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** longtime sold out at source, few copies restocked ** A fairy tale world comes to life in sublime fashion on Maja Ratkje’s latest collaboration Adventura Anatomica, a musical work for theatre she created with choreographer/danser Odd Johan Fritzøe and stage designer in November 2005. This is a world of bittersweet fairytales, of wolves and innocent maidens losing their way in a dark wood, a world of fear and despair and joyful ecstasy. In any case, emotions such as these coexist closely in Rat…
'Basement noise dirge death skuzz hell. Compiles the long out of print hospital cassette and mortuary servants ep while adding new exclusive mud-noise constructions from the drawn dead sessions.' Hospital Productions.
Incredible archival recordings from the 1980s by the noise orchestra of Brad Laner (Savage Republic) and Jim Goddal (Medicine, Whitehouse), featuring LAFMS superstars such as Solid Eye’s Rick Potts and Joseph Hammer and unknown San Fernando Valley noise geniuses. Epic spontaneous compositions created with tape recorders, short wave radios, cheap synths, random orchestral instruments and circuit-bent gear—all unleashed in front of an unsuspecting Wall Of Voodoo audience.
Reissue of classic and long hard to find Purge/Sound League album from 1987 by Borbetomagus. Quartet session with the power-bass addition of Adam Nodelman. 1993 CD release “Seven Reasons for Tears beautifully documents the most simultaneously fierce and accessible periods of the band’s history. Converts and heathens can both bathe luxuriously in the radioactive improv-beauty-stream that lights up a room when the record is played at ‘special’ volume. Tears is the living spirit of Borbetomagus’ nu…
Brennivin is an Icelandic liquor vulcanized from the humble potato and flavored with cumin, although you’d be hard pressed to taste much beyond the astringent burn that it leaves in your mouth. Bottled in matte black glass and stamped with ominously simple labels, brennivin appears less like something to imbibe and more like poison; and in that creeping slow death kind of way, it is. For the Icelandic electro-absurdist outfit Stilluppsteypa, brennivin has soaked into every fiber of their being; …