BELLOWS s/t (self-released) cd-r 8.98
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They had us at DOOM BAND, NO STRINGS. Just drums, sax, and TUBA. That's IT. FUCKING tuba and sax, seriously, no guitar, no bass, just two horns and a drum kit, and these guys kick up a sound that dwarfs plenty of bands with axes to spare. Bellows is the perfect name for these guys, cuz the lungs on these guys must be like bellows, the horns moan and howl, the sax especially, the lead instrument, is wrapped in effects, and essential lays down some wailing, FX drenched, leads, that squeal and howl, the bands lock into killer lurching groove, the tuba, letting loose with an elephant roar low end, the sax just as often laying down a weird sheet of hiss or washed out drone, sometimes so effected it sounds like some fucked up synthesizer. And the drums, heavy and chaotic and mathy, the band locked into lurching lumbering dirges, post rocky workouts, and full on noise rock freakouts. It's a little like a marching band gone over to the darkside, some sinister assembly held in the deepest recesses of hell. The vocals are also bellowed, distorted and growled, venomous and malevolent, giving the sound a distinctly nineties East Coast noise rock Cop Shoot Cop sort of vibe. There's always a groove, but it's typically a woozy doomic one, the drums driving the sound big time, but those horns are just insane, some of the sounds they get out of 'em, on "Haunts" it's all drums and tuba, while the sax unfurls a creepy minor key melody, over and over, so hypnotic, before the track breaks down, and the low end is transformed into what sounds like a choir of throat singers, while the sax bleats and trills, and the drums just bludgeon.
There are moments, where the sound borders on jazzy, it's sort of unavoidable, but we're talking face melting Brotzmann style jazz, and that jazziness is inevitably all filtered through some crusty, creepy, blown out super distorted space doom filter, that makes these guys sound absolutely like no one else, and just as often as it gets jazzy, it gets something else, "Story Of A Giant" is all spaced out and almost waltzy, and there's no way you could tell the instrumentation, the sax unfurling shimmery psychedelic clouds of tangled melody, the tuba a thick bass throb, all wrapped in a druggy haze, and on the record closer, "Half-Life", the sax is super processed and becomes some fractured angular noisemaking machine, leading the group into an extended drone-out, all long tones, chanted vocals, swirling effects, total psych drone trip out, before finally slipping into a woozy jazzy outro, and finally a crushing chugging closing burst of ultra distorted crunch.
Fuck yeah. Came close to making this a fourth Record Of The Week!
MPEG Stream: "Haunt"
MPEG Stream: "Scratching The Wrong Itch"
MPEG Stream: "Story Of A Giant"

BELONG Common Era (Kranky) cd 14.98
There are certain sounds we can just never get enough of. Belong have always trafficked in one of those sounds, a blurred, bleary washed out droney, druggy drift, everything hazy and gauzy and pixelated, crumbling melodies, slow shifting textures, like old pop songs broadcast through broken transistor radios, or alien transmissions distorted by millions of miles of space and millions of years, every song some sort of dizzyingly smeared blown out, hushed and haunting dronescape, all thrum and shimmer, rumble and whir. It's a sound practiced by others for sure, but there is most definitely a pantheon, a royalty of sorts, and alongside Tim Hecker, Philip Jeck and few others, so too do sit Belong.
It's been maybe 5 years since their last proper full length, the gloriously abstract and distorted loveliness that was October Language, and since then, they've released a single 4 song ep, a record of covers, but of course utterly transformed, the very poppiness of the originals buried underneath layer upon layer of murk and grim and buzz and crunch, and again all stretched and blurred and smeared into these fantastical miniature epics, these avant pop flecked drones, warm and whirling and completely mesmerizing.
Looking back now, listening to Common Era, Belong's brand new full length, it's easy to say, that those covers were already hinting at a sonic shift, a move toward something more traditionally pop, a gradual approach to something more structured, more overtly pop, but the 'pop' of those songs is WAY removed from the pop found here, for Common Era has taken all that fantastic shoegaziness and shimmery ambience, and wrapped it around real and proper pop songs. Simple propulsive percussion, minimal guitar jangle, swaths of swirling keyboards, hushed breathy vox, everything reverbed and echoey and washed out, a sort of eighties style new wave minimal pop, but of course in the hands of Belong, it becomes something more ethereal, ghostly, ephemeral, druggy and dreamy.
Imagine My Bloody Valentine crossed with Tim Hecker crossed with Felt, maybe stir in some of Ariel Pink's idiosyncratic faux FM radio pop, and that's these perfect abstract, minimal chunks of lilting jangle, often buried in billowing clouds of warm swirling FX and softly distorted shimmer, but just as often, with much of the noisiness peeled back, leaving just some pure pop, and even then, it's muted and muddied, like it's being broadcast from some rift in time, a sort of blurred transmission from the past, pretty fantastic. Some of the tracks get downright spacey too, a sort of kraut flecked hypnorock, the takes the minimal repetitive psych of groups like Moon Duo or Wooden Shjips, and slathers on tons more echo and reverb, wreaths everything in blurred synth swirls, and fuzzy low end pulses, and lets the songs just sort of ooze and drift and hover, gradually becoming less and less pop, and more loose and abstract and woozy and washed out and dreamy. But ALL the tracks on Common Era never fully give up the pop. For all the droniness, and the minimal FX drenched soundscapery, this is essentially a gorgeous, albeit, strange and mysterious, pop record.
The funny thing is, since these guys are on Kranky, and their last few records were more minimal and droney and avant, this record will essentially be considered art, a sort of high brow minimalist pop music, or some sort of dronepop, and so, of course, all the folks who love everything Kranky, will no doubt dig this like crazy, as they should. But had this been a super limited cd-r, or been released on Not Not Fun or maybe Olde English Spelling Bee, this would be hailed as THEE lysergic lo-fi minimal bedroom pop jam of the year. WHICH IT IS. Too. In fact, Belong have managed to somehow make a record that's both a strange druggy lo-fi pop record, and a super abstract avant bit of poppy droney prettiness. And we LOVE it.
MPEG Stream: "Come See"
MPEG Stream: "Never Came Close"
MPEG Stream: "A Walk"

BELONG Common Era (Kranky) lp 14.98
There are certain sounds we can just never get enough of. Belong have always trafficked in one of those sounds, a blurred, bleary washed out droney, druggy drift, everything hazy and gauzy and pixelated, crumbling melodies, slow shifting textures, like old pop songs broadcast through broken transistor radios, or alien transmissions distorted by millions of miles of space and millions of years, every song some sort of dizzyingly smeared blown out, hushed and haunting dronescape, all thrum and shimmer, rumble and whir. It's a sound practiced by others for sure, but there is most definitely a pantheon, a royalty of sorts, and alongside Tim Hecker, Philip Jeck and few others, so too do sit Belong.
It's been maybe 5 years since their last proper full length, the gloriously abstract and distorted loveliness that was October Language, and since then, they've released a single 4 song ep, a record of covers, but of course utterly transformed, the very poppiness of the originals buried underneath layer upon layer of murk and grim and buzz and crunch, and again all stretched and blurred and smeared into these fantastical miniature epics, these avant pop flecked drones, warm and whirling and completely mesmerizing.
Looking back now, listening to Common Era, Belong's brand new full length, it's easy to say, that those covers were already hinting at a sonic shift, a move toward something more traditionally pop, a gradual approach to something more structured, more overtly pop, but the 'pop' of those songs is WAY removed from the pop found here, for Common Era has taken all that fantastic shoegaziness and shimmery ambience, and wrapped it around real and proper pop songs. Simple propulsive percussion, minimal guitar jangle, swaths of swirling keyboards, hushed breathy vox, everything reverbed and echoey and washed out, a sort of eighties style new wave minimal pop, but of course in the hands of Belong, it becomes something more ethereal, ghostly, ephemeral, druggy and dreamy.
Imagine My Bloody Valentine crossed with Tim Hecker crossed with Felt, maybe stir in some of Ariel Pink's idiosyncratic faux FM radio pop, and that's these perfect abstract, minimal chunks of lilting jangle, often buried in billowing clouds of warm swirling FX and softly distorted shimmer, but just as often, with much of the noisiness peeled back, leaving just some pure pop, and even then, it's muted and muddied, like it's being broadcast from some rift in time, a sort of blurred transmission from the past, pretty fantastic. Some of the tracks get downright spacey too, a sort of kraut flecked hypnorock, the takes the minimal repetitive psych of groups like Moon Duo or Wooden Shjips, and slathers on tons more echo and reverb, wreaths everything in blurred synth swirls, and fuzzy low end pulses, and lets the songs just sort of ooze and drift and hover, gradually becoming less and less pop, and more loose and abstract and woozy and washed out and dreamy. But ALL the tracks on Common Era never fully give up the pop. For all the droniness, and the minimal FX drenched soundscapery, this is essentially a gorgeous, albeit, strange and mysterious, pop record.
The funny thing is, since these guys are on Kranky, and their last few records were more minimal and droney and avant, this record will essentially be considered art, a sort of high brow minimalist pop music, or some sort of dronepop, and so, of course, all the folks who love everything Kranky, will no doubt dig this like crazy, as they should. But had this been a super limited cd-r, or been released on Not Not Fun or maybe Olde English Spelling Bee, this would be hailed as THEE lysergic lo-fi minimal bedroom pop jam of the year. WHICH IT IS. Too. In fact, Belong have managed to somehow make a record that's both a strange druggy lo-fi pop record, and a super abstract avant bit of poppy droney prettiness. And we LOVE it.
MPEG Stream: "Come See"
MPEG Stream: "Never Came Close"
MPEG Stream: "A Walk"

BELONG October Language (Carpark) cd 16.98
Belong, belong (couldn't resist) in a world of washed out sound, faded memories and blistering layers of sound. Imagine the warm crackles of Endless Summer era Fennesz, a touch of Godspeed You Black Emperor aimed at monumental peaks and valleys, a Flying Saucer Attack eyes half closed eyes half open delivery with a My Bloody Valentine shimmering layer of sound thrown in for good measure. A duo from New Orleans, Belong do a really nice job of taking from their influences but also having their own unique take on the whole gauzy smeary ambient free noise sound. Their take being a thick heady blast of sound that doesn't at all lose any of its gauzy dreaminess. October Language is that great kind of record that can take on different lives when played soft vs. loud. It allows you to enjoy it quiet, as a textural layer that you can dream beneath or drift away on top of. Or you can blast Belong and they'll take you out of your dreams, and your head and into another state completely. So nice!
MPEG Stream: "I Never Lose. Never Really."
MPEG Stream: "October Language"

BELONG October Language (Geographic North) lp 14.98
Finally this blissed out dreamy drone-y aQ favorite is available on vinyl!!
Belong, belong (couldn't resist) in a world of washed out sound, faded memories and blistering layers of sound. Imagine the warm crackles of Endless Summer era Fennesz, a touch of Godspeed You Black Emperor aimed at monumental peaks and valleys, a Flying Saucer Attack eyes half closed eyes half open delivery with a My Bloody Valentine shimmering layer of sound thrown in for good measure. A duo from New Orleans, Belong do a really nice job of taking from their influences but also having their own unique take on the whole gauzy smeary ambient free noise sound. Their take being a thick heady blast of sound that doesn't at all lose any of its gauzy dreaminess. October Language is that great kind of record that can take on different lives when played soft vs. loud. It allows you to enjoy it quiet, as a textural layer that you can dream beneath or drift away on top of. Or you can blast Belong and they'll take you out of your dreams, and your head and into another state completely. So nice!
MPEG Stream: "I Never Lose. Never Really."
MPEG Stream: "October Language"

BELONG Same Places (Slow Version) (Table Of The Elements) 12" 17.98
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There have been a whole bunch of killer installments in Table Of The Elements' recent guitar based series of one sided 12"s: Oren Ambarchi, Lee Ranaldo, Jon Mueller, but this is the one everyone seems to have been waiting for.
Especially considering what went on with the last belong 12". We sold out in a flash, got more and then sold out again, we couldn't keep that in stock. Well, we're happy to report that this latest is just as good if not better. Whereas the other 12" was all covers, the single looooong track here is an original and it's a doozy. A warm, washed out, dreamy, delicate, gauzy blurred woozy drift of pixilated sound. Jeck, Tim Hecker, Fennesz, all those guys have nothing on Belong. If anything, Belong take those sorts of sound and transform them into something more organic, more amorphous. "Same Places" sounds almost like actual people playing actual guitars, instead of something assembled on a computer. Layered and dense, the melodies obscured by thick swells of fuzzy whir, the fact that this is the "slow version" does explain how gorgeously glacial it sounds, and how many of the tones do sound like someone with their finger on the vinyl slowing the record player down to a crawl, but all that does is let the lowend sprawl, the melodies become even more abstract, pulled apart, and slowed down to the point where their constituent parts almost separate and drift away, almost. Instead, it's an underwater whirl, everything shimmery and indistinct, the sound as you sink deeper and deeper into the abyss, but instead of getting darker, the sounds begin to glow from within, bathing you in their unearthly light. So totally gorgeous.
Pressed on thick clear vinyl. One sided, the other side with a super bad ass etching by Savage Pencil, housed in a thick vinyl sleeve, and of course, as always LIMITED!

BENDER, JOHN Memories Of Mindless Mechanical Monologues 1976-1985 (Vinyl On Demand) 7lp / book 252.00

BENEATH THE LAKE Inside Passage (Glass Throat) cd 10.98
Beneath The Lake is the new ambient drone project of Nicolas Lampert, who was one third of AQ faves Noisegate, a bay area crusty, death-drone-ambient project with two records out on Andee's tUMULt label. Beneath The Lake finds Nicolas and new partner Dave Canterbury exploring similar sonic space as Noisegate did on their last full length 'Suspended Animation', but with more emphasis on the nature of sound and a much more dense and heavily layered approach. Utilising cello, guitar, pedals, processors and environmental recordings of sea lions, water, whales, wasps, wolves, owls and wind, Beneath The Lake manage to create rumbling pulsing drones that feel somehow alive, with organic thrum and cavernous shimmers, sounds slipping in and out of the sonic landscape, sparse and desolate one moment, lush and overpowering the next. Haunting and chillingly beautiful. One of our new favorite drone records.
RealAudio clip: "Water"
RealAudio clip: "Inside Passage"

BENEATH THE LAKE Silent Uprising (Glass Throat) cd 13.98
This is record number two from Beneath The Lake, whose first record from 2002, Inside The Passage, was a huge hit around these parts. BTL is made up of Nicolas Lampert, who was one half of Oakland ambient terrorists Noisegate, who released two records on Andee's tUMULt label, and Dave Canterbury who is a fixture of the noise underground performing as Wage Class Slave. Beneath The Lake is a project based on creating soundscapes combining minimal ambient music and found sounds, with an emphasis on composing the music to compliment the sounds instead of just using the sounds as a backdrop. Where their first record focused more on nature, Silent Uprising shifts the focus a bit more toward the increasing influence of the urban landscape as cities continue to encroach on nature and change the balance forever. The record begins with the clatter of trains rushing past, the receding sound of the train is soon joined by a simple strident guitar riff, accompanied by a mournful wooden recorder. The two drift and shift and slowly build in intensity. Very reminiscent of Neurosis at their most mellow, surprisingly enough. The riff shifts and twists, shadowed by the recorders melodies eventually being joined by the sound of another train and eventually being drowned out by the roar of the wheels on the tracks. The second track is a simple, gorgeously melancholy guitar melody, slowly and deliberately picked, over a bed of crackly static that could be either the sound of rain falling or the crackle of a fire, or both. The sound on Silent Uprising is much more musical than on Inside The Passage with the drone being relegated to just one of many instruments / approaches as opposed to the very dark and slow shifting all encompassing drone of the earlier record. Here, it's -that- guitar, all dark and shimmering and reverberant, and the brooding slow building melodies that creep across the sonic landscape. It sometimes almost sounds like the slow core of Low being performed in a steel mill or a rail yard, the band struggling to be heard over the sound of rain and wind and trains and passing cars. Strangely powerful and poignant. Packaged in a gorgeous oversized sleeve with breathtaking images of winter foliage and urban landscaapes, printed in all muted browns and tans. So lovely.
MPEG Stream: "Empty Highway - Highway / City / Sheep"
MPEG Stream: "Fire And Rain - Rain / Rattlesnake / Thunderstorm / Owl"

BEPLER, JONATHAN Cremaster 2 (Bepler) cd 18.98
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Glacial drones, beautifully sung songs by/about a notorious killer, thousands of buzzing bees and a death metal cameo...all are elements of this gorgeous and bizarre soundtrack to one of the weirdest and biggest budget art/film projects ever, Matthew Barney's million-dollar "Cremaster 2".
We were lucky enough to get a hold of some copies of the rare soundtrack composed by Johnathan Bepler. For the most part, Bepler layers multiple atonal church organ chords with varying effects that tweak the underlying sound. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir makes an appearance as does some digitally bent country twang. But the mindblowing highlight (both here on the cd and in the film) is the massive blastbeat provided by ex-Slayer drummer Dave Lombardo as Morbid Angel's bass player and vocalist Steve Tucker sings into a phone while cloaked in bees, who also contribute much buzzing to the wall of sound.
Barney's "Cremaster" series is arguably the most important work to emerge from the artworld in the past decade. To discuss in depth Barney's convoluted symbolism and bizarre Lynch / Cronenberg / Greenaway imagery would take up far too much space even for this increasingly verbose new arrivals list, but we'll attempt a brief introduction for the uninitiated: Barney's sound / film / installation pieces are poetic and difficult allegories, centered on the growth of human sexuality and its psychological implications. "Cremaster 2" is actually the fourth in a five part series (the order went 1, 3, 5, and then 2), and is, quite crassly put, a really good dick joke. More critically put, Barney abstracts the life & times of the serial killer Gary Gilmore to portray an archetype for a pre-linguistic male figure who lacks the super-ego control over the id's proclivity for sex & violence.
Music has always played an important part in the Barney work, and Jonathan Bepler's score for "Cremaster 2" certainly does its best to support Barney's complex visual elements. If you haven't seen the film, this soundtrack will make you want to.

BEPLER, JONATHAN Cremaster 3 (Bepler) 2cd 23.00
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Without getting too much into the meta-narratives of Matthew Barney's masterpiece "Cremaster 3" which loosely has something to do with the history of Freemasons, the Guggenheim Museum, macho-minimalist Richard Serra hurling vaseline, a punk battle of the bands between Murphy's Law and Agnostic Front, video games, and multiple references to Chrysler (both the car and the building). However, we can get a little worked up about the "Cremaster 3" soundtrack composed by Jonathan Bepler (who scored the two preceding films "Cremaster 5" and "Cremaster 2.") Yes, the numerical sequencing of this series is supposed to be out of order, merely one of many convolutions of logic. As in "Cremaster 2," Bepler masterfully constructs his soundtrack out of pre-existing musical genres and recognizable codifications of sound. Gaelic bagpipes blurt a dissonant stream of polyphonic notes, theremins sadly pull a solitary croon from the ether, violins glide through sustained tones, lurid artnoir grooves further corrode Barry Adamson's dark application of be-bop, and the drones, oh the drones. Much like the Alan Splet score for David Lynch's "Eraserhead" and even some of the later Ligeti chorale pieces, Bepler dissolves all of these references into pools of droning sound which allow him to fluidly work in and out of the huge pastiche. As before, Bepler's work is totally amazing.
RealAudio clip: "Chrysler Chorale Overture"
RealAudio clip: "Initiate's Serenade"
RealAudio clip: "Crown's Overture"
RealAudio clip: "Rainbow Girls Idyll"

BERAN, GRANT The Another Ones (Postmoderncore) cd-r 10.00
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Any record bearing the legend: "All the music on this cd has been created using a very old record player, second hand microphones, discarded tape recorders and various bits of wire" pretty much has to be good. Well okay, maybe HAS TO is exaggerating, but at the very least that sort of description is enough to get us very intrigued.
And in this case, it is good, but at the same time nothing at all like we were expecting.
We had imagined some sort of washed out Philip Jeck style drones, or pixelated Tim Hecker-ish soundscapes, or even the sort of crackling slow decay of William Basinski's tape pieces, but instead, Grant Beran has taken old records and some junky beat up equipment and used them to create surprisingly rhythmic tracks, utilizing various cracks and pops, and skips to fashion almost-grooves, like a lo-fi DJ Shadow sort of. The opener is all fuzzy and buzzy, but with a super driving beat, a skipping record looped into a hypnotic groove, a little bit techno, a little bit hip hop, a little creepy Goblin soundtrack, and a lot fuzzed out turntable buzz. It's not hard to imagine some clever DJ adding huge beats to this and you'd have the most fucked up lo-fi dancefloor jam ever. But we don't want to exaggerate the 'dance' aspect, it's more like the soundtrack to some lost John Carpenter movie, dubbed from VHS to VHS to home stereo to microcassette recorder until it ended up sounding like this, groove and fuzzy and murky and awesome!
The second track is much more moody and atmospheric, the rhythms an afterthought, that seem to surface randomly, while the meat of the track is deep sonorous tones, throbbing and distorted, woven into some low end melody. The rest of the record is split pretty evenly between hushed whispery ambient drone, and weirdly distorted lo-fi grooves, standout's include the buzzy electro jam of "The Man In The High Castle", the cinematic krautrocky murk of "Double Star", the almost Chain Reaction dub of "Star Collector" and the droney buzz and grind of "Gleanings".
Falling somewhere between experimental turntable soundscapery and a moody cinematic DJ record, Beran has skillfully woven sonic straw into fuzzy, stuttery, groovy gold, taking turntables and dreamdrone ambience into rhythmic places until now, as far as we know completely unexplored! WAY recommended.
MPEG Stream: "My Own Private Tokyo"
MPEG Stream: "Sci-Fi Lullaby"
MPEG Stream: "Here At The Western World"

BERBER OX Limiter (Twice Removed) cd-r 7.98
Yet another record from this Australian soundscaper / dronologist (the fourth in the last year or so), and another fantastic collection of lush minimalism and field recording flecked mesmer. It had occurred to us before, but this new one in particular has us wondering how come so few folks seem to have heard of this guy, and why doesn't he have records on Editions Mego or Touch or any number of other labels who routinely put out stuff that's not nearly as good as this.
The 12 plus opener is the track that's had us smitten recently, with its haunting almost horror movie soundtrack melodic refrain, drifting over a surprisingly active backdrop of hiss and static, of barely there ghostly voices, and constantly shifting textures, a mysterious microscopic soundworld that most definitely rewards close listening, headphones required for the full effect, and that recurring theme, it's a perfect chunk of haunting cinematic electronic ambient minimalism, that once gain positions Berber Ox as something folks into Tim Hecker, Thomas Koner, Philip Jeck, Circle, Monos, Ora and the like, should be freaking out over.
The rest of the record is not nearly so lush and melodic, instead dipping into more caustic noise, blurred sheets of Merzbowian static smoothed into thick swaths of gristly ambience, or dark, ultra minimal landscapes of swirling murk, more buried voices, blurred broadcasts, a long stretch of haunting ambient drift, that sounds like a dubbed out stripped down version of the opener, slightly more sinister, and finally, the closer, which sounds like it was assembled from the sounds of bells, but those tolling chiming tones smeared into indistinct tonal blurs, overlapping, and pulsing subtly, like some sort of slow sonic tide, which is soon joined by a dense drone, and some distant percussive thumps, the whole thing seeming to melt into a warm, washed out thrum, droney, and druggy and dolorously dreamlike.
Gorgeous stuff as always, but act fast, cuz these are LIMITED TO 100 COPIES, each one hand numbered.
MPEG Stream: "Magnetic Assembly"
MPEG Stream: "Milky In The House"
MPEG Stream: "Mother Eye"

BERBER OX Minor Tranquiliser (Stunned) cassette 6.98
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We had never heard of the artist known by the strange monicker Berber Ox, but we got two different releases from this Australian soundscaper recently, whose music the man himself described as "weird-ass psychedelic drone/field recording/collage", which most definitely sounded right up our alley, a dizzyingly dark assemblage of sounds, found AND created, woven deftly into droney psychedelic ambience that definitely has us kicking ourselves for not hearing this stuff until now.
As Mr. Berber Ox spent much of the last few years in Japan, where most of the sounds on these two releases were in fact recorded, the proceeds from the sale of both will be donated to the Red Cross Japan Tsunami Fund, which is another reason to grab both before they're gone...
Like the Trounce cd-r, this tape finds Berber Ox taking raw field recordings and folding them into generated sounds, electronic and organic, rendering them unrecognizable for the most part, and blurring all of those into hazy atmospheric sprawls, on the surface a warm whir, a bleary shimmer, but within those seemingly slo-mo glacial streaks of layered sound lurk hushed melodies, mysterious overtones and subtle rhythmic shifts, with the field recordings occasionally revealing themselves, adding a whole 'nother vibe to the sound, humanizing the dark drift with voices or snippets of conversation, or further obscuring their provenance in the form of muted clatter, buzz, or soft industrial crunch, but even so, everything in the world of Berber Ox is further blurred into some sort of hazy otherworldliness, a muddied, murky, muted swirl of softly chaotic thrum and whir, shimmer and drift, hum and buzz, the sort of sound that is so easy to get lost in, a sonic gateway forged from dreamlike minimalism and hushed, sculpted softnoise, so darkly divine. And like the cd-r, recommended for drone explorers partial to Chalk, Coleclough, Ora, Mirror, Monos, Brendan Murray, Peter Wright and the rest...
Packaged in cool eye popping full color J-cards in bright blue tape cases, and LIMITED TO JUST 111 COPIES!! We got a very limited number of those direct from the man himself, and we might not be able to get more once these sell out.

BERBER OX The Great Parenthesis (Stunned Tapes) cassette 6.98
Latest release from this Australian soundscaper / dronologist, another collection of self described "weird-ass psychedelic drone/field recording/collage", and really, no matter how many ways of describing the oddly monikered Berber Ox, we have yet to come up with a more succinctly accurate description. But while that is a pretty accurate thumbnail descriptor, it doesn't really do justice to Berber Ox's dark and surreal dronescapes. Four lengthy tracks, the shortest, 7:41, the longest a whopping 28:07, the sourced field recordings are for the most part blurred into impressionistic smears, layered tones, lush drifts of muted electrical crunch fused to shimmery soft focus chordal whir, a deft balance of grit and gristle, thrum and drift, the opener begins with some strange grinding bits of low end, almost rhythmic, which are quickly stretched out and subsumed by a whirring flow of tangled tones and blurred ambience. There does seem to be some fragments of the original field recordings, bits of click and skitter, but those elements merely add texture to the tracks glacial forward momentum. The much longer second track, is another bit of breathless shimmer, all soft swells and softened edges, it's not until well into the track, where the vibe begins to feel mildly industrial, with the background whir and hiss gradually overtaking the more melodic hum in the foreground. Darkly dreamy and utterly meditative.
The flipside begins with another short one, the awesomely titled "Bear And Vortex", which unfurls an ultra minimal rumble, that sounds almost like the wind whooshing past a microphone (and could very well be just that), and doesn't really move much beyond that, a hushed murky murmur of a track, with other haunting incidental sounds creeping into the picture, the result much like the sound of exploring some old abandoned underground bunker, a low level thrum, distant reverb drenched barely there ghostlike echoes, all softly blurred into an ultra minimal expanse of hushed grey ambience.
Finally, the record finishes off with the nearly half hour long "Kong", which again continues Berber Ox's dark and delicate exploration of some otherworldly / subterranean sound work, another dark expanse of layered softnoise shimmer, and buried melodic fragments, the field recording are most noticeable here, the occasional clang, tolling bells, what could be animal sounds, everything wreathed in a foggy sonic haze, until about three quarters of the way through, when the fog seems to dissipate, leaving something much more overtly musical, melodies become more fully formed, the background noises, almost rhythmic, the tolling bells, woven into something lustrous and lovely.
Fans of all things dark and dreamy and droney will dig this, Berber Ox definitely deserves a spot on your shelf alongside Tim Hecker, Thomas Koner, Philip Jeck, Machinefabriek and the like, assuming of course you have a very strange way of alphabetizing your records...
Printed bright yellow cassettes, housed in super colorful J-cards, limited to just 111 copies.
MPEG Stream: "Do That Twice"
MPEG Stream: "Bicycle Thief"

BERBER OX Trounce (Install) cd-r 6.98
We had never heard of the artist known by the strange monicker Berber Ox, but we got two different releases from this Australian soundscaper recently, whose music the man himself described as "weird-ass psychedelic drone/field recording/collage", which most definitely sounded right up our alley, a dizzyingly dark assemblage of sounds, found AND created, woven deftly into droney psychedelic ambience that definitely has us kicking ourselves for not hearing this stuff until now.
As Mr. Berber Ox spent much of the last few years in Japan, where most of the sounds on these two releases were in fact recorded, the proceeds from the sale of both will be donated to the Red Cross Japan Tsunami Fund, which is another reason to grab both before they're gone...
Trounce is a super limited cd-r, released with minimal packaging on the esteemed Install label, home to Peter Wright, Gareth Hardwick, Horaflora and others. And Berber Ox sounds right at home, opening Trounce with with a thick humid cloud of sound, all rumbling whirring blacks and greys, shot through with all manner of field recordings, the thick thrum eventually recedes, leaving just a low level shimmer, laced with strange burblings, distant bird calls, that gradually builds and builds into what sounds like white noise surf, fading out in a blur of what sounds like canned mall music, leading directly into the hazy sonic gauze of the lengthy follow up, a nearly static drift of muted minimal hum, but within seems to lurk all manner of low end melody, subtle sonic shifts, all in their own way affecting the texture and timbre of the thick sound surrounding them.
And so it goes, the sounds tending toward the very minimal, long tones, draped over long tones, allowed to softly pulse, and gently undulate, creating ghostly overtones, and softly submerged almost-rhythms, these streaks and blurs infused with the chitter of insects, mysterious voices, snippets of traditional Japanese folk music, muted percussion, culminating in a final 20 minute sprawl of gently roiling gloom, beginning with a soft cacophony of tolling bells, one can imagine it's those bells that are blurred into Berber Ox's gorgeously murky gloom, a gloom that is transformed into what sounds like some sort of washed out doomgaze guitar buzz for the last few minutes, hypnotically heavy, yet still somehow hushed and dreamy.
Gorgeous stuff for sure. Recommended for anyone who digs lush, minimal drift and layered low end shimmer: Chalk, Coleclough, Ora, Mirror, Monos, Brendan Murray, Peter Wright et al...
VERY LIMITED, we got these directly from the man himself, and there's a good chance these will be the last copies we can get.
MPEG Stream: "1"
MPEG Stream: "2"

BERKOWITZ LAKE AND DAHMER Contraception of the Gods (Fflint Central) cd-r 9.98
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Yet another slab of crunching, crushing electronica from our friends at Fflint, brought to us (of course) by the so far infallible Berkowitz, Lake and Dahmer.
This time it's all about the drone, and no one here at AQ can argue with that. While some of the stuttering skitter and jagged glitch remain, they are surrounded by and occasionally overtaken by washes of speaker melting hum and foundation rattling rumble. Fucking amazing.
RealAudio clip: "Skeletal Articulation"
RealAudio clip: "Tones In Red"

BERKOWITZ LAKE AND DAHMER Drain Salmon Forgery (Fflint Central) cd-r 9.98
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Fflint Central is a U.K. label run by two extraordinarily nice guys and darn fine hosts (good enough to befriend a sick and bedraggled on-tour Andee and buy him Cokes). Fflint specializes in experimental electronics and harsh abstract noise. One would think that there's enough, or too much of both, but the men from Fflint have that something special (fuck-you attitude? undefinable sound? sense of humor?) that makes these records way better and way more interesting than the majority of the 'electronica' we hear these days. Fans of VV/M, Lesser and other 'troublesome' electonica will dig this stuff. Affordable CD-Rs. Go ahead and take a chance. You may regret it...
Besides having the greatest band name ever, BL&D whip up a malfunctioning maelstrom of stuttering, fuzzed out synth and hiccupping bursts of skull pounding glitchery.
Sputtering clicks and oscillating low end rumbles are draped over chest rattling modulated pulses, creating some of the fiercest, coolest experimental electronica we've heard in a while. Like music for that video game the devil forces you to play in hell, for eternity. Awesome.
RealAudio clip: "Homunculus"

BERKOWITZ LAKE AND DAHMER Lunge Howler e.p. (Fflint Central) cd-r 7.98
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Fflint Central is a U.K. label run by two extraordinarily nice guys and darn fine hosts (good enough to befriend a sick and bedraggled on-tour Andee and buy him Cokes). Fflint specializes in experimental electronics and harsh abstract noise. One would think that there's enough, or too much of both, but the men from Fflint have that something special (fuck-you attitude? undefinable sound? sense of humor?) that makes these records way better and way more interesting than the majority of the 'electronica' we hear these days. Fans of VV/M, Lesser and other 'troublesome' electonica will dig this stuff. Affordable CD-Rs. Go ahead and take a chance. You may regret it...
Record number two from the brilliantly named BL+D. This is a little more droney and hypnotic than the first Berkowitz record, but equally as fucked.
Spazzy organ solos degrade into super distorted, hypnotic pulsing, slowly evolving like a Charlemagne Palestine piece, albeit with a full battery of broken down machinery, malfunctioning effects, and distorted alien transmissions. Noisey but still musical, BL+D are like a thinking man's VV/M.

RealAudio clip: "Tinklebox"

BERKOWITZ LAKE AND DAHMER Tar Weasels (Fflint Central) cd-r 9.98
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It's been almost three years now since our little musical community has been terorrized by everyones favorite serial dronesters Berkowitz Lake and Dahmer. And once again, the guys at Fflint Central, our favorite UK electronic / experimental / noise / drone label, have come up with an absolute killer (um...pun intended actually). BLD just so happens to be the duo of Barry and Tim, the men behind the Fflint curtain, and so it makes sense that BLD are probably the most musically powerful and fully realized Fflint entity. Tar Weasels is as good as anything BLD has done, the difference this time around, being that there seems to be much more of a focus on melody and texture, melodic swells, dreamy drones, gone are much of the abrasive noise and squelchy rhythms of past releases, with Weasels being a far more tranquil affair. There are rhythms, but they tend to be minimal little seismic events, or squeaking alien weirdness, present, but only in the background, while in the foreground, the world is a slow motion snapshot of an alien landscape, all shifting swirls and slow building swells, ambient, but an active ambience, static sheets of drone demarcated by little sonic imperfections, somehow wrangled into a marked musical path, guiding us through a dense and darkened world of crumbling drones, and billowing waves of rumble and rattle, a murky otherworldly vacuum, where each sound is frozen in time, and then hurled into a black hole, but instead of being swallowed up and lost, each sound is stretched into infinity, every sound pulled apart and stacked into a single, slowly slithering, gorgeously thick shimmer, occasionally cracking, sonic shards dropping onto the surface below, creating more barely-there, off kilter rhythms for BLD to bury under their warm thick blankets of bowed drones and reverberating fuzz. What else can we say at this point? If you're already a member in good standing in the church of Fflint, then you already know you need this latest Fflinty sacrament, and it you have yet to be converted, well, you can only resist for so long...
MPEG Stream: "Sky Burial"
MPEG Stream: "Cinnabar Grove"

BERKOWITZ, LAKE AND DAHMER Missionary District (Fflint Central) mp3-cd 6.98
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Berkowitz, Lake & Dahmer have easily become our new favorite electronica renegades (having easily overtaken V/Vm, what with being more musical and less annoying (just barely) and not so concerned with inane 'concepts'). The 'Missionary District' cd is their newest offering and is only available though Aquarius. But be warned, it's not a normal cd, it's a rectangular credit card sized mp3 cd-r(om) with the new record, and a ton of other Fflint propaganda and goodies on it, and is only playable on your computer!!! That said, this is their best yet, weird and grating and beautiful and baffling. Since I don't have the technical know how to make these mp3s into real audio samples, i'll just describe each song for you in a sentence:
1. an indian soundtrack being overtaken by a bleeping hyper distorted techno marching band.
2. grinding scraping pulsing drone, like a small village being over run by snakes made out of bowed cymbals and broken samplers.
3. hissing ambience created by a choir of traecheotomy patients w/intercepted short wave transmissions interrupted by gunfire, only the bullets are Masonna cassettes.
4. skittery but smooth. like someone drugged Boards of Canada and then pushed them down the stairs, while outside BL+D tried desperately to start the getaway car.
5. shortwave, high pitch skree like a Skullflower / Sun City Girls pool party.
6. like laying prone in a pool of Rephlex 12"s while hundreds of 'electronica artists' piss on you from above.
7. ultra harsh noise over a strange man humming into a broken telephone, while Glen Branca and his orchestra try desperately to compete in the background.
8. unwrapping cellophane candies in a hyperbolic chamber, while little girls in tap shoes run laps around the room.
9. pipe fight and synthesiser fight double tag team. broadcast through a toy megaphone set on 'monster'.
So definitely, if you've bought anything or everything on Fflint, then this is obviously essential, and if you haven't yet, what the hell's wrong with you?! This is as good a place to start as any. Fucking great!

BERKOWITZ, LAKE AND DAHMER Without Chemicals He Points (Fflint Central) cd-r 9.98
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The mighty Fflint Central again prove that they have cornered the market on subversive (and intelligent) electronic fuckery in the UK. Why listen to the retarded antics of V/VM or the pedestrian downtempo dreck of Boards Of Canada when you can get the best elements of both AND THEN SOME from almost any band in the Fflint stable?! The return of the 'killer' electronica threesome (actually a twosome, like the 3 piece Thompson Twins) and their imbalanced, dangerous and baffling electronica. Balancing noise and melody, BL+D craft noisy epics, with gurgling, sputtering synths, purloined Middle Eastern melodies. distant rumbles, screeching high end crunch, chopped and shuffled 20th century classical, ultra-abstract musiqe concrete, bursts of face melting noise, running water framing delicate far-away melodies, totally nonsensical, epileptic drum programming, and more strange and beautiful sounds than any two guys should be able to produce. Gorgeous, challenging, intense and completely original. If there was any justice in this world, Berkowitz, Lake + Dahmer would be the jewel in someone's electronic crown (Warp, Skam, Lo, etc...) They'll just have to settle for Andee's tUMULt label, who will be releasing their first non cd-r release towards the end of the year. In the meantime, don't miss out. You know you want to be able to say 'Oh yeah, I was into BL+D way back in February!' SO RECOMMENDED.
RealAudio clip: "Blighted Sump"
RealAudio clip: "Cyan Krilp Vipers"
RealAudio clip: "Graphic Tanquiliser"

BERNIER, NICOLAS Usure.Paysage (Hronir) cd 17.98
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This hot shit musique concrete album is now available on cd! There are so many stuffy compositions and constructions that look back to the salad days of tape experimentation in the '50s and '60s. Works can get so conceptual with each sound being meant to allude to some particular phrases of Beckett or recapitulate the Merz of Schwitters that the interplay between this found sound and that electronic blorp is totally lost amidst a dull and boring concoction that serves little more than an execution of a grant application. This is certainly not the case for Canadian composer Nicolas Bernier, whose dexterous yet ominous concrete album has landed in the good hands of Hronir, a label which has a small catalog of brutal collage artists (e.g. Sudden Infant, Raionbashi, GX-Jupitter Larssen) to accompany more oblique voices from the academic world. While Bernier's work isn't nearly as toxic as those jackbooted noiseniks, his compositions are wholly discomforting, and we mean that in the best possible way. Within the avant-garde pantheon, Bernier's work follows that of Michel Chion and Luc Ferrari doing their finest work, through dynamic juxtapositions blurting concrete sounds (bellowing car horns, steam engine growls, leaden explosions, etc.) against unsettled atmospheres and spackled dronings that start and stop with a series of repeating punctuations not unlike the strategy that Nurse With Wound mastered on Homotopy To Marie. He's aware of the cinematic urge for acousmatic works, and pushes "Les chambres de l'atelier" towards a Lynchian noir with a soft-focus melody warbling in the background to a series of crunched abrasions and eerie footsteps, ruptured by ghostly noises. Excellent, through and through!
Oh! The cd is super limited to 150 copies (and no, it's not a cd-r!), comes with a 9-minute bonus track (not listed on the artwork, though), and is housed in the same 12" sleeve as the LP.
MPEG Stream: "Paysages Articules No. 4"
MPEG Stream: "10 Passages"
MPEG Stream: "Les Chambres De L'atelier"

BERNIER, NICOLAS Usure.Paysage (Hronir) lp 24.00
Hot shit musique concrete found here! There are so many stuffy compositions and constructions that look back to the salad days of tape experimentation in the '50s and '60s. Works can get so conceptual with each sound being meant to allude to some particular phrases of Beckett or recapitulate the Merz of Schwitters that the interplay between this found sound and that electronic blorp is totally lost amidst a dull and boring concoction that serves little more than an execution of a grant application. This is certainly not the case for Canadian composer Nicolas Bernier, whose dexterous yet ominous concrete album has landed in the good hands of Hronir, a label which has a small catalogue of brutal collage artists (e.g. Sudden Infant, Raionbashi, GX-Jupitter Larssen) to accompany more oblique voices from the academic world. While Bernier's work isn't nearly as toxic as those jackbooted noiseniks, his compositions are wholly discomforting, and we mean that in the best possible light. Within the avant-garde pantheon, Bernier's work follows that of Michel Chion and Luc Ferrari doing their finest work, through dynamic juxtapositions blurting concrete sounds (bellowing car horns, steam engine growls, leaden explosions, etc) against unsettled atmospheres and spackled dronings that start and stop with a series of repeating punctuations not unlike the strategy that Nurse With Wound mastered on Homotopy To Marie. He's aware of the cinematic urge for acousmatic works, and pushes "Les chambres de l'atelier" towards a Lynchian noir with a soft-focus melody warbling in the background to a series of crunched abrasions and eerie footsteps, ruptured by ghostly noises. Excellent, through and through! Limited to 300 copies as well.
MPEG Stream: "Paysages Articules No. 4"
MPEG Stream: "10 Passages"
MPEG Stream: "Les Chambres De L'atelier"

BERNSTEIN, DAVID W. (EDITOR) San Francisco Tape Music Center: 1960s Counterculture And The Avant-Garde (UC Press) book+dvd 26.00
We apologize to tape music buffs near and far, but we shamefully snoozed on reviewing this awesome book about this music movement's seminal Bay Area based hub back in June of this year when it was first published. We thought that now would be a good time (what with the holiday gift-giving season just around the corner as well as the chillier stay-inside-with-a-good-book autumn and winter months) to give it a good ol' shout out! Better late than never, right?
Those already well acquainted will need no further explanation, but for those unfamiliar, in a nutshell, the San Francisco Tape Music Center was a vital cultural and educational meeting ground of adventurous pioneers in audio arts and science. The sonic explorations of composers Morton Subotnick (who performed an in-store presentation here a few years back), Steve Reich, Ramon Sender, Don Buchla, Pauline Oliveros, Terry Riley among others produced some of the most stunning and influential avant-garde sounds of the period in an utterly unassuming locale right here in SF. This creatively tangled web of tape-loop and tape-delay, analog synthesizers and various other electronic tentacles came into fruition back in the early '60s. These days, having been schooled by the wonderful reissued works of numerous seemingly like-minded audio renegade technicians of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop (Daphne Oram, Delia Derbyshire, John Baker to name a few), we still can't help but conjure images of the electronic music artists of that decade donning lab coats with pocket protectors and bespectacled consternated gazes, but this 344-page book reveals just as much the kaleidoscopic opening of minds induced by sound (and in some cases substances). In fact, for those of you who were captivated by the revelatory glimpse of the LA counterculture in the '60s courtesy of the recent Source Family book (The Source: The Untold Story Of Father Yod, Ya Ho Wa And The Source Family), this serves to some degree as a Bay Area counterpart (albeit perhaps somewhat less Hollywood tabloid scandalous). It's the first ever first-person retrospective of the SFTMC. Many a fond memory and occasionally a hair-raising tale were unearthed for this tome. Our current favorites include one involving wild escapades to keep the center afloat on a less than shoestring budget as well as a desperate search across a floor/sea of tape edit detritus to find an errant single note snippet using a dismantled reel-to-reel playback head!
An inspiring, fascinating and often entertaining document of interviews with and essays by all the key figures and more. This 322-page softcover tome is also packed with color and black & white photos, diagrams, drawings, and a comprehensive chronology. But wait, there's still more! A dvd is tucked away in the back which features video documentation from the 2004 Wow & Flutter: The San Francisco Tape Music Center, 1961-Now festival / reunion of sorts that took place in Troy, NY.
Highly recommended!

BERROCAL, JACQUE / DOMINIQUE COSTER / ROGER FERLET Musiq Musik (Fractal) cd 16.98
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Originally released in 1973 in France by Futura Records via their SON series (which also included the wonderful "Tacet" by Jean Guerin. Futura also released otherworldly tripped-outness from the likes of Red Noise and Mahogany Brain). Recorded between '71 and '72, "Musiq Musik" saw Berrocal's introduction of his Musik Ensemble on record, combining gamelan and free jazz splendour with restraint and droneful grace. An amalgamation of eastern instrumentation (bells, Tibetan shells as well as various percussion and wind instruments), western instrumentation (just some horns), and just plain wacky instrumentation (ropes, balloons, explosives (!)), the music itself is an imaginative, lyrical journey into the landscape of the mind.

BERRY, KEITH A Strange Feather (Twenty Hertz) cd-r 16.98
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It's a mystery how we managed to miss the previous recordings from the British ultra-minimalist Keith Berry, because if there's any justice in the world, he should be mentioned alongside such blue-chip drone artists as William Basinski, Thomas Koner, Bernhard Gunter, and Akira Rabelais. Yeah, his work is that good! He's got the sublimely romantic melodicism of Basinski, the glacial pacing of Koner, the hushed restraint of Gunter, and, um well, he's got a copy of Rabelais' legendary Argeiphontes Lyre software in his repertoire. But Berry is no mere aggregate of previously mined aesthetics, there's plenty to his work that speaks of his own beliefs and agendas which all draw heavily from Zen philosophies. While Berry's previous work The Golden Boat (Trente Oiseaux, 2003) and The Ear That Was Sold To The Fish (Crouton, 2005) were both exceptional releases (with the Crouton album easily being the best smelling record of 2005!), each of Berry's albums makes small adjustments that add up to an improvement and refinement of his sound; thus A Strange Feather stands out a remarkable achievement. Like all of the previously cited composers, Berry's fundamental structure is the drone supreme into which he bends field recordings, subtle instrumental arrangements, and small tactile events. Like falling snow, his dreamy work drifts with a poetic chill and tranquil hypnosis through which peripheral elements tease the listener with subtle details. It's so damn beautiful.
MPEG Stream: "A Strange Feather (excerpt 1)"
MPEG Stream: "A Strange Feather (excerpt 2)"

BERRY, KEITH The Cartesian Plane (Elevator Bath) picture disc 17.98
It's been way too long since Keith Berry has put anything out. The last time we had one of his records in stock, it was the impeccable 2005 album The Ear That Was Sold To A Fish, which was housed in an oversized box filled with fragrant flower petals. On that album, Berry's somber ambient constructions looked forward to the hauntological wash of Leyland Kirby, but also ran parallel to Thomas Koner's isolationism and the miniscule musicality of the later works of Bernhard Gunter. There had been rumors of an album to appear on The Helen Scarsdale Agency; for reasons unknown, the album never surfaced. Outside of a compilation track here and there, this British artist has kept a very low profile until this breathtaking album, released as a part of Elevator Bath's ongoing series of picture discs. Berry presents five extended pieces of soft-focus ambience, whose elegant suspension of sound gently bends along a majestic orbit with huge expanses of sounds undulating with ghostly melodies transmitting from way back behind Berry's dense fog. Where Kirby imbues his work with a maudlin strain, Berry's casts an eye into heart of the sublime. Something beautiful is afoot here, and at same time, the feeling is darkened and just unsettled enough. Let's hope that it's not another 5 years between albums, as Berry is too good a composer to be forgotten about! Limited to 233 copies.

BERRY, KEITH The Ear That Was Sold To A Fish (Crouton) cd 14.98
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In case such a declaration matters in the grand scheme of things, The Ear That Was Sold To A Fish is my (Jim's) Record of The Year for 2005.
That said, there is a unique facet to Keith Berry's impressionistic masterpiece that I cannot fully enjoy. You see, I have a very limited sense of smell. I've always blamed it on my pyrotechnic stunts during my college days when I would light my paintings on fire; and as grandiosely stupid as this made me look, the sensorial failings of my nose is more the result of genetics than anything I could have done to it. So when I opened the box for the first time to Keith Berry's The Ear That Was Sold To A Fish, I got a small tingle as something perfumed and pleasant drifted from the contents of the box, which contained not only a CD and booklet but also a delicate pile of dyed flower petals. Those of you who are not sensorially damaged might be able to place the scent; but I simply cannot. Regardless, Berry (with the help of the fine folks at Crouton Records) engineered an amazing feat: an album with a fragrance.
For very obvious reasons, the smell-o-rama trick is not what attracts me to the record; it's the seductively restrained compositions for quiet flickerings, muffled rumbles, and whispered reverberations that truly captured my imagination. Berry defines his work through the teachings of Zen Buddhism and Sufi poetry, striving for an artform that could "unlock the mechanisms inside one's mind that leads to enlightenment." In doing so, Berry begins with a series of unremarkable sounds which fall somewhere in the hushed white noise territories, possibly including the sound of a gentle spring shower or the empty spaces on shortwave bands. He molds these hisses, crackles, and shadows into subtle repeating forms which do, in fact, lend themselves to any number of images, metaphors, and ideas. Given that he landed his debut album on Trente Oiseaux, Berry's work falls in the lowercase school of ephemeral electronics alongside Steve Roden and Bernhard Gunter; but there is an antiquated tactility to his albums which hint at the same temporal netherworld as heard in Philip Jeck's avant-turntable melodramas.
Given the packaging constraints, The Ear That Was Sold To A Fish is strictly limited to 300 copies.
MPEG Stream: "The Sun Rays Of Another Pale Afternoon"
MPEG Stream: "Cars Keep Passing By"
MPEG Stream: "My Backward Voyage"

BERRY, KEITH The Ear That Was Sold To A Fish / Turn Right A Thousand Feet From Here (Infraction) 2cd 17.98
The Ear That Was Sold To A Fish was released back in 2005 by Jon Mueller's now defunct label Crouton, and it came packaged in slightly oversized cardboard box filled with dried flowers drenched in a silken perfume. While devoid of this smell-o-rama trickery, the much-needed reissue of Keith Berry's masterpiece of hallowed drone does come with an unreleased body of work as a bonus disc, which is just as good of The Ear That Was Sold To A Fish.
Here's what we had to say about the album way back when, and these words still ring true today: Berry defines his work through the teachings of Zen Buddhism and Sufi poetry, striving for an artform that could "unlock the mechanisms inside one's mind that leads to enlightenment." In doing so, Berry begins The Ear That Was Sold To A Fish with a series of unremarkable sounds which fall somewhere in the hushed white noise territories, possibly including the sound of a gentle spring shower or the empty spaces on shortwave bands. He molds these hisses, crackles, and shadows into subtle repeating forms which do, in fact, lend themselves to any number of images, metaphors, and ideas. Given that he landed his debut album on Trente Oiseaux, Berry's work falls in the lowercase school of ephemeral electronics alongside Steve Roden and Bernhard Gunter, but there is an antiquated tactility to his albums which hint at the same temporal netherworld as heard in Philip Jeck's avant-turntable melodramas. These seductively restrained compositions for quiet flickerings, muffled rumbles, and whispered reverberations truly captured our imagination.
Not to be confused with a track on his Twenty Hertz album whereby he instructs the listener to veer left, Turn Right A Thousand Feet From Here is a far more nocturnal album than The Ear with its enveloping shadows, snowblinded mirages, and slow-motion tumbling of obfuscated noises into half-melodic passages. One would be forgiven for thinking these recordings to be a lost Thomas Koner record around the time of Kaamos or Daikan. Both discs are completely mesmerizing and come with our highest recommendation.
MPEG Stream: "The Sun Rays Of Another Pale Afternoon"
MPEG Stream: "Cars Keep Passing By"
MPEG Stream: "My Backward Voyage"
MPEG Stream: "Untitled II"

BERTHET, PIERRE Extended Loudspeakers (Sub Rosa) cd 16.98
Belgium's Sub Rosa is one of those labels that's always worth checking out. Often, we have never before heard of the artists they put out, and may never hear of them again, but the discs they release quite often become favorites 'round here: Saule, Israel Quellet, Time Control, The Wild Classical Music Ensemble, Mace... Of course Sub Rosa issues stuff by plenty of better known names as well, like Philip Jeck, but the point is, when its someone we don't know on Sub Rosa, we have learned we'd still better pay attention, it might be amazing!
Which is all by way of saying that we had no idea who Pierre Berthet was or what to expect from him, except it was on Sub Rosa, and maybe the disc's title held a clue: Extended Loudspeakers. That sounds potentially cool, right? And it is, if you're into subtle, active droneworks! This is a recording of a sound installation from a Belgian art gallery, and while it would probably be really neat to witness Berthet's whole sonic apparatus in person, it's quite good as a compact disc recording too! We might as well quote the handwritten note printed inside the digipack, as Berthlet can probably do a better job of explaining his elaborate "extended loudspeakers" set up than we can: "An 'extended loudspeaker' is a loudspeaker with as less membrane as possible connected with long steel wires to a net of metal cans resonators. Inputs are sine waves, feedbacks and radio. At the end of the piece, steel wires are also vibrated with a small low tension electric motor equipped with a flexible fan." He also explains that "the piece starts with drops falling on small tin cans." And, additionally, there's helpful, and rather cute, simple stickfigure illustrations diagramming the thing visually. So now you know how these sounds were sourced, sort of, but listening to it, your imagination will doubtless delve further into the fantastical, because the overall effect of Berthet's creation is one of mysteriousness. There's passages of bell-like ringing, layered rainfall rhythms that beat with and against each other, accompanied by wavering, high-end drones, quite trance inducing. Elsewhere in the piece (which lasts for about an hour, arbitrarily indexed into seven tracks on the cd for listening convenience) the chiming, dripping sounds fade into something more spacious and abstract and arrhythmic, whilst the drone-tones of feedback grow more present and prominent, but still pleasant... it's beautiful stuff, calm, soothing, mesmeric. (But maybe only for drone-heads, I was playing this at low volume in the car, driving someplace with my dad, and he thought either something was wrong with the stereo or his hearing aid, but then again he'd say that about almost any music we like here.)
At times Berthet's cans, wires, membranes, fans, and drip devices conjure up the prayerful practice of meditative monks, or the massed rhythms of a Far Eastern percussion ensemble, or the delicate hum of Japanese onkyo experimentalists. Meanwhile his methods recall the resonating wires of composer Arnold Dreyblatt, and the unique "mechano" of another Pierre, Bastien (with both of whom Berthet has worked, it turns out).
So, glad we paid attention this time, 'cause actually this ain't Berthet's first disc for Sub Rosa we now realize, and he has another on Sonoris too, so we'll have to check those out as well, since this one really is one of the loveliest and most intriguing, ever-changing sound installation / drone recordings we've heard in a while.
MPEG Stream: "Part 1"
MPEG Stream: "Part 3"
MPEG Stream: "Part 6"

BERTOIA, HARRY Happy Spirit (Bertoia Studiio) cd 17.98
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Harry Bertoia's sound sculptures developed from years of work as both a commissioned furniture maker for Knoll and as an environmental sculptor who built large scale balancing kinetic pieces, usually out of bronze. But in the 1970s, Bertoia and his son Val began experimenting with resonant properties of metal itself with huge sculptures of vertical metal shafts that were affixed to a base. They discovered that at those lengths -- some upwards of 20' -- the metal was flexible enough to sustain an extended vibration that continued to resonate within the symphony of tiny strikes with the adjoining metal rods. Thus a slight brush against one of the Bertoia sculptures would trigger a massive swell of metallic drones. Bertoia made an incredible number of recordings in the barn that housed the majority of these sculptures, and produced 11 records from his favorite recordings. "Happy Spirit" features two tracks from the first record "Bellissima / Nova." If possible, it is highly recommended to try experience the Bertoia sculputures themselves. Val Bertoia does maintain the barn where his father kept these sculptures in Bally, Pennsylania... and I (Jim) got to play with one at the Cheekwood Museum in Nashville, Tennessee. But the recordings do make for a pretty good subsitute, and this is only the second Bertoia sculpture-music cd to be released (after one on Japan's PSF label some years ago).
Unfortunately, this reissue concludes with a folk-rock song from a member of the extended Bertoia family... it's really really awful. Why is it there? Val Bertoia should know better. Consider it a non-bonus bonus track and ignore, while enjoying the rest of this lovely disc.
RealAudio clip: "Nova"

BETA CLOUD Lunar Monograph (Laughing Bride Media) cd 10.98
Latest disc of blissed out soft focus dronemusic from this longtime aQ fave. After past collaborations with Lull (which is available again and featured elsewhere on this week's list) as well as Aidan Baker, Lunar Monograph is the first disc we've head from BC on his own, and it's definitely a divine bit of ethereal and ephemeral drift.
Field recordings are deftly woven into soft swirling shimmering tones, guitars are spidery and delicate, spinning crystalline webs of hushed melody, the opening track is a gorgeous bleary eared whisper, which segues smoothly into the second track, a sprawling 22 minute stretch of delicate piano, wreathed in swirling clouds of muted glitch and streaks of static and hiss, like listening to a solo piano performance, on a hilltop in the dead of night during a rainstorm.
The record does get intense briefly, on the surprisingly rocking psych dirge blowout of "Marsh Of Epidemics", with its keening chiming guitars, fuzzy blown out buzz and pounding drumbeat, the whole thing propulsive and intense, but also washed out and otherworldly sounding, but the record quickly shifts back into something much more tranquil and contemplative, another 20+ minute slow motion soundscape, this one much less distinct in terms of instrumentation, instead a swirling, looped, processed bit of layered dronemusic, lots of high tones laid upon what sounds like angelic voices way off in the distance, and a softly undulating low end, very choral and cinematic sounding, like a much more mellow Sunroof!, laced with hints of Arvo Part.
The record finally finishes with some gorgeous prismatic pop ambience, whirring and indistinct, a slight industrial undercurrent, but for the most part, pealing tones, and barely there melodies, drifting weightlessly through a field of minimal effects, and slow shifting whirs, as well as some mysterious field recordings, that make the end of the record feel like you've just come out of a trance, and found yourself back in the real world, which is not all that far off the mark. So nice.
MPEG Stream: "Marsh Of Sleep"
MPEG Stream: "Sea Of Rains"

BETWEEN THE BURIED Alaska (Victory) cd 13.98

BEYOND DAWN In Reverie (Eibon) cd 13.98
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Hell yeah! We were just doing a bit of cleaning, and found a little stash of these, an AQ record of the week from WAY back in June of 2000!!! We only found 10 copies, and we're pretty sure this is out of print now, so as soon as these are gone, that's it!
This record is sooooo amazing. So dark, and beautiful, creepy and mysterious. So much so that we just had to make it record of the week! Initially, our interest in Beyond Dawn was due mostly to the bizarre fact that they were a trombone-fronted black metal band!! But, in the space of one record (Revelry, the record preceding this one), their sound shifted completely, to something less metal, more experimental, a morose sort of "avant-pop" with a heavy heavy heavy Swans vibe. As well as a bit of Katatonia too. And thankfully, the trombone remained. The mostly acoustic follow-up "In Reverie" also could quite easily be a late period Swans record or an Angels Of Light disc. But for our money, it's even better than most of the later Swans records. The voice is a deep ringing baritone, a dead ringer for Michael Gira's, but the music is way more bizarre. Somehow managing to be both lush and spare, Beyond Dawn create rickety tales of loss and sorrow with plaintive trombone, simple minor key strumming, bizarre percussion, clouds of subtle glistening electronics and warm emotional swells, all wrapped in a creepy atmospheric intensity. Immediately following this disc, they then went on to explore a more electronica-influenced sound on their next record, the completely different but equally amazing Electric Sulking Machine, reviewed elsewhere on the site. Not sure what happened to these guys, they sort of just disappeared, which is an incredible shame as they are just such an amazing band, a perpetual AQ favorite for sure, and this is such a totally breathtaking disc. For everyone who somehow missed out on this 6 years ago, at least ten of you get a second chance. Don't blow it again! So recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Need"
MPEG Stream: "Rendezvous"
MPEG Stream: "Prey"

BEYOND SENSORY EXPERIENCE Korrelations (Old Europa Cafe) cd 15.98
We finally managed to get a few more of these in, so if you missed out last time don't dawdle!
Not long after we reviewed the recent collaboration between dark ambient drone legends, Nordvargr and Drakh (who started out as partners in the legendary black industrial drone outfit MZ412), we received an email from Drakh, thanking us for the review, and letting us know about his main project Beyond Sensory Experience. What a weird coincidence. Some of us around here were already huge fans of BSE, but had no idea who was behind it. Although sonically it makes perfect sense. Beyond Sensory Experience is an exploration into bleak sonic darkness, vast expanses of suffocating drones and desiccated melodies, haunting disembodied voices and ghostly glimpses into the dark soul. Korrelations is a remix record of sorts. Four original tracks, seven re-interpretations. One from ex-partner Nordvargr, the rest from like minded isolationists Alexxx, Doshaka, P3, Zdan and Alko. While occasionally the new versions introduce Muslimgauze-like tribal percussion, traditional drum kit and electric guitars, the bulk of the record is dark and dreary and rumblingly minimal. Muted pulses underscore streaks of black and grey, distant throbs beat out funereal rhythms beneath huge swaths of thick fuzzy drone, all flecked with bizarre sonic bits of lost dialogue, cracked and creaking flutters, and a completely claustrophobic and creepy ambience.
MPEG Stream: "Korrelations"
MPEG Stream: "The Two-Trace Problem (Alexxx)"
MPEG Stream: "Tortuna (Henriknordvargrbjorkk)"

BEYOND SENSORY EXPERIENCE Pursuit Of Pleasure (Cold Meat Industry) cd 21.00
As we've mentioned before, we have all been huge fans of the black metal ambient outfit MZ412, as well as the work that followed from Nordvargr and Drakh, the two masterminds behind MZ412, Folkstorm, Toroidh, BSE and the recent Nordvargr / Drakh collaboration. Well suddenly, for some reason, it's gotten a whole lot easier to get a hold of all their records so we're finally able to share yet another of our musical obsessions with the AQ faithful. This is release number five from Beyond Sensory Experience, aka Drakh. The first three BSE records (all released in 2003) were ritualistic dark ambient experiments, examining through sound, the affect of and the correlation between numbers, music and life. Pretty heady stuff, but somehow the dense drones and ambient explorations found on those records seemed like they could in fact explain and expose, if one was just willing to let go and let the music carry them away. This newest record is much more active, and alive sounding, perhaps because now the focus is on life and sexuality. Ultimately this is still a drone record, or a dark ambient record if you prefer, but the shading is more distinct, and the sonic pallet much more broad, from the dirgey plucked guitar of "Pursuit Of Pleasure", almost like a minimal, distortion-free Earth, to the soaring strings and cinematic grandiosity of "Affection / Devotion", to the staticky submarine rumble and subtle sepia shadings of "Hold Your Breath And Close Your Eyes". Sure to satisfy drone obsessives and dark ambient freaks, but close listening reveals so much more than those broad descriptors would lead you to expect. Layer after layer to gradually unwrap, sounds that sneak up on you where you swear there weren't sounds before, and so many details that lay hidden, only to surface after repeated exposure...
MPEG Stream: "Pursuit Of Pleasure"
MPEG Stream: "Affection / Devotion"
MPEG Stream: "Hold Your Breath And Close Your Eyes"

BEYOND SENSORY EXPERIENCE The Dull Routine Of Existence (Cold Meat Industry) cd 17.98

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO A M.B. Iehn Tale (Small Voices) cd 15.98
A while back we raved about Maurizio Bianchi's collaboration with Land Use as being a legitimate return to form for the Italian post-industrialist. Bianchi had begun making music in the late '70s first recording under the moniker Sacher-Pelz; but it was the dozen or so MB records from the early '80s that really brought notoriety to Bianchi. On the MB recordings, Bianchi applied extremely grim sonic metaphors to the electronic impressionist templates of Klaus Schulze, Conrad Schnitzler, and Cluster. Even to this day the MB dyptic of Endometrio and Carsinosi stands as some of the most devistating and claustrophobic recordings. Ever. Period.
Jump forward almost 20 years and a major existential shift in thinking (Bianchi's now a Jehovah's Witness), and Bianchi's recordings have undoubtably changed. While the Land Use collaboration did explore many of the same bleak metaphors of his MB recordings, A M.B. Iehn Tale shifts away from the heavier ideas, focusing upon a sound that is quite elegiac in nature. Self-described as "piano decompositions," the eight tracks of A M.B. Iehn Tale dissolve the hammered tones of Bianchi's piano into spiralling post-Terry Riley / post-Eno kaleidoscopes of vibrating sound and cosmic Ur-droning. Bianchi is at his best when he thoroughly buries the piano in a thick soup of electronics and effects, echoing his heroes from the '70s once again. Thoroughly mesmerising work from Mr. Bianchi!
MPEG Stream: "Nucleus"
MPEG Stream: "Hormone"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO Antarctic Mosaic (EEs'T / Alga Marghen) cd-r 17.98
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BIANCHI, MAURIZIO Frammenti (EEs'T / Alga Marghen) cd-r 16.98
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During the late '70s and early '80s, Maurizio Bianchi was responsible for some of the most expressive manifestations of Industrial Culture, recording under the monikers MB and Sacher Pelz. Those albums, in particular "Endometrio" and "Symphany For A Genocide" were overwhelmingly dark orchestrations for mechanical rhythms, ominous synthetic drones, and abject metaphors for grand epistomological conflicts. But in 1984 much to the dismay of his contemporaries, Bianchi suddenly stopped making music and became a Jehovah's Witness. It took 13 years for Bianchi to return to making music. While his return incited the re-issue program of all of those older, impossible to find records, the recent albums haven't been all that good. "Frammenti" - released merely as a cd-r - may be the strongest of his recent work, but it's still not even close to the intensity and execution of those early albums. Here, Bianchi has sharply collaged shortwave static, white noise from a record needle scraping across a label, and snippets from the orchestral finales from a number of classical compositions. Yup, that's it. Even the die-hard Bianchi fans here at Aquarius had to wonder about this one.

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO Industrial Murder / Menstrual Bleeding (R.O.N.F. Records / Phage Tapes) cd 13.98
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Maurizio Bianchi is one of the pioneers of Italian industrial culture, with a single-minded, visionary bleakness that inspired hordes of death-obsessed noise technicians from the '80s onward. He recorded at a frenzied pace from the late '70s until 1984, when he ceremoniously quit making music with numerous stories surrounding his self-imposed retirement. Yet, he slowly began to tinker with electronics in the mid-'90s and gradually returned to a similarly manic pace which once again came to a screeching halt in 2010. Despite this current work stoppage of Bianchi's new recordings, there's still plenty of material which has not been reissued (or may not have been released at all for that matter!). Industrial Murder / Menstrual Bleeding is an album whose recordings date back to 1982, but didn't get released until 1992 when Banned Productions released the album on vinyl. Of course, that quickly went out of print, and that will probably be the fate of this cd edition as well. Not much of Bianchi's best work stays around for long.
1982 found Bianchi cycling through an ongoing variation on a theme, which began with Symphony For A Genocide and came to a conclusion with Das Testament. Self-described as 'decompositions,' Bianchi was pretty much an improviser on drum machine, distortion pedals, turntable, and synths, creating a demonic noise which sprawled above the mutable rhythms which slipped out of militant lock-step grinding into asynchronous pulses, all the while scraped and smothered with scabrous noises, atonal dive-bombing gestures, and sickening vibrations. His weird morphing of sound and rhythm really set him apart from pretty much all of the other industrialists who fashioned their work through the act controlling noise and chaos with plenty of abject and transgressive signifiers floating around. Industrial Murder / Menstrual Bleeding is an adaptation of the same themes you would hear on those aforementioned albums, with all of the noxious rhythmic meanderings, Frankensteinian melodic plodding, and sea-sickening accelerations of synth noise that's commonplace amongst these Bianchi recordings.
Limited to 300 copies.
MPEG Stream: "Industrial Murder"
MPEG Stream: "Menstrual Bleeding"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO NH/HN (n/a) cd-r 9.98
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"NH/HN" is evidently a bootleg of an old cassette-only recording release originally self-released in 1982 (???) by the pioneering Italian Industrialist Maurizio Bianchi (who sometimes referred to himself simply as MB), yet strangely none of this work found its way into the ArcheoMB reissue campaign. Despite there being very little information to be found about this recording, it shares much in common with the last works Bianchi made from 81-83 including his masterpieces of carcinogenic electronics "Endometrio" and "Carcinosi." Dense layers of Bianchi's archetypal fibrillations of grimy electronics and electro-shock dronings crawl ominously through endlesslessly cycling variations, punctuated with frigid divebomb squeals. While the albums reissued on the ArcheoMB series only hinted at such a theory, "NH/HN" appears to be an improvisation with slabs of flickering melodies erupting from Bianchi's abused Korg synth. These improvisational models are far from playful, but do offer extra readings to Bianchi's work outside of the clinical calculation of misanthropic metaphors and deadly, corrosive atmospheres. Well worth it if you've gotten into those aforementioned Bianchi albums.
RealAudio clip: "NH"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO & LAND USE Psychoneurose (Manifold) cd 13.98
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The last time we remember Maurizio Bianchi (who often referred to himself as MB) producing a good record was back in 1984 when the Italian industrialist produced Armaghedon. After he released that cold cold record of neurally fused electronics, Bianchi infamously quit making music and declared himself a Jehovah's Witness. The transition for a man who produced records alongside Whitehouse and Nurse With Wound toward a fringe contingent of Christianity certainly draws one's attention to the work that he made immediately before this conversion, as the bleakness of the sounds take on grand epistomological references. It was assumed that he was never going to make any music ever again; however in the late '90s, Bianchi returned to music, only to produce some of the worst New Age ambient drivel we'd ever heard. These records were so incredibly bad that when labels ballyhooed one of his records as something as good as Carcinosi or Endometrio (universally considered his best and most devastating recordings), we were more than a little skeptical, thinking back to the lame New Age outings.
Thank God, we gave Psychoneurose a listen, as this record is so spectacular that perhaps we will be searching out some of those other records to see if they are as good as they were claimed to be! Is Psychoneurose as good as the aforementioned Carcinosi / Endometrio dyptic? Well to be perfectly honest, no; but Bianchi and whoever the hell Land Use is have really done well in returning to the all-encompassing, utterly blackened, subterraneanly frigid, nightmarishly grim, soul-crushingly bleak, death-shroud ambience that Bianchi had produced back in the day. Expansive, Frankensteinian drones constanly broadcast a black energy, marred with tactile corrosive noises and synthetic twitches which could only be made by the same anaglog technology of Bianchi's classic recordings. So until those aforementioned albums come back in print yet again, Psychoneurose holds its own as a worthy substitute.
MPEG Stream: "Cerebrum"
MPEG Stream: "Neurotropismo"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO & LAND USE TSE-K (Small Voices) lp 16.98
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We raved about the last sonic meeting between these two dronelords, the legendary Maurizio Bianchi aka MB, and soundscaper Land Use, that record, Psychoneurose, was a return to form for Bianchi, after a string of very disappointing recordings, which we couldn't help but attribute to Land Use. Whatever sort of magic the two were able to conjure up on Psychoneurose, it wasn't an isolated event thankfully as TSE-K find the two teamed up again in 2005 with similarly fantastic results.
Best to begin probably by simple quoting the two quotes from the back of the lp describing the music within, or at least the ideas behind said music. First: "Electro-neural mitosis for hypochondriac neurotonic waves and farraginous tone emissions, achieved during the decline of the 2005". Indeed. And then: "The tabular discovery of the infectious scent is unseating the undelayable grinding of an extremistic property. In The rancid combination of 'Bionic Music' and 'Musique Conrete', the virological zoning renders some synthetic and respectable optograms to the marginal intractability. TSE-K oppresses the phototherabeutic egotism with its pre-recorded electronic sources and deranged acoustic samples. It's the sharp and insignificant scream melted together with mutated voices... Physiological disinfestation and some treatment for the hypochondriac listener." Phew, um... Okay. Let's be honest, we have no idea what any of that means, but it is clouded in mystery, and in that way definitely represents the sounds contained on TSE-K, which at its very core is a minimal drone record, a gorgeous one at that. nothing really harsh or heavy, more dark and soothing and dreamy, but within the swirling low end tones and softly whirring rumbles lurk all manner of melody, and of texture, overtones create strange rhythmic pulses, the sounds occasionally coalesce into thick shimmering throbs, before slipping back into the drifting blackness below. In the case of TSE-K, headphones are most definitely like a diving bell, letting the listener sink into the inky blackness, and observe the various sonic elements and subtle melodic activities that are all tangled up in the blackened layers of warm ominous murk.
The flip side offers up more of the same, but the drone element is a bit more subtle, more of a backdrop for slivers of feedback, and grinding bits of textural buzz, more colors, the shades of black bleeding into browns and reds, not quite as abject and cold, streaks of glowing warmth shooting through a wide open expanse of greyed ambience and abstract post industrial minimalist drift.
We only got a dozen of these, and we're not sure we'll be able to get more when we run out. Fair warning...

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO & TELEPHERIQUE The House Of Mourning (Radiotarab) cd 14.98
Found a handful of these hidden way in the back room, most likely the last copies we'll see of this...
Some collaborations find a way to strike a balance between two strong aesthetics, and others resolve themselves with one aesthetic absorbing the other. Maurizio Bianchi has been a force to be reckoned with in recent years, thanks to his return to powerful, cold electronics featured on an avalanche of recent releases; yet, it's a little difficult to discern where he is on The House Of Mourning. Ostensibly, this is his collaboration with the German industrial project Telepherique; and from the sounds of the album, it's Telepherique who clearly are in the driver's seat. The looping MIDI-synth electronics, the life-support system rhythms, and the heavy use of sampled Arabic media lend themselves towards the realms of Cabaret Voltaire and Muslimgauze; and it's hardly the all consuming swarm of Bianchi drone that we've come to expect. That said, Telepherique's industrialist klank and threatening atmospheres are well articulated and quite pleasing in their own right. Limited to 500 copies.
MPEG Stream: "Sad News"
MPEG Stream: "Shock"
MPEG Stream: "Sorrow"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO & TH26 Arkaeo Planum (Small Voices) cd 16.98
It seems that Maurizio Bianchi will collaborate with anybody these days. We can recall the Italian Industrial pioneer working with the likes of Aube, Telepherique, Land Use, Telepherique, Hitoshi Kojo (whose M.B. collaboration Epidemic Symphony was definitely one the forgotten gems of 2006), and now TH26, an Italian project with only a handful of obscure recordings dating back to the mid-'90s. Many of Bianchi's contemporary collaborations have resulted in teeth-gnashing drones reflecting the existentially torn metaphors of Bianchi's work from the early '80s (which for our money is miles above the work of Whitehouse, Merzbow, and Ramleh back in the day). But in working with TH26, Bianchi appears to be expressing an entirely new facet of his musical vocabulary, that of rhythm. Arkaeo Planum begins with a skittering post-Autechre breakbeat augmented with fragments of smoldering noise strewn about its rhythmic underbelly. Bianchi and TH26 slowly dive into subterranean depths on the next track which features a much more lugubrious crawl for rhythm, drenched in a reverb that expands into an eerie network of Schniztler drones, thudding piano, and fizzing pixilations channelled into focused beams of searing noise. If anything, the tracks on Arkaeo Planum might parallel the final works of Coil with their synthetic sourced sidereal, dark overtures...
MPEG Stream: "Aereo Planum"
MPEG Stream: "Arkaeo Planum"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO (M.B.) Men's True Hated (Menstrual Recordings) cd 14.98

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO (M.B.) + M.D.T. Psalmodiam (Menstrual Recordings) cd-r 14.98
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Psalmodiam is yet another in the ceaseless output from Italian industrialist Maurizio Bianchi; and this time, he's collaborating with the mysterious project M.D.T for a limited edition CD-R that expands upon Psalm 63. Bianchi is a devout Jehovah's Witness and has attempted to bring his spiritual beliefs into the bleak realm of his suffocating electronics to limited success. That poor track record of bad ambient records with sugary new age sensibilities is turned around on Psalmodiam, which seeks to expand upon the poetry of Psalm 63. That particular Psalm finds David singing to the glory of God all the while asking that those who seek to harm David be "given over to the sword and become food for jackals." It seems that this latter poetry of divine vindication is where Bianchi and M.D.T. begin. The central structure of this album is a series of very cold passages for cavernous drones, upon which tiny electrical glitches sparkle and crinkle alongside churning, mechanical pulses. At times, these expansive sounds resemble the finer moments of Lustmord or at times have some of the smeared fluidity of Troum's dual guitar attacks. This fine entry from Mr. Bianchi is limited to 199 copies and comes with hand painted covers.
MPEG Stream: "In A Dry And Exhausted Land"
MPEG Stream: "During The Night Watches"

BIANCHI, MAURIZIO / M. B. Das Platinzeitalter (Incuna Bulum) cd 14.98
NOW ON CD!!
The mission has been terminated, once again. Without giving any reasons, Maurizio Bianchi has given up producing music. Of course, this is not the first time that Bianchi had ceased operations, as he famously disappeared from sight around 1984 after a frenzy of releases beginning around 1978. Those albums, in particular Symphony For A Genocide and The Plain Truth, as well as William Bennett's antics on two early MB records released on Come Organisation, secured his status as a heavy weight of Industrial Culture alongside Throbbing Gristle, Nurse With Wound, Ramleh, and Whitehouse; and the demonstrative cessation only served to buttress his mythology. But by the late '90s, Bianchi began recording once again, gradually returning to the frenzied pace he set during his earlier peak of activity. Unfortunately, the new work has not always been up to snuff, as he didn't seem to turn down any collaborative offer and didn't seem too interested in the finer points of editing his content. BUT, there have been some real gems amidst the chaff.
Hence, we announce Das Platinzeitalter. A quintessential Bianchi construction, this album meditates upon the minutiae of crumbling systems, returning to a common theme of Bianchi's classic period -- the cancerous body faced with a slow demise through ancillary pathogens. His sounds are blackened ambiences culled from stacked grey-smear loops and elongated ashen drones, some of which have been purported to originate from Jozef Van Wissem's lute recordings, although you'll be hard pressed to find anything lute-like in these shadowing sounds. Ominous. Grim. Foreboding. Oppressive. Neurotic. These are all apt descriptions to Bianchi's best work; and those all apply here, but with the strange twist that this ambience is somewhat contemplative, as if Bianchi's death-obsessed soundtrack is more of an enveloping invitation instead of a scream of horror.
MPEG Stream: "Aurea Aetas"
MPEG Stream: "Die Erbsunde"