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Urashima gathers Merzbow's complete nine-volume cycle in a single box, in an edition of 199: 26 tracks filtering noise through the Japan of haiku and ukiyo-e. Nine vinyl-replica CDs and two Leporello inserts on fine Japanese paper. Noise as contempla…
Ak’chamel, The Givers of Illness plunged into truly deranged extremes to summon the decayed, otherworldly essence captured on Spiritually Unemployed, embracing unhinged and esoteric methods during the tracking process. Recorded in a makeshift adobe s…
On Maris Stella, Tristan da Cunha turns isolationism into liturgy, reimagining the Marian figure of Our Lady, Star of the Sea as a beacon inside abandonment. A single, slow‑burning minimalist opus folds post‑drone, neoclassical gravity and choral haz…
On Cooked, Oren Ambarchi folds his all‑star studio jam aesthetic into something gloriously unhinged. Two side‑long epics twist piano ripples, synthetic “voices,” mutant trumpet tones, electric Miles haze and digital pyrotechnics into a foot‑tapping, …
On Draconic Synthesis, Old Tower fuses past, present and speculative futures of its own sound into a single, coiled entity. Forest drones, star‑castles and serpentine motifs blur into seductively destructive dark music, lifting the first veil on the …
On The Old King of Witches, Old Tower pares dark ambient down to its bones and dresses it in ‘90s deep electronics. Following a “stranger” lured through moss‑choked forests and caverns by reclusive witches, the album becomes a fiction of time stasis …
On The World Is Empty, the Heart Is Full, Raspberry Bulbs strip away excess and come back sharper, crueler and strangely more tuneful. Eleven compact songs fuse metallic edge, noise‑rock abrasion and post‑punk unease, with venomous vocals lashing out…
On With Open Arms, Cult of Youth finally emerges from a seven‑year chrysalis with a sprawling “pagan post‑punk” epic. Born from off‑grid barn sessions, weaponized analog gear and years of cut‑and‑spliced reconstruction, the 62‑minute double album pla…