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we have a very limited number of the following outsourced mymwly project releases so get in quick ifin you wantem
brothers of the occult sisterhood - odalisque at secret vortex cdr (akoustic disease) $10
More mysterious and otherworldy sounds from our favorite Australian free folk brother / sister duo, and it sounds just as good as ever. Their sound is still like a down under cousin to the foresty folk of Finnish groups like Avarus and Anaksimandros, which makes a lot of sense since both groups end up releasing records on many of the same labels.
This is BOTOS's first release for Italian cd-r label Akoustic Desease (another AD release, Siddhi, is reviewed elsewhere on this list) and it's a beaut. Mixing soft shimmery strum, convoluted glitched out electronic stutter, dark ominous drones, tribal rhythms, abstract ambience into a sprawling exploration of lost sonic rituals and stumbling noise making free for alls.
The percussion is mostly found (at least it sounds that way), clanks and clunks, rattles and scrapes, here and there some actual drumming surface, but even then it's simple and muted, various strings buzz and creak and scrape, bits of twang, atonal strum, detuned chords, all wound into stretched out melodic tangles, above it all, flutes flutter, horns moan and whistle, it's all gloriously ramshackle, the vibe is a bunch of folks gathered around a pile of noisemakers, in the shade of a big tree beneath a blue sky and Summer sun. It's not at all dark or creepy or ominous, it's more festive and celebratory, voices drift in and out, chimes tinkle, bells ring, drums skitter, occasionally everything locks into a distinct groove, sounding almost like some skeletal krautrock, but for the most part, the sound meanders and drifts, lazy and lost, laid back and content, carefree and happy.
Housed in an oversized ultra thick fold over cardstock sleeve, the cd affixed to a nub inside, LIMITED TO 116 COPIES, each one hand numbered!! aquarius
brothers of the occult sisterhood - mutact cs (american grizzly) $10
The first side of this fab-looking cassette (are those reals floral matters glued to the cassette insert? And the gold reflecting insert on the tape, how nice!) consists of "Skull Aperture" (which I believe was already released on a tape of the same name last year) and "Our Glorious Transubstantiation", quite the mouthful that. First one's got some frantic-sounding haywire junk/cutlery clatter and hand-thumped percussion decorated via slick flute stylings that waft in strong reminisces of the Nath Family's pungis, or at least some other sort of Eastern halo. Think like a way more organic/raised by wolves No-Neck or an equivalent type band and you'll start to get the idea. Maybe also worth mentioning the group's pursual of Alan Watts' outdoor sailboat psychedelic free-ness too. The additional electronic zapz are a fancy touch too. "Our Glorious Transubstantiation" is considerably more sparse, like Thuja covering Graveyards or some left-field pre-song Godspeedian ramble. It slowly convalesces into a delightful sea-shanty dribble with toy pianos and flutes and playful crustaceans coming to life and breaking into song and dance.
Two more songs to be found on the B, "Snakes Grow Fin Fingers" (Beefheart ref.???) and "Mournful Tentacles". On "Snakes" there's some gentle strumming amist fervent palm-stamped purrcussion, lapping at your feet like rolling waves from the ocean while "Tentacles" plays out in a similarly laid-back/dream-sequence vein. Especially notable is the outrageously druggy, washed-out fuzz guitar solo that's really much more of an excercise in restraint than you'd expect, but it still rules. Couple that with some muttered (male) intonations/instructions and you've got the perfect ending to a great "great escape tape", if you will.
Although the Brothers' output doesn't yet reach into the territories of, say, Acid Mothers Temple or Wolf Eyes or what have you, they still do put out quite a bit of stuff...and it would've been easy of them to just phone-in some slipshod, haphazard performance and call it a day but that's really not the case at all hear as "Mutact" exquisitely exceeded all my expectations. American Grizzly delivered two home runs with the aforementioned (forevermentioned, more like) Ettrick disc and now this awesome tape. I'm going to have to re-browse their catalogue and seek out even more jewels. This'll keep me occupied in the mean time. outer space gamelan
terracid - reduxer {arroyo subscription series} cdr (digitalis) $10
Terracid’s ‘Reduxer’ is a chaotic blend of apocalyptic, lo-fi folk-grunge, improvisational electric screes, and experimental sound collage (it makes for an occasionally confusing listen). Fans of Michael Donnelly’s Brothers of the Occult Sisterhood or 6majik9 will find plenty to enjoy here, even if there don’t seem to be direct similarities at first glance. This Terracid release maintains much of Donnelly’s characteristic raw, craggy tribalism. Besides the compositional or aesthetic similarities, this doesn’t sound much like anything I’ve heard from Terracid, or any of the related side projects. ‘Evacuation of Earth’ style expanses of noisy, screeching guitar are mostly absent from this recording. Standing in for nosier elements is an frantic, collage of radio-dial surfing snippets (I even hear aphex - windowlicker sampled at one point), aleatoric recordings, subdued improvisations, and stunningly beautiful diy folk gems in the spirit of Pumice or CJA. Somehow, all these pieces are crammed together, and come out sounding remarkably cohesive (in a Jackson Pollock sort of way). As a whole, ‘Reduxer’ is an simply a pleasure. Stumbling into Terracid’s folk interludes, which occupy only around 10 of the album’s 40minutes, is like discovering some concealed, overgrown forest hollow nestled beside an overpopulated, paved hiking trail. I’ve never heard this side of Terracid before (a glimpse appeared on the Digitalis Golden Leaf Branches comp I suppose - but isolate from the collage context), so it’s a real treat to now hear solid songwriting with the Terracid edge
terracid - 2023 cdr (students of decay) $10
Another great release from Michael Donnelly (Brothers of the Occult Sisterhood etc). Seriously psyched-out cosmic debris. A whole lotta percussion clatter, sounding like the rattle of parched bones, with some tracks reminding me of Amon Duul. boa melody bar
6majik9 - the space between cdr (cut hands) $10
its like waking up after coming down and getting wasted. sum yung guy
6majik9 - sinister kindness cs (abandon ship records) $10
This might be the best overall 6majik9 release I’ve heard. It has the trademark bizarre, incongruous clatter but in these two ever moving pieces, the arrangements are fleshed out and sound about as coherent as possible which is a good thing. Other than a few vocal moves, the sounds are pleasantly strange. Weird cricket-esque noises, synth sputters, hand percussion and clanging, with my favorite probably being (auto?)harp plucks. Side A, “Sinister Kindness”, midway through has an absolutely great soft groove, based around a mellow guitar line. After a little while, a bit meaner fuzz guitar comes in and disrupts things a tad. That plays out for a pretty good length of time, until the percussion players change up a bit and everything else drops out but a guitar. Free form percussion rolls along against slow sustaining swells until things stop and a full band excursion begins. Nomadic guitars over an uptempo percussive base until things shift into psych freakout mode. I appreciate that they keep the psych freakout to a few minutes at the end, it helps the freakout retain its impact rather than when bands freak out for a half hour and things just get boring.
”Sister Kindness” takes up the B-side. This piece begins much more conventionally, with steady pounding on a drumkit and rock song structure then there is a strange sound and a brief a capella sing along ensues. I don’t know dude, but it was weird. Then almost as immediately yr shot into a tunneling free form jam force. Lead by fuzz guitar but sprinkled with bits of drums and acoustic guitar. Things transition into a rattling gypsy jam, with vocal loops popping out amidst the clutter. There is enough forward momentum to offset the randomness of the arrangement. Once again, there is another shift this time 6majik9 is thick and mostly electric, getting pretty close to “drone”. Then once more a transition back to an acoustic set-up. This one I’m not really feeling too much though, there is cello which I’m liking but also a really annoying reed instrument of some sort that I’m not liking so much. The section, unlike the previous ones, feels pretty aimless. A more delicate section takes over with sampled vocal babble, pretty flute accents, minimal drumming and sustaining low notes from an organ or synth. The totally angelic “voice setting” keyboard at the very end makes the journey worth it. This tape appears to be stitched together from various (live?) recordings made along “the east coast” between 2006 and 2007. They did good job putting the sides together with only a few sections lagging behind the rest. auxilliary out
los pranks - los pranks cdr (digitalis) $10
australia meets argentina. los pranks are the supergroup of michael donnelly and eon from brothers of the occult sisterhood, 6majik9, etc and the kings of buenos aires, vlubä. it's safe to say that los pranks are the aural equivalent of psilocybin mushrooms. this shit is steeped in. hell, they'll probably start growing out of your CD player midway through playing this beast.
anyway, los pranks offer up six jingle-jangle romps through forests spotted in dayglo orange, magenta, and green. this blast furnace wails with psychedelic fervor. donnelly's trademark beefheart-inspired junkyard wet dream is perfectly augmented by the insanity that is vlubä. you can't understand a word that the argentinians ramble, but when everyone is this strung out, who fucking cares? balls-out guitar wails get sucked up by the torpor of post-tribal percussive blasts. hell, i don't even know what post-tribal is, but los pranks will melt your mind so bad that we'll all be a bunch of drooling idiots. yeah, it's that damn good. limited to 74 handnumbered copies, packaged in 2-color silkscreened, oversized pochette folders. digitalis
