we can never get enough of their/his gloriously abject slow motion piano pounding dismal doom...
MPEG Stream: AMORT "In Bed With Decay"
MPEG Stream: IVES "A Tangle Of Hair And Bone"
MPEG Stream: IVES "Feral"

AMORT / THE COMFORT WIVES Black Blood / Locusta (Orobas) cassette 4.00
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Tape number two from ambient slowcore doom outfit Amort, whose first tape we dug heavily. A dense drifty blend of SUNNO))) style ultra doom, and lilting Low like atmospherics. This time they're teamed up with the strangely named Comfort Wives, who based on the name were ready to be disappointed by, but just like Mom always told us about books and covers, The Comfort Wives actually kick up a pretty mean din. The strange thing is how different Amort sound here. Actually to be honest, the labeling is sort of confusing and we just assumed Side A was the Comfort Wives but in fact appears to be Amort unless the tape was mislabeled. Either way, both sides are awesome, we'll go by the label for now. So Amort sound much more like a band, than a man crafting bleak dronescapes on his own. A plodding midtempo, noisy blackness, huge guitars so low and blown out they threaten to overwhelm the whole recording, which is in no way a band thing, in fact, it's the sort of guitar sound most bands would kill for. An in the red throbbing downtuned buzz, wrapped around a sort of melodic noise rock. The sound here is not so much black metal as it is taking bits and pieces of black metal and incorporating them into their own sound. And the sound here is more of a mournful minor key midtempo dirge rock, with super catchy melodies, simple drumming, some cool harmonies, all wrapped in a blacker than normal production, with some harsh howled vocals. Like a poppier, noise rockier version of Bone Awl or Beherit maybe? Cool stuff regardless, but a strange direction for Amort, while The Comfort Wives end up sounding more like Amort did on the last tape, but somehow darker and doomier and sludgier and much more black metal. An epic and corrosive sonic sludge, that unfurls like some thick black fog. Slow minor key guitar figures drift amidst wide open space, vocals gurgle and growl, all swallowed up by a MASSIVE glacial downtuned dirge, before the low end abates and leaves a simple strummed, almost out of tune guitar to sort of meander, before the blackness falls again. This is not so much BM as ultra doom, or black ambience, the guitars rumble and reverberate, single chords stretched out over vast expanses, the vocals another layer of low end, the riffs so slow they seem to be single plodding thuds that ring out and bleed into the next crusty note, a bit like Abruptum, a ritualistic black minimal doom, epic and murky and hellish and muddy and massive and seriously scary...

AMOS, TORI American Doll Posse (Epic) cd 17.98
Ms Tori embarks on another immersive concept album, this time embodying five starkly contrasted female personas over the course of twenty three songs. The music is just as startlingly varied in style as her satiny fashion choices for the cover photos. She has (or her team of stylists have) radically transformed herself in appearance with wigs and wardrobe. However, it's not to the degree of, say, Cindy Sherman or Laurie Anderson. No, Tori knows the market value of a flawless pretty face and doesn't sully hers to become anything unconventionally beautiful. No fat, no zits, no wrinkles.
Amos addresses her current concerns and critiques via Greek mythological references, rock star bombast, diva swoonings, earth mother embraces and battle cries. Of course, when you get right down to it, this kind of social and political criticism can be more than a little sticky, maybe even hypocritical at times -- lambasting the same systems (corporate, psychological, etc) in which she is profiting from the sales of her wares. Hence, our feelings about this album vacillate between thinking it preachy and long winded versus it being amazingly ambitious and her most spirited work to date. Seriously, there are moments on this album that are absolutely breathtaking (yes, some of them being her glorious, elaborate piano dramatics!), while others teeter into head-scratcher territory. Brace yourself.
MPEG Stream: "Body And Soul"
MPEG Stream: "Almost Rosey"

AMOS, TORI Boys For Pele (Atlantic) cd 16.98
Tori's music circa 1996 is very full and heavy, yet at times clear and light, as bent as PJ Harvey though of course imbued with Tori's own crotch-grabbing attitudinal eccentricities. Featured instrumentation: harpsichord, flugelhorn, bagpipes, harmonium, clavichord, and the very soft sound of her fingers depressing the piano keys.

AMOS, TORI Scarlet's Walk (Epic) cd 17.98

AMOS, TORI Strange Little Girls (Atlantic) cd 16.98
None of us here are huge Tori Amos fans, but part of me really wants to be. She is such a rock star. Bizarre and perplexing in interviews, aloof but good to her fans, and sort of political (as much as a rock star can be these days). In the past she's covered Nirvana, and on this new record she covers Slayer. SLAYER. Fucking "Raining Blood"... Just her and a piano. In fact the whole record is covers, 12 of 'em. Songs by: Lou Reed, Eminem, Depeche Mode, 10CC, Lloyd Cole, Tom Waits, Boomtown Rats, the Beatles, Stranglers, Neil Young, Joe Jackson, and of course Slayer. All done in her weirdly dark, Kate-Bush-on-quaaludes, piano bar at the end of the universe style. Strange little girl indeed.
RealAudio clip: "I'm Not In Love"
RealAudio clip: "Raining Blood"

AMOS, TORI The Beekeeper (Epic) cd + dvd 24.00
Attention all Tori lovers! Aw heck, you probably already know this but... she's just released a brand new full length and this version comes with a dvd! Taking a slightly different approach this time around, the ever enigmatic Ms Amos' eighth album The Beekeeper is a conceptual work. The cd is comprised of nineteen songs which, as the liner notes tell, have bloomed from a half dozen "gardens" such as "the orchard", "rock garden", "the greenhouse", etc (although rather puzzlingly this is not at all reflected in the songs' running order on the album - it comes across more as a random bouquet). Such a beautiful sentiment! This version even comes with a wildflower seed packet for your own garden. To boot, the dvd includes an interview and one exclusive song. This audio and visual release coincides with the publishing of her written autobiography, Piece By Piece which she co-wrote with music writer Ann Powers. This much Amos goodness is sure to delight her legions of fans!
MPEG Stream: "Parasol"
MPEG Stream: "Sweet The Sting"