TRUST Bulbform (Sacred Bones) 12" 9.98
We were never able to review the debut single from this Canadian dark-dance-pop-wave combo, cuz for whatever reason we could never get enough copies to list, which is a shame cuz we dug it like crazy. But this extended 12" single takes the dancier elements from that 7" and pushed them right up front, the A side a sizzling, pulsing, buzzy blast of bass heavy almost housey sounding new wave, with some thick bassbuzz that sounds almost dubsteppy, weird vox with a serious eighties vibe transforms this into something more than retro dancefloor worship, and then there's the last few minutes where the song (d)evolves into an ominous John Carpenter / Goblin like bassy, droney super cinematic outro. Killer.
The flipside starts off with a brief bit of eighties electro pop, all synthy and propulsive, and seriously eighties, and again with some truly strange vox, before slipping into a remix of the track on the A side, which adds some heft to the proceedings, making it fuzzier and more distorted and a lot more shoegazey, all washed out and dreamy, but still finishing off with that same killer creepy outro.
Cool gothy disco big hole 12" sleeve too...

TRUST Trst (Arts & Crafts) cd 11.98
We sorta flipped for these new wave electro gloom pop weirdos when we heard their first single, which sadly, we were never able to get enough of to list (although the A side is included here!). We did review the follow up 12", which found the band cranking up the dancier side of their sound, which seems to be the direction they've continued to move in with this, their debut, but, and this is important, this is not just some sort of retro Breakfast Club soundtrack worshipping MTV style eighties electro pop, these guys are fucking WEIRD. Fusing a sort of draggy dancy witch house sound, to classic eighties new wave tropes, adding plenty of cold wave chill not to mention a sort of M83 bombastic electro pop shoegaze vibe. Sound like a mess, and it sort of is, but a glorious, impossibly irresistible mess.
Just check out the opener here, the oddly named "Shoom", and you'll be sold, a creepy industrial intro gives way to some pulsing eighties synths, and then when the vocals come in, total WTF, a mush mouthed super affected creepy old man mumble, the sound stripped down, creepy and haunting, and then when the beat kicks in, the vocals remain weird, just differently weird, a sort of maniacal whine, over some super propulsive krauty gloom, and then after a long instrumental stretch, where all the sounds seem to be melting and slipping out of tune, a super hooky melody swoops in and it sounds like some weird witch housey M83, and then female vocals come in, adding even more of a pop element, until those creepy male vox return and the song finishes up with a cool gothic electro dirge before disappearing into a cloud of electronics. So good! Another one of those cases where we listened to the first song at least ten times before we dug any deeper.
But if that first one does it for you, the rest will hit the spot as well. Even when the sound is more traditionally new wave, those vocals add a twisted vibe to the proceedings, and the production is super tripped out, with fat slabs of bass buzz, big stuttery beats, some almost dubstep sounding bits, not to mention long stretches of brooding minimalism, that in places sound like they were cribbed from an Interpol B side, while others touch on Kraftwerk like robotic krautrock and woozy gloomy house music (?). The track from the aforementioned 12" is included here, as is the A side from that 7" we never got to list!
Definitely a new weirdo goth pop gloom wave favorite for sure!
MPEG Stream: "Shoom"
MPEG Stream: "Dressed For Space"
MPEG Stream: "Bulbform"
MPEG Stream: "Candy Walls"

TRUST Trst (Arts & Crafts) lp 17.98
We sorta flipped for these new wave electro gloom pop weirdos when we heard their first single, which sadly, we were never able to get enough of to list (although the A side is included here!). We did review the follow up 12", which found the band cranking up the dancier side of their sound, which seems to be the direction they've continued to move in with this, their debut, but, and this is important, this is not just some sort of retro Breakfast Club soundtrack worshipping MTV style eighties electro pop, these guys are fucking WEIRD. Fusing a sort of draggy dancy witch house sound, to classic eighties new wave tropes, adding plenty of cold wave chill not to mention a sort of M83 bombastic electro pop shoegaze vibe. Sound like a mess, and it sort of is, but a glorious, impossibly irresistible mess.
Just check out the opener here, the oddly named "Shoom", and you'll be sold, a creepy industrial intro gives way to some pulsing eighties synths, and then when the vocals come in, total WTF, a mush mouthed super affected creepy old man mumble, the sound stripped down, creepy and haunting, and then when the beat kicks in, the vocals remain weird, just differently weird, a sort of maniacal whine, over some super propulsive krauty gloom, and then after a long instrumental stretch, where all the sounds seem to be melting and slipping out of tune, a super hooky melody swoops in and it sounds like some weird witch housey M83, and then female vocals come in, adding even more of a pop element, until those creepy male vox return and the song finishes up with a cool gothic electro dirge before disappearing into a cloud of electronics. So good! Another one of those cases where we listened to the first song at least ten times before we dug any deeper.
But if that first one does it for you, the rest will hit the spot as well. Even when the sound is more traditionally new wave, those vocals add a twisted vibe to the proceedings, and the production is super tripped out, with fat slabs of bass buzz, big stuttery beats, some almost dubstep sounding bits, not to mention long stretches of brooding minimalism, that in places sound like they were cribbed from an Interpol B side, while others touch on Kraftwerk like robotic krautrock and woozy gloomy house music (?). The track from the aforementioned 12" is included here, as is the A side from that 7" we never got to list!
Definitely a new weirdo goth pop gloom wave favorite for sure!
MPEG Stream: "Shoom"
MPEG Stream: "Dressed For Space"
MPEG Stream: "Bulbform"
MPEG Stream: "Candy Walls"

TRUTH & JANEY No Rest For The Wicked (Rockadrome / Vintage) cd 13.98
We had a reissue of this beloved badass '70s psychedelic proto-metal obscurity some years back (list 127) on the now-defunct Monster label. Rockadrome kinda took over from Monster, and now they've gotten around to making this available again as part of their Vintage series. The graphic design has been improved, but otherwise it's the same as the previous edition (including the bonus tracks) with no additions.
Here's what we said about it before: Reissue of a rare 1976 album by this legendary (among collectors anyway) trio of hard-rockin' Midwesterners. Truth & Janey were heavy and energetic and had some great songs but disco apparently killed 'em off. We're left with this album and the the bonus singles tracks that comprise this cd. Guitarist/vocalist doesn't quite have the voice for the two blues covers they attempt, but the rest is mighty good. These longhaired youngsters were into bellbottoms and fully-cranked Marshalls -- so if you are too, check this out! Another authentic '70s stoner rawk classic for today's fans to listen to and learn from!
MPEG Stream: "Down The Road I Go"
MPEG Stream: "It's All Above Us"

TRUTH AND JANEY Erupts! (Rockadrome / Vintage) cd 14.98
The other album from the hard rockin proto-metal trio responsible for the badass No Rest For The Wicked from '76 also recently (re-)reissued. It's a live album, with material from that record and more. Erupts, indeed!

TSAR Band-Girls-Money (TVT) cd 15.98

MPEG Stream: "Band-Girls-Money"
MPEG Stream: "Wanna Get Dead"

TSUYUKO, AKI Hokane (Thrill Jockey) cd + book 15.98
The first chapter of this cool new series of limited edition book/cd sets from Thrill Jockey starts things out in quite a dreamy, downy fashion. Much of the music sounds as though Aki Tsuyuko was composing a soundtrack to a children's fairytale. Hokane is a mostly instrumental album of hushed pastel interludes sprinkled with infant-like cooing vocals. Simple melodies teeter and totter and tiptoe about with a doe-eyed innocence. Imagine a dewy meadow filled with baby bunnies or if you prefer an interior scene, an antique doll slowly coming to life amid a landscape of wooden building blocks and tin toys.
The accompanying hardcover book is filled with comparatively more vibrant saturated colors and striking geometrics. Actually this is like a Japanese counterpart to the recent book'n'cd set by Michael Andrews. Both are musically warm'n'gentle (although Andrews' is more song-oriented) and visually fanciful'n'shapely.
Limited edition of 2000.
MPEG Stream: "Owlet Hymn"
MPEG Stream: "Rainbow Train"

TTC Batards Sensibles (Big Dada) cd 16.98
French hip hop with elements of IDM.

TTOTALS s/t (self-released) 12" 8.98
Psych-rock duo from Nashville. Scuzzy, Bluesy and DIRTY!

TUCKER, ALEXANDER Dorwytch (Thrill Jockey) lp 16.98

TUCKER, ALEXANDER Furrowed Brow (ATP) cd 15.98
Experimental folk music for moonlit nights. Tucker, multi-instrumentalist and member of Ginnungagap, has a voice that fits nicely between Ben Chasny and Brian Eno, however most of Furrowed Brow is instrumental. These long cyclical numbers fall between melodic acoustic guitar progressions with melodicas and spacey keyboards and out-music workouts of clarinet and guitar distortion. Perfect for a moody and mind-altering evening around the campfire.
MPEG Stream: "Spout Of Light"
MPEG Stream: "Saddest Summer"

TUCKER, ALEXANDER Furrowed Brow (ATP) lp 14.98
Experimental folk music for moonlit nights. Tucker, multi-instrumentalist and member of Ginnungagap, has a voice that fits nicely between Ben Chasny and Brian Eno, however most of Furrowed Brow is instrumental. These long cyclical numbers fall between melodic acoustic guitar progressions with melodicas and spacey keyboards and out-music workouts of clarinet and guitar distortion. Perfect for a moody and mind-altering evening around the campfire.
MPEG Stream: "Spout Of Light"
MPEG Stream: "Saddest Summer"

TUCKER, ALEXANDER Old Fog (All Tomorrows Parties) cd 15.98

MPEG Stream: "Hag Stones"
MPEG Stream: "Old Fog"

TUCKER, ALEXANDER & DECOMPOSED ORCHESTRA Grey Onion (Latitudes) cd 14.98

TUCKER, ALEXANDER & DECOMPOSED ORCHESTRA Grey Onion (Latitudes) lp 16.98

TUCKER, CORIN BAND Kill My Blues (Kill Rock Stars) cd 16.98
Last year was an exciting one for Sleater Kinney fans, as three members reemerged in new projects. Corin Tucker on her own, and Carrie Brownstein and Janet Weis together in the super group Wild Flag. While the Wild Flag record was pretty great, as was Tucker's solo debut, neither managed to reach the level of total exuberance that Sleater Kinney created back in the day. But Kill My Blues is a whole 'nother story, as Tucker's sophomore full length is brimming with the sort of passion, guts, sweat, smarts, and energy that made Sleater Kinney so special.
On Kill My Blues, we discover that despite her friend and ex-bandmate Carrie Brownstein's new found fame from her hit show Portlandia and her more visible role in Wild Flag, it is indeed Tucker who holds the keys to the musical magic that made so many of us fall in love with SK in the first place. Sure Brownstein always looked more cool, and stole the spotlight on stage with her awesome moves, but it's the guttural howl of Tucker's voice, the wail of her guitar, and her intense delivery in general that really provides the knockout punch.
Kill My Blues is as focused as any record that SK made. Tucker sounds impassioned and confident, her songs exploding with sparkling velocity, punk energy, and crazy catchy melodies. Highly recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Groundhog Day"
MPEG Stream: "Kill My Blues"
MPEG Stream: "Joey"

TUCKER, CORIN BAND Kill My Blues (Kill Rock Stars) lp 16.98
Last year was an exciting one for Sleater Kinney fans, as three members reemerged in new projects. Corin Tucker on her own, and Carrie Brownstein and Janet Weis together in the super group Wild Flag. While the Wild Flag record was pretty great, as was Tucker's solo debut, neither managed to reach the level of total exuberance that Sleater Kinney created back in the day. But Kill My Blues is a whole 'nother story, as Tucker's sophomore full length is brimming with the sort of passion, guts, sweat, smarts, and energy that made Sleater Kinney so special.
On Kill My Blues, we discover that despite her friend and ex-bandmate Carrie Brownstein's new found fame from her hit show Portlandia and her more visible role in Wild Flag, it is indeed Tucker who holds the keys to the musical magic that made so many of us fall in love with SK in the first place. Sure Brownstein always looked more cool, and stole the spotlight on stage with her awesome moves, but it's the guttural howl of Tucker's voice, the wail of her guitar, and her intense delivery in general that really provides the knockout punch.
Kill My Blues is as focused as any record that SK made. Tucker sounds impassioned and confident, her songs exploding with sparkling velocity, punk energy, and crazy catchy melodies. Highly recommended!
MPEG Stream: "Groundhog Day"
MPEG Stream: "Kill My Blues"
MPEG Stream: "Joey"

TUCKY BUZZARD Time Will Be Your Doctor: Rare Recordings 1971-1972 (Castle / Sanctuary) 2cd 21.00
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This early '70s hard rock band's claim to fame may have been that they were proteges of manager / producer Bill Wyman (whom you might know as the bass player from a band called the Rolling Stones). But that's not the reason we were interested in hearing this double-cd Tucky Buzzard set -- it was 'cause of that name of theirs, Tucky Buzzard. Tucky Buzzard! We just like saying it.
Turns out that with a name like Tucky Buzzard you can't go wrong. That is, if you like a mixture of '70s proto-metal a la Led Zeppelin, '60s pop-psych, symphonic prog, and Southern style barroom boogie! Which of course we do, when it's all done with the panache of a Tucky Buzzard.
Time Will Be Your Doctor's two discs contain Tucky Buzzard's first three (of five) albums in their entirety. There's ten tracks from 1971's eponymous debut, nine cuts from their 2nd album Warm Slash (also 1971), and the five tracks (including the lengthy, proggy suite of the title track, performed with the Madrid Philharmonic Orchestra) from 1972's Coming On Again, the rarest of Tucky Buzzard LPs as it was recorded and released only in Spain, where these Brits had been popular since their days in a '60s psych outfit called The End.
They also drew some notice in the USA, where they toured opening for Uriah Heep and Deep Purple. Doubtless their burly boogie grooves and most metallic Led Zeppish material -- full-tilt riffy rockers with high wailing Plant-like vox -- went over best in front of those crowds (such as many of the tracks from Warm Slash, like "Heartbreaker", "Fill You In", "Mistreatin' Woman" and "Burnin'"). But all three albums also have their share of moody melodiousness and sunny '60s pop-psych stylings too. The song that gives this set its name, "Time Will Be Your Doctor", the lead-off track on their first album, is a wonderful slice of poppy, polished, pastoral vocal-harmony-rich grooviness. Another standout track, from Coming On Again, is "You're All Alone", a trembling beauty that could be from a Colin Blunstone (Zombies) solo album.
They went on through the mid-seventies to record another two albums that we haven't yet heard. But, despite the patronage of Rolling Stone Wyman, Tucky Buzzard never became much of a "buzz" band apparently. Nor did they achieve the cult stoner-status of the equally Zep-influenced, legendary Leaf Hound, for instance. But if you like Leaf Hound, or other early '70s "heavy" acts that also have a lighter side, you should check out this nicely done collection! Tucky Buzzard!
MPEG Stream: "Time Will Be Your Doctor"
MPEG Stream: "Heartbreaker"
MPEG Stream: "You're All Alone"

TUDOR LODGE It All Comes Back (Scenescof) cd 14.98

TUJIKO, NORIKO Blurred In My Mirror (Room 40) cd 15.98
Moving further away from those 'Japanese Bjork' comparisons which have (not unjustly) followed her through her past releases, Ms Tujiko's latest album presents her fresh, new, increasingly vaporous, softly glitchy electronic tracks for our enjoyment. Indeed, Blurred In My Mirror is considerably more spacious and less 'concrete' but no less finely crafted than her past releases. Perhaps it's the influence of collaborator Lawrence English who composed and performed most of the electronic tracks this time around, while she focussed more on lyrics. Her vocals verge on stream-of-consciousness, surfacing here and there sung or spoken in her native tongue. Fluttery, airborne loveliness.
MPEG Stream: "Niagara Hospital"
MPEG Stream: "Tablet For Memory"

TULLY Sea Of Joy (EM Records) cd 21.00
Last list we highlighted two somewhat unusual "surf music" reissues, by Farm and Peter Martin & Finch, both brought to us by our favorite Japanese reissue label, EM Records, as part of their Summer 2007 "EM Under Water Series"! Those were quite cool, and now we've got the remaining three discs in the series, all of 'em (like those first two) soundtracks to several now-legendary surfing movies from back in the sixties/seventies. With the exception of Farm (from the USA) all the bands in EM's series are Australian, and in all cases the movies they were doing soundtracks for were Australian productions and/or featured Australian surfers. And as before, this isn't your typical SoCal Jan & Dean, Beach Boys style surf music... it's *psychedelic* surf music. Well 2 out of 3 of these anyway (the Tim Gaze Band album being more of a yacht rock outing).
Tully were apparently a pretty successful sixties rock act in their native Australia, despite playing total "head" music, not anything you could boogie to. They were popular enough to do a TV show, and even played with the Sydney Orchestra! They came from the same "alternative surf" scene as Tamam Shud, and were just as musically progressive, having the freedom to develop their material while touring as the backing band for an Australian production of "Hair", getting into poncho-garbed spirituality and electronic experiments (being the first band Down Under to possess a Moog). Somewhere along the way they merged membership with acid folk outfit Extradition, before recording their very freeform second album, this one, the 1971 soundtrack to Sea Of Joy, a surf movie directed by Paul Witzig (same guy who shot Evolution, for which Tamam Shud did the soundtrack).
Angelic female vocals, gentle organ grooves, hippie folk blissfulness, mellow instrumental textures -- it's truly glorious, lovely stuff. Quite exploratory too, with a freeform, organic feel. Tully's Sea Of Joy can be sunshiney (quite literally, on songs like "I Feel The Sun" and "Brother Sun") one moment, almost spooky the next (on such sinisterly electronics-laden tracks as "Follow Me" and "Down To The Sea"). And their interest in Eastern Indian mysticism comes through on the raga-like "Syndrone", for instance. EM says this moody, mesmeric album is the one in the series that's been selling best for them, and we're not surprised.
MPEG Stream: "Sea Of Joy (Pt.1)"
MPEG Stream: "Follow Me"
MPEG Stream: "I Feel The Sun"

TULLY Sea Of Joy (Chapter Music) lp 17.98
We first heard Tully when this came out on cd a few years ago as part of our favorite Japanese reissue label's "EM Under Water Series", consisting mostly of soundtracks to several now-legendary surfing movies from back in the sixties/seventies, mostly from Australia. And now Australian label Chapter Music has done a vinyl reissue of this particular entry in EM's series, cool!
Tully were apparently a pretty successful sixties rock act in their native Australia, despite playing total "head" music, not anything you could boogie to. They were popular enough to do a TV show, and even played with the Sydney Orchestra! They came from the same "alternative surf" scene as Tamam Shud, and were just as musically progressive, having the freedom to develop their material while touring as the backing band for an Australian production of "Hair", getting into poncho-garbed spirituality and electronic experiments (being the first band Down Under to possess a Moog). Somewhere along the way they merged membership with acid folk outfit Extradition, before recording their very freeform second album, this one, the 1971 soundtrack to Sea Of Joy, a surf movie directed by Paul Witzig (same guy who shot Evolution, for which Tamam Shud did the soundtrack).
Angelic female vocals, gentle organ grooves, hippie folk blissfulness, mellow instrumental textures -- it's truly glorious, lovely stuff. Quite exploratory too, with a freeform, organic feel. Tully's Sea Of Joy can be sunshiney (quite literally, on songs like "I Feel The Sun" and "Brother Sun") one moment, almost spooky the next (on such sinisterly electronics-laden tracks as "Follow Me" and "Down To The Sea"). And their interest in Eastern Indian mysticism comes through on the raga-like "Syndrome", for instance.
Includes download code for mp3s of the record.
MPEG Stream: "Sea Of Joy (Pt.1)"
MPEG Stream: "Follow Me"
MPEG Stream: "I Feel The Sun"

TULLYCRAFT City of Subarus (Cher Doll) cd 12.98
Girl/boy noisepop from Seattle.

TULLYCRAFT City of Subarus (Cher Doll) lp 12.98
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Girl/boy noisepop from Seattle.

TULSA DRONE Songs From A Mean Season (The Perpetual Motion Machine) cd 10.98
There's definitely a knack to crafting, moody, sweeping post rock epics, sure any one can string together a few minor key chords, add a little rhythmic shuffle and whip it all up into slow building crescendos, but much like drone music, or black metal, or anything really, it's not the being able to do it, it's the being able to do it in some super special way. To make it sound at once warm and familiar, but alien and challenging. That part is tough.
Richmond, Virginia's Tulsa Drone pull it off big time, with a sound that is epic and majestic, a gloomy, metal-tinged post rock Appalachia, mesmerizing, droney, slightly twangy, incredibly spacious, with a definite deserty vibe, due in no small part to the instrumentation. Sure the arrangements are ace, evoking all sorts of wide open vistas and barren landscapes, but the fact that these guys augment their bass / drums / guitars lineup with harmonica, slide guitar, theremin and most importantly (and uniquely) hammered dulcimer is what really seals the deal. We can't really even think of another rock band with a dulcimer player, but after spending some time with this disc, there sure as hell should be more. Lots more. The sound of that instrument is so organic, and meshes so well with the more traditional rock instruments, but is also weirdly buzzy and percussive, and has much to do with TD's unique sound.
Each song here is spacious, expansive, brooding, dreamy and lovely, with looping moody melodies, motorik rhythms, haunting harmonicas, wheezing out dusty distant textures, the drums simple but expressive, the guitar unfurling languid smokey melodies, lots of twang and shimmer, bit of Morricone for sure, the slower sultrier tracks sounding a bit like some Dirty Three post rock threnody, darkly dramatic, but with harmonica instead of violin. A few songs even feature vocals, but instead of mucking up a perfect instrumental record, they add another unique and gorgeously haunting element, the vocals, delivered in a deep Nick Cave like croon, wrapped in billowy reverb, only add to the mystery and moodiness of Tulsa Drone's windswept desert crawl. So good.
MPEG Stream: "Monongahela"
MPEG Stream: "Risk Guitar"
MPEG Stream: "We'll Take Oregon Hill"

TUMA, SCOTT Dandelion (Digitalis) cd 15.98
Now available on cd, this incredible out of print lp from guitarist/dronescaper and former Souled American member Scott Tuma, with nearly twenty minutes of bonus material! More on that in a second, first, Dandelion...
By now, most AQ customers are probably well familiar with Mr. Scott Tuma, who we of course first discovered playing guitar for legendary stoner slow-mo-country geniuses Souled American, in some ways, his underwater woozy guitar haze helped define that group's sound, and after striking out on his own, that sound became more and more distinctive, and we of course became more and more obsessed with Tuma's incredible abstract Appalachian soundscapes, equal part ambient drone music and haunting minimal guitar music.
Dandelion might just be Tuma's darkest and most abstract outing to date, after several brief tracks of music box ambience, delicate chimes, hazy melodies, wheezing smoldering rumbles, disembodied shimmer and rickety barely there rhythms, the record unfolds into it's first longform piece, an absolutely gorgeous driftscape, clouds of hiss and blur swirl softly and in slow motion, before a skeletal banjo, picks out a mournful melody, one note at a time, letting each note drift into the ether, before sending the next to follow. Around this haunting bit of abstract drift all manner of field recordings, sirens in the distance, chirping birds, whipping winds, tinkling chimes, rustling branches, a riveting stretch of folkdrone ambience for sure.
A brief bit of tangled glistening guitar melody leads into the second epic, this one ominous and foreboding, slivers of guitar buzz and shards of feedback draped over a softly swirling morass of muted buzz and smeared psychedelic swirls, clouds of cymbal shimmer hover in the background, as do tinkling chimes and flurries of abstract percussion, before fading out into a hushed bit of skeletal Appalachia.
The second half of the record dissolves into dense swells of low end, a blackened dronescape that almost sounds Wolf Eyes worthy, abject and bleak, grim rumbles beneath ashen layers of whir and hiss, those sounds seem to gradually coalesce into melodies, and what sounds like strings, the mood shifting dramatically, more cinematic, and epic, still haunting and dour, but infused with a warm glow, laced with still more random free drum skitter and glimmering cymbal shimmer, the gradually evolving sound stately, and elegiac, darkly and mysteriously lovely.
Finally, Dandelion finishes off with a stretch of sound more like the older Tuma recordings, less dark, with that woozy Souled American vibe, delicate crystalline guitars set over reverbed landscapes of amorphous sway and drift, the two tracks forming the perfect sun dappled cloud covered coda to a fantastic, and fantastically enigmatic songsuite, from one of our favorite sonic alchemists...
This cd version tacks on an additional mini songsuite, the three part "Smallpipes", which continues that old school Tuma / Souled American vibe, all hazy, reverb drenched detuned country drift, the first two shorter tracks nearly ambient, gorgeous gauzy twangscapes, while the lengthy final part is all melancholy tarpit bluegrass, a country hoedown trapped in amber, stop motion flicker driven sonic drawl, woozy and warbly, and like the record proper, utterly gorgeous.
MPEG Stream: "San Luis Freeze"
MPEG Stream: "Red Roses For Me"
MPEG Stream: "Again And Again"
MPEG Stream: "Smallpipes 2"

TUMA, SCOTT Dandelion (Digitalis) lp 19.98
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By now, most AQ customers are probably well familiar with Mr. Scott Tuma, who we of course first discovered playing guitar for legendary stoner slow-mo-country geniuses Souled American, in some ways, his underwater woozy guitar haze helped define that group's sound, and after striking out on his own, that sound became more and more distinctive, and we of course became more and more obsessed with Tuma's incredible abstract Appalachian soundscapes, equal part ambient drone music and haunting minimal guitar music.
Dandelion might just be Tuma's darkest and most abstract outing to date, after several brief tracks of music box ambience, delicate chimes, hazy melodies, wheezing smoldering rumbles, disembodied shimmer and rickety barely there rhythms, the record unfolds into it's first longform piece, an absolutely gorgeous driftscape, clouds of hiss and blur swirl softly and in slow motion, before a skeletal banjo, picks out a mournful melody, one note at a time, letting each note drift into the ether, before sending the next to follow. Around this haunting bit of abstract drift all manner of field recordings, sirens in the distance, chirping birds, whipping winds, tinkling chimes, rustling branches, a riveting stretch of folkdrone ambience for sure.
A brief bit of tangled glistening guitar melody leads into the second epic, this one ominous and foreboding, slivers of guitar buzz and shards of feedback draped over a softly swirling morass of muted buzz and smeared psychedelic swirls, clouds of cymbal shimmer hover in the background, as do tinkling chimes and flurries of abstract percussion, before fading out into a hushed bit of skeletal Appalachia.
The flipside is three loooooong tracks, the first taking up almost half of the side, beginning with dense swells of low end, a blackened dronescape that almost sounds Wolf Eyes worthy, abject and bleak, grim rumbles beneath ashen layers of whir and hiss, those sounds seem to gradually coalesce into melodies, and what sounds like strings, the mood shifting dramatically, more cinematic, and epic, still haunting and dour, but infused with a warm glow, laced with still more random free drum skitter and glimmering cymbal shimmer, the gradually evolving sound stately, and elegiac, darkly and mysteriously lovely.
The record finishes off with two more tracks, more like the older Tuma recordings, less dark, with that woozy Souled American vibe, delicate crystalline guitars set over reverbed landscapes of amorphous sway and drift, the two tracks forming the perfect sun dappled cloud covered coda to a fantastic, and fantastically enigmatic songsuite, from one of our favorite sonic alchemists...

TUMA, SCOTT Hard Again (Truckstop) cd 14.98
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Finally managed to get some of these back in stock. A former aQ Record Of The Week, still seemingly out of print, but got a bunch direct from the man himself! Still, not sure how many he has to spare though, so get 'em while you can...
You know how you can go on at length about this and that, but when you prepare to talk about that one thing you totally love, you find yourself completely tongue tied. I, Andee, kind of feel like that about this record. The minute we put this on, I knew this was it. One of my favorite records of the year, easy. Maybe one of my favorite records period.
Scott Tuma is probably not a household name to most of you, except those of you, who like me, were obsessed with Souled American, since that's where he spent most of the eighties, helping create those molasses slow, rickety bluegrass song-skeletons that we here at AQ love so much. And his time spent in Souled American shows here, on his first 'solo' record. But unlike the stoned and unsteady lurch of SA, 'Hard Again' is all crystalline shimmer, with Tuma's guitar, guiding us unsteadily through soundscapes of tape hiss and skittering snares, moaning chords and weeping melodies.
Take a little John Fahey, Jim O'Rourke's Bad Timing, Souled American, maybe some spacey Brian Eno, play it back on a ancient tape machine, and listen to these understated and completely gorgeous guitarscapes, warbling notes, shimmering harmonics and tape hiss and ambient noise all over. Some of the tracks take the Souled American sound and stretch it to its breaking point. Notes versus space, and the space always wins. But the space is never complete, each note rings out, reverberating into the next, creating a delicate latticework of notes and overtones. On one of the tracks a drummer chimes in, but takes a completely new direction with his kit, sounding as if pebbles and sand were being scattered on the snare, with rattles and sizzles scattered between the notes of the lush guitar. Probably the closest 'Hard Again' gets to an actual song is song 5. Wintery and glistening, with carnival melodies played unsteadily and gently, evoking late afternoon strolls through abandoned carnival midways, light blanket of snow on the ground, while the entire scene is hazy seen through the veil of snowflakes filling the sky. This record is just one long lush walk through a cloudy landscape of foggy daydreams and wistful memories. Similar to the way Philip Jeck takes turntables and crafts old fashioned film strip flashbacks of days gone by, Tuma, takes the guitar, and paints vivid images, faded by the passing of time, the snow on the ground, the water in the basement and the rays of the sun, and evidence by clicks and whirrs and hum, which only add another layer to this already rich document.
So so beautiful.
MPEG Stream: "Beautiful Dreamer"
MPEG Stream: "Your N Baby"
MPEG Stream: "Drums Midway"

TUMA, SCOTT The River 1 2 3 4 (Truckstop) cd 14.98
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One of two long out of print records from Scott Tuma back in stock! Technically still out of print, we're getting them direct from Tuma himself, so they might run out quick, so if you somehow missed out on this the first time around, don't blow it again...
This is record number two from AQ fave Scott Tuma and it's just as beautiful as last year's Hard Again album that we couldn't stop raving about. For those who don't know, Tuma spent the majority of his career as the guitar player for stoned country deconstructionists Souled American. And Tuma has continued to deconstruct that sound even further. Taking the glacial slow motion country of Souled American as a jumping off point, Tuma manages to remove most of the distinctly 'song' elements and focus more on sound, and the impression of that sound. Slow and dreamy, full of space and even more purposeless in terms of song structure than ever, but consequently more effective at creating moods, evocative and stunning, epic and totally timeless. The instrumentation is simple, acoustic guitars, banjos, harmonica, organ, with plenty of ambient clatter, instrument buzz, foot steps, chairs creaking, breathing and shuffling all add to the spare beauty. Wheezing chords underpin purposeful notes gently plucked and left to hang momentarily in the warm air, before drifting gently out of earshot. Melodies slowly reveal themselves from a smattering of notes introduced slowly and sporadically somehow knowing that they will all eventually fall snugly into place. Lush, slowly shifting drones with barely-there melodies suspended within like insects in amber. Warm blankets of sound, woven simply, but perfect in their simplicity. Completely mesmerizing and so soothing. Like Phill Niblock composing for Palace, or Godspeed backing up John Fahey, or Philip Jeck and a handful of country 78's. Simply amazing.
MPEG Stream: "The River 1"
MPEG Stream: "The River 2"

TUMULT Button Set (tUMULt) 2 x buttons 1.00
Finally, now you can not only proclaim your love for Andee's record label and all the killer bands who have released records on tUMULt: Weakling, Leviathan, Iran, Hammers Of Misfortune, Harvey Milk, Bathtub Shitter, Souled American, but also your disdain for all other bands! Or maybe just ALL bands...
This two button set features one button with the ubiquitous tUMULt upside down cross logo, a logo so heavy it seems to have slid down the button, to settle near the bottom, the other featuring the ever popular "I hate your band" legend printed all by its lonesome. Perfect as a non verbal response to the age old query "So, what did you think of my band" or even "How did you like the cd I gave you". Just point, and problem solved! So c'mon, represent!!
Both buttons are extra big too, not tiny band button sized, but also not huge weird soccer mom button size either, just a little bit bigger than your typical 1" button (they're 1.5" just so you know), so they're small enough to decorate your favorite denim vest or trucker hat or tube top, but big enough to make the rest of your buttons cower in terror!

TUNE-YARDS Who Kill (4AD) cd 14.98

TUNE-YARDS Who Kill (4AD) lp 14.98

TUNNELS The Blackout (Thrill Jockey) lp 16.98
Thrill Jockey seem to be snapping up lots of underground faves, Barn Owl, Eternal Tapestry, Wooden Shjips, Sun Araw, and now Tunnels. We have to say we were a bit surprised, as Tunnels seemed WAY underground, but it makes sense as Tunnels, aka Nicholas Bindeman, is also a member of Eternal Tapestry (as well as a sometime member of Jackie-O Motherfucker). And we were also surprised when we threw this on, cuz the sound here is nothing like the Tunnels of old. All of the various cd-r's we'd reviewed in the past from Bindeman had been super minimal dronemusic, or occasionally tripped out dritfy psychedelia, but The Blackout threw us for a loop. Not sure if there's an element of bandwagoning going on, but the NEW Tunnels sound is strangely similar to the NOW sound, a sort of retro gloomy gothy electro wave, or cold wave, or synth wave, or whatever you want to call it. Apparently Tunnels' new sound began a while back, as a sort of primitive lo-fi Suicide live experiment, but eventually evolved into this, a sound we dig for sure, and one that seems like it would have been right at home on Sacred Bones or Captured Tracks. And to be fair, for all of its similarities to other modern retrowave outfits, Tunnels influences seem to go back further, the sound more machine like, more classic industrial. The label mentions Throbbing Gristle, and we definitely hear some of that, we also hear a little Gary Numan on opener "Crystal Arms", and a little Devo on "Volt 1979", but all via some lost eighties new wave. And really once our initial shock faded (we were expecting some dreamy psychedelic dronemusic after all), this record really began to grow on us, twisted and Teutonic, gloomy and gothy, and pretty dang catchy and poppy. And poppy is the key for us. For all the industrial crunch and old school electronic bleep and bloop, the icy sung/spoken vox, it's the low slung basslines and the crazy catchy hooks that go with them that transform this from some vanity experiment into a seriously killer chunk of retro industrial electro pop!
MPEG Stream: "Crystal Arms"
MPEG Stream: "Volt 1979"
MPEG Stream: "Deux"

TUNNG Good Arrows (Thrill Jockey) cd 14.98

TUNNG Good Arrows (Thrill Jockey) lp 13.98

TUNNG Mothers Daughter And Other Songs (Ace Fu) cd 14.98
Released last year on Static Caravan in the UK, and only now re-issued stateside on cd by Ace Fu, we've been wanting to review this for a while, but only recently were we able to finally get enough to list.
Imagine if the Beta Band, instead of following in Beck's funky folk footsteps, were born of the current underground cd-r culture, their electronica tinged folk more a product of New Weird America and musical compatriots like Devendra Banhart than MTV ot the NME. Thus, Tunng. Rich and lush strummed acoustic guitars, gorgeous harmony vocals, droney and drifting, a crackling campfire intimacy, glitchy skittery beats, strange found sounds, hiccuping loops, skipping cds, an unlikely combination, but the result is totally amazing. Like a Boards Of Canada produced Vetiver record, or the Feathers Family recording for Warp, this is classic sounding seventies British folk, filtered through a damaged off kilter electronica kaleidoscope. Banjos collide with shuffling muted drum machines, soft tonal chimes drift over sweetly fingerpicked guitars, soft hushed vocals emote over a smattering of glitches and squelches, a gorgeous guitar figure will begin to skip, faster and faster, smearing into an ambient soundscape that underpins a whispery sadboy croon and delicate shimmering chimes. So totally lovely. This has been one of our most listened to records lately, check out the sound samples and you'll immediately understand why.
MPEG Stream: "Mother's Daughter"
MPEG Stream: "People Folk"
MPEG Stream: "Out The Window With The Window"

TUNNG Mothers Daughter And Other Songs (Static Caravan) lp 16.98
THIS IS CURRENTLY OUT OF PRINT OR OTHERWISE UNAVAILABLE TO US AT THE MOMENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT ORDER IT. SORRY.
Released last year on Static Caravan in the UK, and only now re-issued stateside on cd by Ace Fu, we've been wanting to review this for a while, but only recently were we able to finally get enough to list.
Imagine if the Beta Band, instead of following in Beck's funky folk footsteps, were born of the current underground cd-r culture, their electronica tinged folk more a product of New Weird America and musical compatriots like Devendra Banhart than MTV ot the NME. Thus, Tunng. Rich and lush strummed acoustic guitars, gorgeous harmony vocals, droney and drifting, a crackling campfire intimacy, glitchy skittery beats, strange found sounds, hiccuping loops, skipping cds, an unlikely combination, but the result is totally amazing. Like a Boards Of Canada produced Vetiver record, or the Feathers Family recording for Warp, this is classic sounding seventies British folk, filtered through a damaged off kilter electronica kaleidoscope. Banjos collide with shuffling muted drum machines, soft tonal chimes drift over sweetly fingerpicked guitars, soft hushed vocals emote over a smattering of glitches and squelches, a gorgeous guitar figure will begin to skip, faster and faster, smearing into an ambient soundscape that underpins a whispery sadboy croon and delicate shimmering chimes. So totally lovely. This has been one of our most listened to records lately, check out the sound samples and you'll immediately understand why.
MPEG Stream: "Mother's Daughter"
MPEG Stream: "People Folk"
MPEG Stream: "Out The Window With The Window"

TUOMI, JANNE Approaching (Ektro) cd 14.98
Another new release brought to us by Finland's Ektro, the label run by our pal Jussi of Circle. Ektro's releases are always graphically quite nice and musically quite adventurous and unpredictable, although Jussi's interest in prog and psych usually is evident. In this case, we have a percussion extravaganza from one Janne Tuomi (currently, a member of Circle and various underground Finnish improv ensembles). It's mostly percussion, anyway -- the list of instruments in the cd booklet reads thusly: "drumset, cymbals, percussion, tam-tams, opera gongs, changgo, pandiero, raagini-pro, pocket trumpet, voice". With these implements, and "no overdubs, no editing", Tuomi has created five instrumental pieces (not conventional songs, we mean), bridging free jazz and Finnish free-folk. Carefully constructed, rising and falling, with hazy drone and dramatic clatter, soothing bells and rattling sticks...not a noisy racket at all, but a personal sound-world quite listenable for something that falls into the 'solo percussion' category.
MPEG Stream: "Keskus"
MPEG Stream: "Contemplation"

TURBONEGRO Apocalypse Dudes (Burning Heart / Epitaph) cd 13.98
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This is the second half of legendary Norwegian pop-metal-sleaze merchants Turbonegro's denim and leather, head banging, fist pounding (pun indeed intended) one two reissue punch, the first half being their brilliant breakthrough full-length Ass Cobra. Apocalypse Dudes, recorded in '97 was the maybe-even-better follow-up. Like a Tom Of Finland drawing come to life, Turbonegro channel the spirit of Kiss and Judas Priest, mix in some Alice Cooper and stadium COCK rock, and top it all off with some big moustaches, assless chaps, tight denim pants, sailor outfits and wickedly funny songs: 'Rock Against Ass', 'Don't Say Motherfucker, Motherfucker!', 'Rendezvous With Anus'. Fucking funny and brilliant and totally rocking! Genius! Includes some bonus video clips for your computer to boot.
MPEG Stream: "The Age Of Pamparius"
MPEG Stream: "Don't Say Motherfucker, Motherfucker"
MPEG Stream: "Rendeavous With Anus"

TURBONEGRO Apocalypse Dudes (Scandinavian Leather) cd 13.98
HELL YEAH #1! What a way to warm up our sporadically chilly autumn days and nights! Our weather might be changeable, but these reissues of five Turbonegro albums sure aren't. Predictability is not necessarily a bad thing when we're talking 'bout this band's rawk action. These Norwegians' music is something your can count on to be the soundtrack to leather clad bad girls and boys everywhere. Pure and simple, there's not a stinker in the bunch.
That said, some are a little better than others, take for instance this one. 1998's Apocalypse Dudes is definitely one of our faves (along with 1996's Ass Cobra). Not only does it have a couple of the most hilarious butt related song titles ("Rendezvous With Anus" and "Rock Against Ass"), but it's a veritable party inferno of Scandinavian awesomeness. It's that kind of dangerous party where stuff gets totally trashed and you wake up the next morning missing a tooth, and wearing a shiner, someone else's socks and a gnarly tattoo. We can't get enough of these legendary pop-metal-sleaze merchants' denim and leather, head banging and fist pounding (pun indeed intended).
Burning Heart and Epitaph reissued this album back in 2003, and here's what we said back then: Like a Tom Of Finland drawing come to life, Turbonegro channel the spirit of Kiss and Judas Priest, mix in some Alice Cooper and stadium COCK rock, and top it all off with some big moustaches, assless chaps, tight denim pants, sailor outfits and wickedly funny songs: 'Rock Against Ass', 'Don't Say Motherfucker, Motherfucker!', 'Rendezvous With Anus'. Fucking funny and brilliant and totally rocking! Genius!
This reissue includes two bonus tracks: a single version of "Prince Of The Rodeo" and a cover of "Suffragette City"!
Psst, the other reissues we have are Ass Cobra, Darkness Forever: Between The Lines In Hamburg And Oslo, Hot Cars & Spent Contraceptives, and Never Is Forever.
MPEG Stream: "Rock Against Ass"
MPEG Stream: "Don't Say Motherfucker, Motherfucker"

TURBONEGRO Ass Cobra (Burning Heart / Epitaph) cd 13.98
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Desperately needed re-issue of one of the more amazing discs from Norway's kings of gay-sailor-leather-pants-moustache-rides-metallic-punk-rock-sleaze, 1996's "Ass Cobra". How can this band not be your favorite band?!?! They are everything Kiss should have been, and pretended to be (or not to be in terms of sexuality). Big and noisy and glammy and catchy and so fucking funny. C'mon...Ass Cobra? Best album title ever maybe? And how about these song titles: The Midnight Nambla, Denim Demon, I Got Erection, Hobbit Motherfuckers! But don't think for a minute they're some kind of joke band, although the jokes do flow freely. Turbonegro totally have the chops and they completely shred. Heavy metal meets poppy punk, all wrapped up in tight denim and sweaty, studded leather, and ready to rough you up and spank you silly.
Speaking of Ass Cobra, one of Cup's fondest (!?) live show spectacles was seeing Turbonegro at the old Chameleon bar here on Valencia Street back in '97. They pummelled the eyes and eardrums of all in attendance with their unique stage presence. The bizarre pinnacle of the eve came when we heard the crowd gasp (yes, it was audible above the din of the band). We looked up at the stage just in time to see the lead singer turn around, bare ass to the audience, with a bundle (not just one or two) of lit roman candles... er... in there. Jaw-dropping and absolutely unforgettable.
MPEG Stream: "The Midnight NAMBLA"
MPEG Stream: "Denim Demon"
MPEG Stream: "I Got Erection"

TURBONEGRO Ass Cobra (Scandinavian Leather) cd 13.98
HELL YEAH #2! What a way to warm up our sporadically chilly autumn days and nights! Our weather might be changeable, but these reissues of five Turbonegro albums sure aren't. Predictability is not necessarily a bad thing when we're talking 'bout this band's rawk action. These Norwegians' music is something your can count on to be the soundtrack to leather clad bad girls and boys everywhere. Pure and simple, there's not a stinker in the bunch.
That said, some are a little better than others, take for instance this one. 1996's Ass Cobra is definitely one of our faves (along with 1998's Apocalypse Dudes). We'll never shy away from balls out, nut bustin' Scandinavian fun nor will we turn down an opportunity to say "Ass Cobra"! With its wall of careening guitars and raging man vocals, Ass Cobra's wild rock is sure to knock a few sphincters loose! If your day's gone a bit crummy, Turbonegro will help cleanse the crap!
Burning Heart and Epitaph reissued this album back in 2003, and here's what we said back then:
Norway's kings of gay-sailor-leather-pants-moustache-rides-metallic-punk-rock-sleaze... How can this band not be your favorite band?!?! They are everything Kiss should have been, and pretended to be (or not to be in terms of sexuality). Big and noisy and glammy and catchy and so fucking funny. How about these song titles: "The Midnight Nambla", "Denim Demon", "I Got Erection", "Hobbit Motherfuckers"! But don't think for a minute they're some kind of joke band, although the jokes do flow freely. Turbonegro totally have the chops and they completely shred. Heavy metal meets poppy punk, all wrapped up in tight denim and sweaty, studded leather, and ready to rough you up and spank you silly.
Speaking of Ass Cobra, one of Cup's fondest (!?) live show spectacles was seeing Turbonegro at the old Chameleon bar here on Valencia Street back in '97. They pummelled the eyes and eardrums of all in attendance with their unique stage presence. The bizarre pinnacle of the eve came when we heard the crowd gasp (yes, it was audible above the din of the band). We looked up at the stage just in time to see the lead singer turn around, bare ass to the audience, with a bundle (not just one or two) of lit roman candles... er... in there. Jaw-dropping and absolutely unforgettable.
Psst, the other reissues we have are Apocalypse Dudes, Darkness Forever: Between The Lines In Hamburg And Oslo, Hot Cars & Spent Contraceptives, and Never Is Forever.
MPEG Stream: "Deathtime"
MPEG Stream: "Hobbit Motherfuckers"

TURBONEGRO Darkness Forever: Between The Lines In Hamburg And Oslo (Scandinavian Leather) cd 13.98
Norway, home to so much damn fine music that we love love love... from the blissful pop lads in Kings Of Convenience to the bleak experimental dronings of Deathprod to the blackest metal of Enslaved, Immortal and Satyricon to the self-proclaimed deathpunk of Turbonegro.
Darkness Forever is one of the five new reissues from that mighty band. It's their live album from 1999. The other reissues we have are Apocalypse Dudes, Ass Cobra, Hot Cars & Spent Contraceptives, Never Forever. While 1998's Apocalypse Dudes and 1996's Ass Cobra are definitely our faves, this one sure captures the band's trademark live lewd looseness.
Here's what we said the first time around: In the eternal quest of the best stoner/cock rock lyric, Turbonegro's Neanderthal lyricism may actually match that of Monster Magnet: "I gotta headache in my pants" vs. "it takes a fistful of medication just to keep it in my pants"... I don't know, you be the judge. Yet beyond their wordsmithery, Turbonegro's cock rock is cock rock made by men who love cock. The Scandinavian Village People of Hard Rock drive through heavy heavy heavy Sabbath riffs and stoner grooves that Man's Ruin would kill for.

MPEG Stream: "The Midnight Nambla"
MPEG Stream: "Are You Ready (For Some Darkness)"

TURBONEGRO Hot Cars & Spent Contraceptives (Blitzcore) cd 13.98
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1992 album from the TRBNGR.

TURBONEGRO Hot Cars & Spent Contraceptives (Scandinavian Leather) cd 13.98
Along with our two favorites, we've got a couple more Turbonegro reissues for you to get down with!
This one's their 1992 debut album. It shows these Norwegian death punk hellions in their infancy. So much looser and more grunge-y than what they would eventually become. 'Though it is their first album, it isn't where we'd recommend you start your Turbonegro schooling if you've never heard them before. Hop on their jet-fueled rawk(et) launch pad with Apocalypse Dudes or Ass Cobra first! This reissue includes four bonus tracks.
Psst, the other reissues we have are Ass Cobra, Apocalypse Dudes, Darkness Forever: Between The Lines In Hamburg And Oslo, and Never Is Forever.
MPEG Stream: "Librium Love"
MPEG Stream: "Vaya Con Satan"

TURBONEGRO Never Is Forever (Blitzcore) cd 13.98
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1994 rock violence from this unique Norwegian band.

TURBONEGRO Never Is Forever (Scandinavian Leather) cd 13.98
More turbo! More negro! The reissues of this wild band's albums keep on coming! This is 1994's Never Is Forever. On the opening track they try to trick us with the sensitive guy ploy (heh heh, like any self-respecting badboys), but then they punch the rock button, and awaaay we go... Aaaiiieeeee! isn't it funny when a song by one band will stir fond familiar fuzzies in your heart for another band, but that's what happened with the third song on this Turbonegro album... it made us yearn for Rocket From The Crypt! Y'all know that our penchant for all things Norwegian and blistering yet catchy rock bands is pretty darn strong, and if you whip 'em all together with a twisted sense of humor like that, well, that pretty much seals the deal. If you're a Turbonegro neophyte, we'd recommmend checking out Apocalypse Dudes and Ass Cobra albums first. Then once you've been indoctrinated, head over this-a-way!
This reissue includes three bonus tracks (one alternate mix and two studio outtakes).
Psst, the other reissues we have are Ass Cobra, Apocalypse Dudes, Darkness Forever: Between The Lines In Hamburg And Oslo, and Hot Cars & Spent Contraceptives.
MPEG Stream: "Ubermensch"
MPEG Stream: "Hush, Earthling"

TURBONEGRO Party Animals (Burning Heart) cd / DVD 14.98
If you've been itchin' for a little Scandanavian action, this might be your time to splurge. Happy to see that their wardrobe's still the same, their fucked-up Village People macho-femme blend of fashion 'touchstones' including a corpse painted metal dude, leather daddy, sailor... and tons of lipgloss, but over the past few albums their sound has simmered down from an unpredictable raging cock-rock tirade terrorizing the neighborhood into a decidedly classic (still cock-) rock party. Now, we've got nothing against the good times -- if we had our choice of who we'd want spearheading the festivities it'd be these guys for sure! -- but we sure do miss the badass Turbonegro of old. Apart from the swear words (and copious amount of lip gloss), there's really not much else that's gonna offend your parents. Damn! Nevertheless, the dozen tracks (including "Intro: The Party Zone") more than prove that this band are fully entitled to their all-access pass to the album's title. Oh yeah, and if there was any lingering doubt about these guys' deep appreciation for pop music, consider it toast. They flew Redd Kross' Steve McDonald overseas to co-produce, no less! This domestic release comes with a bonus DVD, which seems to be a Hank Von Helvete, workout video, we kid you not. It doesn't even really seem like a joke, which is maybe what makes it so funny.
MPEG Stream: "If You See Kaye"
MPEG Stream: "Final Warning"

TURBONEGRO Retox (Cooking Vinyl) cd 14.98

TURBONEGRO Scandinavian Leather (Burning Heart / Epitaph) cd 14.98
These Norwegian bad boys are back, after a several year hiatus, with a new album (and a tour with Queens Of The Stone Age!). We love Turbonegro -- doesn't everyone? -- but we have heard some negative comments about this new album. And we have to agree to some degree, that "Scandinavian Leather" is just not nearly as dark as we've come to expect from these denim demons. Some of it could pass for MTV pop-punk until you pay attention to the deviant/innuendo-filled lyrics -- actually, maybe this *will* get on MTV, in which case it's wonderfully subversive. Now, Turbonegro's never been a metal band, but their Alice Cooper influence has led them down some darker alleys in the past than what you get here. But, dammit, it IS damn catchy and (of course) campy and also boasts excellent cover art from ex-Plastic Ono Band drummer Klaus Voormann... And what they really sound like is KISS. So, no complaints. And more power to 'em that they apparently got a Levi's sponsorship -- that denim cape the singer's wearing is sweet!
MPEG Stream: "Sell Your Body (To The Night)"