SOUNDS OF THE EARTH: DEEP INTO THE EARTH (Oreade Music) cd 12.98
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From the same folks that brought us the frogs recording reviewed in list #83, comes another in their "Sounds Of The Earth" series. "Explore the passages of the vast caverns deep down into the earth. Experience the mysterious atmosphere with echoey waterdrips and clear trickles, combined with a strange wind-tunneling effect" --culled from the liner notes to this disc of subterranean recordings. No additional production, no musical interludes, just cave recordings. A very nice field recording piece. Drip drip drip...

SOUNDS OF THE EARTH: FROGS (Oreade Music) cd 12.98
"The ceaseless croak of frogs creates an immensely penetrative and authentic environment... Offers pure natural sounds, no voices are added. No music is added." (From the back of disc.) The perfect companion to the 'Sounds of North American Frogs' if you didn't care for the vocal interruptions or if you want to test your knowledge by identifying the frogs on this recording...
We find this to be best when played LOUD!

SOUNDS OF THE EARTH: SEA & DOLPHINS (Oreade Music) cd 12.98
From the same company that brought us Frogs, Woodfire, Deep Into The Earth and Whales comes another appropriate nature recording: dolphins. Everybody loves dolphins, they're the clowns of the sea. And yet something's not quite right here. Oreade music is a little disingenuous about the recording's execution. Like their other releases in the series, Oreade claims this recording "offers pure nature sounds; no voices are added, no human-induced noises are heard". Which is true, I suppose, but the implication is that this is somehow a pure, unfettered, field recording. But it seems that the producers weren't happy with Flipper's performance on a dry mike and decided to soak him with a little 'large hall' reverb. And I guess just plain a cappella squeals weren't good enough either so they mixed in some above water recordings of lapping swells to keep people interested: hence, the "Sea & Dolphins" title. Which is all a bit disappointing. But enough uptight, uber-purist, nature sound bitching, it does at least come with a nice poem about dolphin love.
RealAudio clip: "Sea & Dolphins"

SOUNDS OF THE EARTH: WHALES (Oreade Music) cd 12.98

SOUNDS OF THE EARTH: WOODFIRE (Oreade Music) cd 12.98
We've been stocking selected titles in this import nature sounds series (croaking frogs, dripping caves, singing whales) while ignoring the cheesier entries (wind chimes I, wind chimes II, evening birds, etc.). Here's another disc in series that makes the AQ-cut: 72 minutes of a crackling woodfire. As always, best if listened to at an unnaturally loud volume. "Warm your hands and thoughts to the woodfire sound on this album" is the suggestion, but we think this might also be a good purchase for black metal fans eager to sonically picture an authentic church burning (you'll have to imagine the cries of the priests though). Or, if you have two stereos, play this simultaneously with Oreade's "Deep Into The Earth" cave-sounds disc and simulate life as a prehistoric caveman. Roasting frogs is another, somewhat sicker possibility.

SOURCE DIRECT Controlled Developments (Astralwerks) cd 11.98
The first three major label 12"s collected on one cd. Very dark and sparse drum & bass. Fans of Photek will love this (in fact the 12"s were originally released on Photek's Science label).

SOURDELINE Jeanne D'Ayme (Guerssen) cd 17.98
Lovely Medieval-tinged French Acid Folk. Like Springuns or Ougenweide or an even more ancient minstral version of Fairport Convention. Full of Sitars, Lutes, Hurdy Gurdy's and lilting male and female harmonies.

SOURVEIN Emerald Vulture (This Dark Reign) cd ep 14.98
This is the first we've heard from Southern sludgesters Sourvein since guitarist Liz Buckingham left the band to join Electric Wizard, and also since Hurricane Katrina fucked up their hometown. But now the survivors in Sourvein got it together to dish out these four new tracks (recorded in Virginia), and also they go on to promise in the liner notes that "New Orleans Will Rise Again!"
Though an ep, Emerald Vulture nears the half-hour mark, in part 'cause track four delves into some extended power electronics noise territory before it's over. That sort of droning nastiness makes perfect sense coming from Sourvein, who aim to maim with both brutal riffage and vicious vokills as well... they're definitely on the negative side of an already fairly negative genre, and who can blame 'em? So if you find, say, Corrupted too happy, here you go! That's a joke, of course, but seriously we're digging Emerald Vulture's blend of Bongzilla/Electric Wizard styled dope-lope riffs and utter Khanatesque darkness...
Of course, post-Katrina we've been concerned about the Crescent City and its inhabitants for a lot of reasons, cultural heritage being just one of 'em. And while many folks associate New Orleans with music, they're probably thinking jazz and zydeco, but you may also know that NOLA is/was home to a satan's host of sludge/doom/dirge bands, foremost among them the pioneering EYEHATEGOD. And if you like EHG, you're pretty much already a guaranteed Sourvein fan too. So it's good to know that NOLA's sludge/doom/dirge tradition continues...
MPEG Stream: "Emerald Vulture"
MPEG Stream: "Heart Of Ebon"

SOURVEIN Ghetto Angel (This Dark Reign) cd 14.98

SOURVEIN Will To Mangle (Southern Lord) cd 13.98
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BLEAAAARGH! DOOOOOOM!! Southern Lord strikes again with the new, Billy Anderson produced disc from Louisiana doom-squad Sourvein. Now featuring the guitar of Liz from former NYC all-girl doomsters 13, Sourvein takes the crusty Eyehategod/Grief/Corrupted style of doomgrind to new highs (lows?). Well, maybe not new ones, but just as extreme. Darker and scarier than fellow heavies Bongzilla or High On Fire, Sourvein simultaneously give a nod to the Sabbathy '70s sounds of doom pioneers St. Vitus, while ratcheting up the brutality of their crashing, crushing riffs into modern extreme metal/punk territory and beyond. It's like someone got the Melvins really really angry, and they're trapped in cave, frothing at the mouth, ready to die and kill -- and for some reason, they're trying to play Sleep songs. What? Stay away from those drugs. You know what I'm talking about? Good, then you'll want "Will To Mangle".
RealAudio clip: "Bangleaf"
RealAudio clip: "Blizzard"

SOUTH SATURN DELTA Experience The Concreteness (Cold Spring) cd 15.98

SOUTH3RN Fully Loaded / Muslim Dub (LoDubs) 12" 4.98

SOUTHERN, TERRY Give Me Your Hump!: The Unspeakable Terry Southern Record (Koch) cd 16.98
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Few literary geniuses have warped fiction, cinema and reportage as much as Terry Southern. This twisted mind was responsible for film classics "Doctor Strangelove" and the screenplay adaptation for Evelyn Waugh's "The Loved One." His stories were adapted into cult works such as Candy and the Magic Christian. His vision was often diluted to make it acceptable for American palettes. Here is a selection of his work in the raw, read by such luminaries as Michael O'Donohue and Allen Ginsberg. Unedited, his work is much more brazen and similar to the comedy stylings of another shy visionary Chris Morris. Not for the faint of heart. (Review provided by AQ-sweetheart Dale Shaw.)
RealAudio clip: "Blue Movie"
RealAudio clip: "Rimmers"

SOUVENIR'S YOUNG AMERICA / CITY OF SHIPS split (The Perpetual Motion Machine) 12" 8.00
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We went a little nuts for the debut release from Anduin a while back, the project of Souvenir's Young America keyboardist Jonathan Lee, taking SYA's Western tinged post rock doom, and stretching it out into something much more subtle and ambient. But SYA is back to remind us just why we were so into Lee and his crew in the first place, with two brand new tracks of sweeping epic, spacious and cinematic post rock, rivaling and perhaps surpassing any of their more well known contemporaries.
The guitars chime and ring out, the drums propulsive and subtly mathy, lots of deserty ambience, moody melodic swoon, crunchy almost metal guitars here and there, haunting blissed out stretches of soft strummy drift, slippery slide guitar and pulsing electronics. There are some haunting processed vocals, distant and heavily effected, tribal rhythms, lots of space, little bits of glitch here and there, slightly doomy, with a distinct twang, gorgeous and dark, but always mysterious and hauntingly dreamy. Can't wait for the next full length.
The flipside features a new (to us at least) group called City Of Ships, who prove to be a pretty good match for SYA, starting their side with some washed out ambience, glimmering guitar harmonies, shimmery cymbal washes, all before the band kick in and get all mathy with tangled squiggly guitar leads and hard hitting complicated drumming. And unlike SYA, City Of Ships are NOT instrumental, the vocals a raspy croon that get more and more wild eventually veering into almost emo territory, the sound a mix of June Of 44 and a mellower Neurosis. Long stretches of mellowy meandering peppered with jagged bursts of crunch and pound, the tracks building to seriously epic climaxes with grinding metallic guitars, angular and sharp, with howled vocals and wild chaotic drums. Good stuff.
Packaged in a super swank fold over 2 color hand screened gold colored sleeve, each one hand numbered, with a photocopied insert, and LIMITED TO ONLY 300 COPIES!!!

SOUVENIR'S YOUNG AMERICA An Ocean Without Water (Crucial Blast) cd 14.98
Latest from AQ faves Souvenir's Young America, who have been slowly nudging their way to the top spot in the ever growing lineup of modern metallic post rock combos, the usual suspects, Isis, Tides, Conifer, Rosetta, Pelican, we love them all, and they all bring something fresh to a sound that is quickly becoming what Slint's loud/soft thing was to indie rock bands in the nineties.
But there's just something about these guys that makes them seem extra special. They definitely seem to be the least metal of the bunch, but it's not just that they're the least metal, it's that they have no metal pretensions at all, as if it was super matter of fact, a compositional certainty, that specific parts were just meant to be distorted, and specific times the guitars need to be distorted and overdriven, and thus, it seems so much more of an organic part of their sound, instead of a constant build to the crashing climax and then back again, it's all very dense and layered, some songs stay quiet all the way through, and some are as punishing as the most metal of outfits, but for the most part, it's somewhere right in the middle.
Less Neurosis and Isis, more Scenic or Calexico. The sound has a definite cinematic twang, sweeping and majestic, but not at all bombastic, instead windswept, forlorn, ghost town, emptiness as far as the eye can see. Organs warble and that harmonica wheezes, slide guitar slips and slithers, all draped over skeletal arrangements of bass and drums, loping, shuffling through dusty streets and arid concrete wastelands, the guitar left to color in around the edges, not so much riffing as shading...
The record begins with a huge pummeling crunch but soon blisses right out into that Souvenirs' haunting Morricone-is desert rock, complete with that gorgeously mournful harmonica, and simple tribal drumming. The melodies are mournful and melancholy, wrapped up in darkly contemplative epics, that spend way more time crawling beneath the hot desert sun, everything enveloped in those shimmering heat waves turning the landscape into a dreamy blurry otherworld, than they do bashing or crashing.
The record closes with "Coragyps Atratus (Ego Te Absolvo)", which begins as an ambient drift, little slivers of guitar hovering over slow shifting low end murmurs, but the tape begins to crumble, the sounds gradually decaying right before our ears, a sort of Basinski / Jeckian dissolve, that builds to a fever pitch before the tape dies and the band grinds to a halt, and then immediately explodes back into action, but instead of over the top metallic crush, it's a strange tangled swirl of dense drumming and mournful slide guitar that fades into the background like a mirage.
So good. Metal fans might be disappointed by the lack of full on metal, but An Ocean Without Water is as heavy as any metal record, just much more subtly so, and way more dark and personal and beautiful to boot.
MPEG Stream: "Mars Ascendent"
MPEG Stream: "Blood Alone Does Not A Father Make"
MPEG Stream: "Dark Was The Night Cold Was The Ground"

SOUVENIR'S YOUNG AMERICA s/t (Under Roar) cd 9.98
We were a little put off by the band name, quite a mouthful, but we were super psyched when we got an earful of these guys' super aggressive, epic, post metal crunch. Tough to stand out these days in the super saturated genre pool that is metallic post rock but these guys manage to pull it off big time, borrowing equally from nineties post rock, crusty sludge, epic instrumental chamber rock, and then adding in their own 2 cents. Obviously fans of Pelican and Mogwai and Isis and Snowblood and all that stuff will want this. But there's a whole lot more going on. Some Morricone-ish spaghetti western twang, complete with harmonica, some Krautrock-y groove, some bits of twangy slide guitar, thick swaths of fuzzy drifting guitar ambience, dizzying angular riffing, dense tribal drumming, buzzing almost new wave sounding synths, some long stretches of moody indie jangle. But it's the bands' deft hand with melody and songwriting and arrangement that makes this record so moving. The focus is way more on mood and texture than heaviness or brutality (although it is occasionally both heavy and brutal), with the epic slow builds often taking up the majority of a song, or a crushing dirge suddenly collapsing into the prettiest dang melody you've ever heard. And c'mon, let's mention the slide guitar again. We're such suckers for the slippery dreaminess of slide guitar. We sort of wish it was everywhere, on every song, but as it is, when it does kick in, we get goosebumps.
So yeah, there's always room for one more on the post rock epic metal sludge bandwagon, as long as they're doing something new and different with the sound, and thus working hard to knock someone else off.
MPEG Stream: "Thirteen For Centaurus"
MPEG Stream: "Still Like The Hummingbird"

SOUVENIR'S YOUNG AMERICA s/t (self-released) lp 9.98
We discovered a stash of these in the back room, one of our favorite discs, on vinyl and in custom just-for-aQ packaging. Some of the sleeves have slightly bent corners, but for the most part are otherwise perfect. Pretty sure these are gone, just wanted to give folks another crack at grabbing one of these...
We were a little put off by the band name, quite a mouthful, but we were super psyched when we got an earful of these guys' super aggressive, epic, post metal crunch. Tough to stand out these days in the super saturated genre pool that is metallic post rock but these guys manage to pull it off big time, borrowing equally from nineties post rock, crusty sludge, epic instrumental chamber rock, and then adding in their own 2 cents. Obviously fans of Pelican and Mogwai and Isis and Snowblood and all that stuff will want this. But there's a whole lot more going on. Some Morricone-ish spaghetti western twang, complete with harmonica, some Krautrock-y groove, some bits of twangy slide guitar, thick swaths of fuzzy drifting guitar ambience, dizzying angular riffing, dense tribal drumming, buzzing almost new wave sounding synths, some long stretches of moody indie jangle. But it's the bands' deft hand with melody and songwriting and arrangement that makes this record so moving. The focus is way more on mood and texture than heaviness or brutality (although it is occasionally both heavy and brutal), with the epic slow builds often taking up the majority of a song, or a crushing dirge suddenly collapsing into the prettiest dang melody you've ever heard. And c'mon, let's mention the slide guitar again. We're such suckers for the slippery dreaminess of slide guitar. We sort of wish it was everywhere, on every song, but as it is, when it does kick in, we get goosebumps.
So yeah, there's always room for one more on the post rock epic metal sludge bandwagon, as long as they're doing something new and different with the sound, and thus working hard to knock someone else off.
MPEG Stream: "Thirteen For Centaurus"
MPEG Stream: "Still Like The Hummingbird"

SOUVENIR'S YOUNG AMERICA September Songs (The Perpetual Motion Machine) 12" 9.98
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This out of print, super limited tour only tape, gets the super deluxe vinyl reissue treatment. Gorgeous thick, silkscreened sleeves, nice heavy vinyl, and besides all that, it's an AMAZING record.
Here's what we had to say about the tape when we first got it in:
A super limited tour only release from one of our favorite members of the continually growing metallic post rock contingent (you know, Isis, Conifer, Tides, Mouth Of The Architect) But unlike a lot of those groups, SYA is not even remotely metal. And we never thought we'd say it, but dang it if that isn't a bit refreshing. Sure they can whip up some metallic crunch. Some big heavy riffs, but at their core they are a post rock band, a math rock band, dark and tangled instrumental rock, moody and epic, massive and emotional. What is most surprising maybe about this 3 song tape is the presence of harmonica! HARMONICA!! And not just in the background. It's the one of the main melodic elements. And it sounds killer. Once you hear the opening track on September Songs, you'll wonder why the hell more bands don't have a harmonica player. But beyond the kick ass harmonica, this band just rules, huge convoluted riffing, strange mathy rhythms, thick swells of sound, killer complex emotional and heavy. Long stretches of dark brooding ambience, blissed out rhythmic shimmer, warm guitars over martial drums, slow building guitar jangle over mesmerizingly propulsive drumming, slippery slide and minor key melodic finger picking, there's really nothing not to love. The guys take a sound that's becoming more and more tired and turn it inside out and upside down, making their own sort of POST post rock, intense and alive and vibrant and super exciting.
And fucking harmonica!

SOUVENIR'S YOUNG AMERICA September Songs (The Perpetual Motion Machine) cassette 4.00
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A super limited tour only cassette release from one of our favorite members of the continually growing metallic post rock contingent (you know, Isis, Conifer, Tides, Mouth Of The Architect) But unlike a lot of those groups, SYA is not even remotely metal. And we never thought we'd say it, but dang it if that isn't a bit refreshing. Sure they can whip up some metallic crunch. Some big heavy riffs, but at their core they are a post rock band, a math rock band, dark and tangled instrumental rock, moody and epic, massive and emotional. What is most surprising maybe about this 3 song tape is the presence of harmonica! HARMONICA!! And not just in the background. It's the one of the main melodic elements. And it sounds killer. Once you hear the opening track on September Songs, you'll wonder why the hell more bands don't have a harmonica player. But beyond the kick ass harmonica, this band just rules, huge convoluted riffing, strange mathy rhythms, thick swells of sound, killer complex emotional and heavy. Long stretches of dark brooding ambience, blissed out rhythmic shimmer, warm guitars over martial drums, slow building guitar jangle over mesmerizingly propulsive drumming, slippery slide and minor key melodic finger picking, there's really nothing not to love. The guys take a sound that's becoming more and more tired and turn it inside out and upside down, making their own sort of POST post rock, intense and alive and vibrant and super exciting.
And fucking harmonica!

SOUVENIR'S YOUNG AMERICA The Name Of The Snake (Init) cd 10.98
The return of one of our favorite instrumental post rock combos finds the band exploring and expanding. Their old sound, one we already dug pretty heavily, has gotten revamped and supercharged, and we're liking this new version even more, but fear not, the change is not that dramatic, and yeah, the harmonica is still present, and definitely adds a distinct and unique vibe. Plus this new cdep tacks on the long out of print September Songs release, first time ever on cd. But first let's talk about The Name Of The Snake...
Right our of the gate, the band explode into some seriously heavy metallic post rock heaviness, chugging riffs, big drums, soaring guitars, but before long they slip back into their more contemplative drift, getting all minimal and spacey, but here's where it gets interesting, the song shifts into a strangely chuggy chunk of doom, laced with some mournful harmonica, a strange juxtaposition, but what's precisely why it sounds so good. The track flits back and forth between the chug and drift, a slowly unfurling sonic tangle. The second track is more classic SYA, mathy and meandery, busy drumming, muted guitar crunch, some woozy melodies, big chiming melodies, and long stretches of cool backwards ambience.
After a short-ish track, of harmonic laced dark Appalachia, with strange percussion and haunting almost Western styled ambience, comes the records finale, the 10+ minute closer, a classic sounding super sprawling post rock epic, all slow builds and explosive choruses, thick pealing guitars and thick rumbling bass, and that harmonica, one of the few times we find ourselves wondering why more bands don't have harmonica. Heavy and melodic, moody and mysterious, fucking awesome!
As a bonus, the cd tacks on the out of print, super limited tour only tape / 12" September Songs, a post rock record, a math rock record, dark and tangled instrumental rock, moody and epic, massive and emotional. And of course, HARMONICA!! And not just in the background. It's the one of the main melodic elements. And it sounds killer. Once you hear the opening track on September Songs, you'll wonder why the hell more bands don't have a harmonica player. But beyond the kick ass harmonica, this band just rules, huge convoluted riffing, strange mathy rhythms, thick swells of sound, killer complex emotional and heavy. Long stretches of dark brooding ambience, blissed out rhythmic shimmer, warm guitars over martial drums, slow building guitar jangle over mesmerizingly propulsive drumming, slippery slide and minor key melodic finger picking, there's really nothing not to love. The guys take a sound that's becoming more and more tired and turn it inside out and upside down, making their own sort of POST post rock, intense and alive and vibrant and super exciting.
And fucking harmonica!
MPEG Stream: "Water (Forgetting The Past)"
MPEG Stream: "Vanishing (Remaining)"
MPEG Stream: "6:38"

SOUVENIR'S YOUNG AMERICA The Name Of The Snake (Init) lp 14.98
The return of one of our favorite instrumental post rock combos finds the band exploring and expanding. Their old sound, one we already dug pretty heavily, has gotten revamped and supercharged, and we're liking this new version even more, but fear not, the change is not that dramatic, and yeah, the harmonica is still present, and definitely adds a distinct and unique vibe. Plus this new cdep tacks on the long out of print September Songs release, first time ever on cd. But first let's talk about The Name Of The Snake...
Right our of the gate, the band explode into some seriously heavy metallic post rock heaviness, chugging riffs, big drums, soaring guitars, but before long they slip back into their more contemplative drift, getting all minimal and spacey, but here's where it gets interesting, the song shifts into a strangely chuggy chunk of doom, laced with some mournful harmonica, a strange juxtaposition, but what's precisely why it sounds so good. The track flits back and forth between the chug and drift, a slowly unfurling sonic tangle. The second track is more classic SYA, mathy and meandery, busy drumming, muted guitar crunch, some woozy melodies, big chiming melodies, and long stretches of cool backwards ambience.
After a short-ish track, of harmonic laced dark Appalachia, with strange percussion and haunting almost Western styled ambience, comes the records finale, the 10+ minute closer, a classic sounding super sprawling post rock epic, all slow builds and explosive choruses, thick pealing guitars and thick rumbling bass, and that harmonica, one of the few times we find ourselves wondering why more bands don't have harmonica. Heavy and melodic, moody and mysterious, fucking awesome!
As a bonus, the cd tacks on the out of print, super limited tour only tape / 12" September Songs, a post rock record, a math rock record, dark and tangled instrumental rock, moody and epic, massive and emotional. And of course, HARMONICA!! And not just in the background. It's the one of the main melodic elements. And it sounds killer. Once you hear the opening track on September Songs, you'll wonder why the hell more bands don't have a harmonica player. But beyond the kick ass harmonica, this band just rules, huge convoluted riffing, strange mathy rhythms, thick swells of sound, killer complex emotional and heavy. Long stretches of dark brooding ambience, blissed out rhythmic shimmer, warm guitars over martial drums, slow building guitar jangle over mesmerizingly propulsive drumming, slippery slide and minor key melodic finger picking, there's really nothing not to love. The guys take a sound that's becoming more and more tired and turn it inside out and upside down, making their own sort of POST post rock, intense and alive and vibrant and super exciting.
And fucking harmonica!
MPEG Stream: "Water (Forgetting The Past)"
MPEG Stream: "Vanishing (Remaining)"
MPEG Stream: "6:38"

SP:MC Taiko Dub (Tempa) 12" 12.98

SPACE BONG The Death Of Utopia (An Out) cd 14.98
In our quest for the heaviest, trippiest, sludgiest, most psychedelic doom ever, we thought we had finally found the holy grail, in the form of UK outfit Bong. No beating around the psychedelic stoner doom bush, no 'cosmic whatever' or 'high priests of blah blah blah', no, Bong got right to the heart of it, naming themselves after the very relic that truly must have inspired most of the bands we love. We can almost imagine a massive bong, painted gold and surrounded by demonic seraphim, hanging above an altar in some sort of alternate universe cathedral, where all of our beloved groups worship, attaining divine inspiration, delivered to us in the form of drug soaked, tripped out ultra heavy sonic blissouts. But one thing we forgot to consider, one element that could, and very likely would, trump the simple bong, one thing that would elevate that essential and beloved stoner relic to the next level, more cosmic than earthbound, an implement derived to catapult the group, and the group's listeners to the heart of the sun, taking the legacy of all the came before, from Hawkwind to Bong, from Pink Floyd to Bongzilla, and sending them into space. It worked for Jason Voorhees (Jason X is INSANE), and it works for these Aussie doomlords, the awesomely named SPACE BONG, whose name promises extreme spaced out psychedelic heaviness, and most definitely delivers!
But, while you might be expecting, dirgey, abject, Bunker-like sludge, or even droned out Bong like psychedelia, the truth is Space Bong land somewhere inbetween, adding a healthy does of melody, their sound beholden to classic doom, as much as newer, weirder, slower stuff. Four loooooooong tracks, the shortest 12 minutes plus the longest over 21 minutes. The sound is massive, downtuned guitars, pounding drums, dueling vocals, one a demonic bellow, the other a Khanate like shriek, and while the ingredients aren't all that different than other doom outfits, it's what they do with it that counts. The opener, begins with a weird ambient intro before launching into a glorious sprawl of plodding slo-mo crush, then out of nowhere, super catchy guitar harmonies suddenly surface, soaring over the churning chug below, and then dissipate, leaving a field of pulsing feedback over tribal drumming, weirdly hypnotic and tranced out, and when the vocals come in, the result is some sort of super tripped out avant abstract psychedelic doom drift, which instead of slipping back into the doom that started things off, locks into a weird droned out deathmarch chugscape, before finally exploding into a final blast of furious psych doom.
And the thing is, it's not all doom in Space Bong land, the second track is downright rocking, almost stonery in fact, a killer main riff, swaggery and snarly, but it's really just a feint, cuz a minute later, the song collapses into another stretch of feedback drenched glacial creep, this time, buzz heavy bass drives the woozy churn, the sound super dynamic, lots of starts and stops, weird stretches of tranced out guitars, bursts of feedback, drones galore, not to mention some psychedelic noise, some glitched out ambience, processed vox, and all sorts of other chaotic noise woven into Space Bong's twisted druggy doom.
And we're only halfway through! The second half of the record plays out similarly, big bombastic drumming, some seriously classic metal sounding riffing, more harmonized guitars, wild squalls of keening feedback, fields of grinding guitar noise, super tripped out near ambient dronescapes, stretches of twisted mathiness, and a little bit of groove here and there, the closer displaying some seriously Sabbathy swing, and some killer psychedelic leads, and a super crazy catchy almost NWOBHM sounding final few minutes, albeit on the tail end of some seriously extreme dirge/sludge crush.
Random copies will come with a Space Bong patch!
MPEG Stream: "(Intro) Utopia"
MPEG Stream: "Death Kneel (The New Death)"
MPEG Stream: "Master / Slave (All The Rage)"

SPACE CHILDREN, THE / THE COLOSSUS OF NEW YORK (VAN CLEAVE) OST (Film Score Monthly) cd 17.98
Cool twofer disc of vintage sci-fi soundtracks.

SPACE DUST No Kissing in Public cd 8.98
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Brother Love and company bring us lo-fi, dirgy, space-rock from New Zealand.

SPACE EXPLOSION (Purple Pyramid) cd 15.98
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Domestic issue of all-star "Legends of Krautrock" jam, with members of Cluster, Faust, Amon Duul and Guru Guru. These guys still have the cosmic vibe, quite nice a disc indeed.

SPACE MACHINE 2 (MIDI Creative) cd 27.00
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You're out in space, at the bridge of a pod-shaped starship, blinking lights and cosmic sights on the viewscreen. THIS is the soundtrack. Or, you're exploring deep into inner space, in a isolation tank, or a drugged trance, watching colors play inside your closed eyelids. Again, THIS is the soundtrack. Assuming in either case you're got headphones on, hooked up to Space Machine 2!
Total kosmiche electronics action here, vintage analog synths doing their spaced-out bleepage and bloopage thing under the long-haired guidance of Maso Yamazuki, a Japanese psychedelic noisician extraordinare. This disc was released back in 2002, as part of Space Machine mastermind Maso Yamazaki's special "15th Anniversary Freakout Triplex" series, which also featured cds by two of his other acts, Masonna and Christine 23 Onna. We reviewed Christine 23 Onna's Acid Eater a few weeks ago and promised we'd get to the others in the Triplex soon, now that we're finally able to get a hold of 'em, expensive imports that they are. Space Machine, Maso's tribute to the likes of Klaus Schulze and Tangerine Dream, has always been a favorite 'round here, and right now this particular Space Machine album is the only one that seems to be in print! If you're a fan already, you know what to expect. This features four tracks, several of them quite lengthy, of wonderfully indulgent synthesizer knob-twiddling, soothing oscillations and droning textures... headphones, please!
MPEG Stream: "track 2"
MPEG Stream: "track 3"

SPACE MACHINE 3 (Important) cd 13.98
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We had this on vinyl a while back, but now it's finally been re-issued on cd! The latest blast of analog synth madness from Takushi Yamazaki, othewise known as Masonna, the one man Japanoise wrecking crew, with a belt full of effects and a wall of white noise unparalleled. But don't expect any of that noise here. Space Machine is the vehicle that Yamazaki uses to indulge his fetish for rare seventies analog synths and all the spacy madness that they can conjure up. This is all swoosh and whir, bleep and swoop, like Acid Mothers Temple at their most unstructured, or better yet, like the music at the planetarium when you're soaring through galaxies, into the farthest reaches of the universe. Contains all of Yamazaki's "3" studio sessions as well as some live mayhem featuring Acid Mothers Temple's Kawabata Makoto. This should definitely hit the spot for those of you craving some freaked out buzzing blooping bliss.
MPEG Stream: "track 1"
MPEG Stream: "track 2"

SPACE MACHINE 3 (Tiliqua) 2lp 27.00
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Latest blast of analog synth madness from Takushi Yamazaki, othewise known as Masonna, the one man Japanoise wrecking crew, with a belt full of effects and a wall of white noise unparalleled. But don't expect any of that noise here. Space Machine is the vehicle that Yamazaki uses to indulge his fetish for rare seventies analog synths and all the spacy madness that they can conjure up. This is all swoosh and whir, bleep and swoop, like Acid Mothers Temple at their most unstructured, or better yet, like the music at the planetarium when you're soaring through galaxies, into the farthest reaches of the universe. Gorgeous double lp on orange vinyl in a nice gatefold sleeve. Two sides of solo studio recordings, two sides of live mayhem, four sides of far out, freaked out buzzing blooping bliss.

SPACE MACHINE Cosmos From Diode Ladder Filter (Alchemy) cd 21.00
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Osaka-based artist Takushi "Maso" Yamazaki has taken quite a turn these past couple of years. His more well-known alter-ego Masonna is best known for ear shredding cut'n'paste sonic assaults. Masonna's live performances consisted of Yamazaki screaming into two or three microphones, hurling himself onto effects boxes and destroying just about anything in his way. Yamazaki's interest in analogue electronics and modular synthesis was evident on his collaboration with Fusao Toda (of Angel 'In Heavy Syrup) -- Christine 23 Onna's "Shiny Crystal Planet" -- a hyper blend of '60s exotic breaks flooded with psychedelic synthesizers and tons of echo. As Space Echo, Yamazaki goes one on one with The Putney, a compact modular synthesizer developed in 1969 by EMS, as well as the Doepfer A-100 Modular system and a slew of echo machines for total tripped out effect! Not rhythmic like Christine 23 Onna, but very similar in Yamazaki's tweaked out knob twiddling and full on psych-distorto overload. The first in Alchemy's Inner Mind Music Series of cosmic psychedelia themed sonicscapes.
RealAudio clip: "6"

SPACE MACHINE Modular Series - Model-101 (Dimension Degenerator) (P Tapes) 3" cd 12.98
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Space Machine is Takushi "Maso" Yamazaki's outlet for the use and abuse of vintage analog synth equipment, where he leaves aside the violence and extremity of his work as Masonna in the "Japanese noise" idiom and instead attempts to channel the spirit of early '70s German electronic experimentalists like Klaus Schulze and Conrad Schnitzler. After three previous full-length recordings (Cosmos From Diode Ladder Filter on Alchemy being our fave) now comes the first two installments in a series of 3" eps, each of which sees Space Machine operating as a duo of Maso plus guest.
For Model-101, the guest is Hiroshi Hasegawa of C.C.C.C./Astro. He also plays the synthesizer. Recorded live at Penguin House in Tokyo, February 2004, this starts with a whoosh and whooshes onward and upward. It's a nice, dense twenty or so minutes of droning, whirring, bleeping spaced-out spirals of psychedelic synth!
On Model-102, Yamazaki and his synths team up with Acid Mothers Temple guitarist Makoto Kawabata for nearly twenty minutes of interstellar exploration, recorded live at Cafe Futuro in Osaka, Japan in April 2003. That it's recorded live in a cafe is evident on the disc, what with the murmer of conversation heard in the background, as Maso and Makoto and their machines hum and drone and drift and glow in the foreground. Abstract yet effective, it's actually incredibly mesmerizing and soothing. Of the two 3" discs, Model-101 is the more bleepy and loud and science fiction soundtracky, while Model-102 is quieter and perhaps less cliched. Both are recommended to all Space Machine/AMT/sci-fi synth fans.
MPEG Stream: "Dimension Degenerator"

SPACE MACHINE Modular Series - Model-102 (Orbit Vector Generator) (P Tapes) 3" cd 12.98
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Space Machine is Takushi "Maso" Yamazaki's outlet for the use and abuse of vintage analog synth equipment, where he leaves aside the violence and extremity of his work as Masonna in the "Japanese noise" idiom and instead attempts to channel the spirit of early '70s German electronic experimentalists like Klaus Schulze and Conrad Schnitzler. After three previous full-length recordings (Cosmos From Diode Ladder Filter on Alchemy being our fave) now comes a series of 3" eps, each of which see Space Machine operating as a duo of Maso plus guest.
For Model-101, the guest is Hiroshi Hasegawa of C.C.C.C./Astro. He also plays the synthesizer. Recorded live at Penguin House in Tokyo, February 2004, this starts with a whoosh and whooshes onward and upward. It's a nice, dense twenty or so minutes of droning, spaced-out spirals of psychedelic synth!
On Model-102, Yamazaki and his synths team up with Acid Mothers Temple guitarist Makoto Kawabata for nearly twenty minutes of interstellar exploration, recorded live at Cafe Futuro in Osaka, Japan in April 2003. That it's recorded live in a cafe is evident on the disc, what with the murmer of conversation heard in the background, as Maso and Makoto and their machines hum and drone and drift and glow in the foreground. Abstract yet effective, it's actually incredibly mesmerizing and soothing. Of the two 3" discs, Model-101 is the more bleepy and loud and science fiction soundtracky. Quieter and less cliched perhaps is Model-102. Both are recommended to all Space Machine/AMT/sci-fi synth fans.
MPEG Stream: "Orbit Vector Generator"

SPACE MACHINE Modular Series - Model-201 (Space-Time Echo) (P Tapes) 3" cd 12.98
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More analog synth hi-jinx from Japan's Space Machine (the retro electronica obsessed alter ego of Takushi Yamazaki aka Masonna). The nifty Modular Series of 3" cds, the first two of which paired Yamazaki and his synths up with equally psychedelic sparring partners, sees Yamazaki going solo for installments number three and four. Model-201 is the third in the series, and it's an impressive, oppressive 13+ minutes of squelching, zinging, droning electronics (specifically, Yamazaki's credited with playing the Maestro Echoplex EP-3 and P-tronic Sound Lab Mini-Synth here), not unlike the sound of a series of flying saucers taking off and landing at a busy Area 51 UFO base. Soothing music for your inner malfunctioning robot.
MPEG Stream: "Space-Time Echo"

SPACE MACHINE Modular Series - Model-202 (Zone Of Avoidance) (P Tapes) 3" cd 12.98
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More analog synth hi-jinx from Japan's Space Machine (the retro electronica obsessed alter ego of Takushi Yamazaki aka Masonna). The nifty Modular Series of 3" cds, the first two of which paired Yamazaki and his synths up with equally psychedelic sparring partners, sees Yamazaki going solo for installments number three and four. Model-202, Zone Of Avoidance is the fourth in the series, with Yamazaki utilizing Roland System 100, System 100M, and RE-501 to create close to twenty minutes of jittery, minimally repetitive dronage that arcs into a realm of Jurassic birdcalls as recorded by dying, batteries-running-down technology...or something. And just as Space Machine fetishizes their vintage equipment, P Tapes have managed to make these attractively designed 3" discs into fetish objects themselves for fans of this sort of electronic voodoo.
MPEG Stream: "Zone Of Avoidance"

SPACE MTN s/t (self-released) cd ep 5.98

SPACE NEEDLE Recordings 1994-97 (Eenie Meenie) cd 14.98
Space Needle were a strange bunch. Part of the mid-nineties indie rock scene, but only barely, something about them was just a little too weird, a complicated mix of pretty and creepy, a sonic world not immediately recognizable to the average Pavement fan or Yo La Tengo booster. Their sound was based not on guitar jangle but on strange rhythms and thick swaths of synthesizer. Probably had a lot to do with the fact that SN mainman Jud Ehrbar was a drummer. Vocals were appropriately indie sad boy style, from monotone Pavementy croon to reedy straining-to-hit-the-high-notes near falsetto, but they were dropped into totally alien landscapes. Those distinct vocals moped and dragged their feet amidst strange militaristic drum jams, thick washes of layered organs, serpentine low end synthbasslines, slithering and twisting chaotically beneath thick wheezing organ whir, strangely detuned guitars, strummed into hypnotic jangly jams over ultra simple motorik drumming, all the while, the vocals pushed WAY up in the mix, sort of languorous and deadpan, not so much drifting as sort of lazily shuffling. The melody almost entirely carried by the vocals (with occasional assistance from the synthesizer). The sound was definitely skeletal, often just vocals and drums, sometimes a simple throbbing bass line, but most of the tracks build to a massive climax, with guitars building into huge fuzzy drones, the synth lines getting more and more distorted, both swirling into thick squalls of blown out psychedelia.
At their heaviest, Space Needle almost sound like Loop or Spacemen 3, simple riffs repeated over and over, building a super hypnotic groove, while over the top, guitars and synths wrestle in a thick cloud of buzz and fuzz. But the rest of the time, they really sounded like no one else. Some tracks are just random sonic experiments, super washed out guitars or ultra distorted synths, locked into super hot, crumbling in-the-red, looped dirges. But the heart of Space Needle's sound was a hauntingly alien, lilting loping abstract indie rock, melancholy and super laid back, but also dark and slightly ominous. Phrases repeated over and over mantra like, the vocals almost sounding choral at moments, each track unfurling and taking its own sweet time as it ambles toward its inevitable end. A sonic allegory for the sadness and loss suffusing SN's whole sound.
This collection, gathers the best bits from Space Needle's two albums, and tacks on two live tracks, the best being a 15 minute long psych jam entitled "Where The Fucks My Wallet?", a live set staple that starts off all gentle guitar and builds into a wild sprawl of angular guitars and chaotic instrumental freakout, even a sort-of drum solo.
We sort of forgot how much we dug this band, but hearing these tracks again, man, they sound so fresh, and so fucking amazing, they've really held up well, unlike LOTS of their indie contemporaries. These tracks could just as easily be from some current experimental fucked up abstract noisepop cd-r band as a forgotten nineties indie rock outfit. Definitely enough jangle and sweet and sour melody to hit the spot for all you Blonde Redhead / Modest Mouse / Black Heart Procession / Yo La Tengo / Silver Jews indie rockers of today, but certainly fucked up enough to appeal to all you lovers of free noise and art rock weirdness as well, plus this is just the sort of record to give all those indierockphobes out there something to think about.
Includes liner notes, new artwork, and blurbs from the band about the recording of each track.
MPEG Stream: "Eyes To The World"
MPEG Stream: ""Dreams""
MPEG Stream: "Before I Lose My Style"

SPACE NEEDLE The Moray Eels Eat The Space Needle (Zero Hour) cd 15.98
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Indie-pop-prog soundscapes, with cover art by Roger Dean.

SPACE OPERA s/t (Collector's Choice Music) cd 12.98
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Here's another reissue of a '70s obscurity that we wanted to hear simply on the basis of what we'd read about it: apparently Space Opera were a band from Texas who blended Byrdsian 12-string psych pop with proggy avant-gardisms. They made just one album, released in 1973 on Epic, which has now been reissued on cd. We got it in and gave it a listen and...yes! It turns out what we'd read about Space Opera was pretty accurate. We hear some Beatles too, and Southern rock Skynrd-worthy balladry. It's probably the distorted fuzz guitar harmonies -- especially when employed in epic "minature symphonies" (like the progtastic seven-plus-minute instrumental "Guitar Suite") -- that are the highlights of this album for us, but the band's lighter moments are exquisite too. So impressive. They've got pop vocal harmonies, jazz and classical flourishes, country roots, complex arrangements, inventive effects, wow. We can understand why this band was once the biggest thing on the scene in Forth Worth... and may be again, as we hear the original members have reunited. Recommended. And, need we say again: hurrah for reissues (when they're as good as this)!
MPEG Stream: "Country Max"
MPEG Stream: "Holy River"

SPACE PONCH The World Shopping With... (Moikai) cd 14.98
Japanese synth-pop craziness compared to Perrey & Kingsley, Giorgio Moroder, and Yellow Magic Orchestra. And they're not kidding about the vocoder overload! Music for futuristic cartoon characters to party to. On Jim O'Rourke's always interesting Moikai label.

SPACE STREAKINGS (Skin Graft) 7"+comic book 5.50
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Japanese outerspace looniness.

SPACE TRAVELERS Black Hole (Future Primitive Sound ) 12" 6.98
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A super limited single (only 700 were made!!!) from the Space Travelers which features DJ Quest (of Live Human) and Cue, whose title track "Black Hole" will appear on the upcoming Future Primitive compilation "Urban R(evolution)". The huge electro break is cast in a downtempo groove with flashy turntable tricks and elements of Missile Command-esque video game noise, horn flares, and funk bass snippets that almost resemble Tackhead. Z-Trip's "Further Explorations into the Black Hole" on the flip side fills out the minimalist electro funk of "Black Hole" with cut-up Sci-Fi narratives and a slightly different handclap driven break. Along with these two tracks, 'instrumental' versions of each respective track and bonus beats of the Z-Trip remix are also present.

SPACE VACATION Heart Attack (self-released) lp 14.98
Finally, record number two from these local hard rockers, whose debut self titled cd-r was a huge hit with the aQ metalheads, and while we LOVED that record, we're beginning to think Heart Attack might be even better, a another killer collection of kick ass metal jams, equal parts classic NWOBHM, eighties hair metal and classic early thrash metal, the sound poppy and heavy and hooky. Right up front, if you're fans of groups like Cauldron, Twisted Tower Dire, Slough Feg, Midnight Chaser, and of course classic metal and hard rock combos like Iron Maiden, UFO, Tokyo Blade, Pandemonium and the like, then Space Vacation is definitely right up your alley. Just give the title track a listen, it's been stuck in out head like crazy for weeks now, and it pretty much perfectly encapsulates the group's sound, the heavy riffed out opening, the harmonized guitar leads, the wild drumming, the song shifting into a chugging eighties hard rock, super poppy and catchy, before launching into a furious almost speed metal blowout, chugging guitars, and furious double kick drumming, wedded to soaring clean vocals, plenty of super dynamic stop starts too, and hooks galore, even the heavy parts are crazy catchy. And then there's the shredding last minute or so, wild soloing guitars over furious drumming, and still more killer guitar harmonies. It literally took us about twenty listens before we could stop listening to that one track and dig deeper in the record. But once we did, pretty much all the tracks here are equally catchy. "End Of The Bender" is another killer, with a chorus that won't quit, and another crazy shredding finish, and then there's "Bro Hammer", a churning chunk of classic double kick driven Euro metal style radness, with yet another impossibly catchy chorus.
And while there's plenty of heaviness here, and fierce riffing, and insane drumming, and for all the record's NWOBHM aspirations, Space Vacation still mostly sound like eighties hair metal, albeit on the heavier, hookier side, and while there's plenty of cool weirdness throughout, your love of Space Vacation all depends on how much you dig that era of heavy metal, which we dig A WHOLE LOT, so for us Space Vacation is basically the modern version of a metal band that would have literally been our favorite band at age 16, and heck, considering how much we've been listening to this lately, they're coming dangerously close to being just that even now, several decades on. WAY WAY recommended!
Includes download too!
MPEG Stream: "Heart Attack"
MPEG Stream: "End Of The Bender"
MPEG Stream: "Bro Hammer"
MPEG Stream: "Summer Knights"

SPACE VACATION s/t (self-released) cd-r 9.98
Glad to finally get to list something by these guys, an awesome local melodic metal band who we became fairly rabid fans of just from checking out their MySpace page a while ago, though when you hear 'em, you'll think its something we've been fans of ever since 1984 or so, long before MySpace or the Internet even existed, since they sound sooooooo '80s melodic NWOBHM / arena rock it's amazing. But they're a relatively young band from here in San Francisco, and this debut of theirs Allan here considers a top ten metal album of 2010, easy... and it's just a self-released cd-r, what in the old days you'd call a demo. Wish it was a real cd or vinyl album, it should be, these songs are really fucking good!
And please don't let the goofy name put you off, we were surprised too when when we first heard 'em, but Space Vacation are indeed one of the best '80s influenced, heavy but brilliantly poppy metal band we've come across in ages. With galloping riffs, shredding solos, catchy licks, stick twirling hard hitting drumming, and stick-in-yer-head choruses, what's not to love? Classic stuff. The vocals are key, the dude (who also plays lead guitar) is not afraid to SING. Though he'll also happily shut up and play his guitar, as on the Eddie Van Halen-esque instrumental break "Streaker". And the band as a whole is not afraid to be a little (or a lot) cheesy, but in a good way. Good enough to remind us of cool EARLY Def Leppard and other greats. And we'd put this up against anything today of that old school melodic metal ilk, like Priestess, Cauldron, whomever. And you ironic inde rock types can take solace in the clever, not as cliched as you'd think lyrics that both celebrate and subvert the cliches of heavy metal.
It's the pop element that puts this over the top, as our pal Glenn, another big SV fan, puts it, "it's like the most rudimentary NWOBHM from 1980 mixed with what you might get from a one-off juvenile indie-pop band formed as a joke by guys from Sloan and New Pornographers for a bachelor party for one of the members."
We'd already heard 6 or 7 of these tracks via their MySpace but the others, new ones, are cool too. There's a "blast off" count-down intro going into a track called "Space Vacation"... a bit forced perhaps, doing the band-name-song, but then they hit their stride with "Keith's Sister" and you realize you are on a rocket ride indeed. Songs that as soon as you hear 'em, sound like you've been rockin' out to them forever. And look out for the hidden bonus track(s) at the end... the extra-poppy drinking song "Wicked Hammid"! Something else to look for, online: the band's awesome/silly DIY practice space video for "Keith's Sister" on YouTube, here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBREOCxXbH0.
If you couldn't tell, recommended, if you like to rock!
FYI We've also got a Space Vacation split 7" with an LA band called The Amplifiers, SV's side featuring "Keith's Sister", for those who want her on wax.
MPEG Stream: "Keith's Sister"
MPEG Stream: "Highway Master"
MPEG Stream: "Die! Heavy Metal!"

SPACE VACATION / THE AMPLIFIERS split (Champagne and Cocaine) 7" 4.98
See our review of the Space Vacation's s/t cd-r to see why you should pick this up! One of our fave tracks from that disc pressed to vinyl, on one side of this split single with a rockin' LA band we know nothin' about.

SPACE: 1999 (OST) (Silva) cd 16.98

SPACEBOY Getting Warm On The Trail Of Heat (Frenetic) cd 10.98
From the same label that brought us the awesome Champs (er, C4AM95) disc comes some more excellent local SF neo-metal action. Superheavy, technical grindish brutality with an obvious love of Voivod and jazz, and pot...recommended. LP version due soon.

SPACEBOY Searching The Stone Library For The Green Page Of Illusion (Southern Lord) cd 13.98
Spaceboy is San Francisco's oddest avant-metallic combo, starting with their name (and album title) and going from there. They smoke a lot of pot and play music like prog rockers gone death metal. Actually it sounds like half the band is playing death metal or metalcore, the other half jamming out trippy space/stoner rock. Not surprisingly, ex-Champs member and massive Magma fan Adam Cantwell plays bass.
This, their second full-length (and first for SoCal's premier doom metal label, Southern Lord, home to SUNNO))), Khanate, Warhorse, Boris, etc.) clocks in at nearly an hour. There's eleven tracks, with every odd-numbered track being a brief, spacey instrumental interlude. The songs proper are super-heavy and dark, full of complex technical metal guitars & drums, distorted vox, and stoned drone ambience.
All we can do is cite a bunch of stuff that this seems influenced by or kinda reminds us of: Neurosis, Voivod, Meshuggah, Mahavishnu, Hawkwind, King Crimson, Today Is The Day, Old Man Gloom...
Listening to this, though, is like trying to peer through some nebular haze in a distant galaxy. It's going to take a while to fully understand the advanced calculus at work here. One thing we do understand: it's heavy!
RealAudio clip: "Eye Pillow"
RealAudio clip: "The Monsoon"

SPACEBOY The Force That Holds Together A Heart Torn To Pieces (Howling Bull) 10" 8.98
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New 4-song release of cannabis-fuelled art-metal prog-pummell from this talented SF combo, one of the first non-Japanese releases on the up and coming Howling Bull America label. A bit spacier than their first album (...but not more boyish). For fans of The Champs (as this features an ex-Champ), Neurosis, Voivod, Alchemist, etc. Heavy.

SPACEBOY The Force That Holds Together A Heart Torn To Pieces (Howling Bull) cdep 8.98
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New 4-song release of cannabis-fuelled art-metal prog-pummell from this talented SF combo, one of the first non-Japanese releases on the up and coming Howling Bull America label. A bit spacier than their first album (...but not more boyish). For fans of The Champs (as this features an ex-Champ), Neurosis, Voivod, Alchemist, etc. Heavy.

SPACEGHOSTPURRP Mysterious Phonk: The Chronicles Of Spvcxxghxztpvrrp (4AD) cd 14.98
After years of underground mixtapes, this is the proper debut from oddly monikered Miami MC / producer Spaceghostpurrp, a seriously sweet slab of sinister darkness, a collection of hip hop slow jams, but slow jams that ooze and creep, all slithery and sick, blackened and ominous, the music a screw-ed low slung swagger, the beats a skeletal crunked out skitter, the sound all mysterious loops and swirls of grim shimmer, Purrp's cough syrup drawl the perfect match for the music's woozy drag. There's a bit of a horrorcore vibe throughout, think a more laid back Gravediggaz, which gives the whole record a seriously nightmarish vibe. One of the meanest, darkest, creepiest hip hop records in recent memory, and one that offers the rest of the world a glimpse of the grim dark underbelly of sunny Miami.
MPEG Stream: "Mystikal Maze"
MPEG Stream: "Bringing The Phonk"
MPEG Stream: "Been Fweago"
MPEG Stream: "The Black God"