Originally released as a cassette on Chondritic Sound, Writhing Flesh is one of the more ‘active' and out of control Hive Mind releases, documenting Greh's first two live performances. Endless waves of sheet metal drones and phased pain-throb ala the more handmade Throbbing Gristle interrogations. Edition of 300 copies and already sold out at the label. Looks beautiful too. Recommended.

Numbered edition of 159 copies, already sold out at source, subliminal, violent death tones from Greh Holger's gravity-guzzling hypno-terror unit. Mix of unearthly high/low sounds that's a little reminiscent of Whitehouse that slowly smears into sandpaper reed tones that could almost be Don Dietrich. Very limited supplies!

More aggressively-formulated electronic minimalism from Greh Holger’s Hive Mind project, with a spray of malevolent, hissing electronics interrupted by organic throat tone and a heavy Alien Bog-vibe. Limited edition on Mike Connelly’s Gods Of Tundra imprint.

Limited edition of 100 copies hand-cut lathe direct from Peter King’s workshop in NZ. Hallucinatory slow-motion landscapes of minimal electronics from Greh Holger. Square cut lathe.

Compilation featuring unreleased tracks from Connelly & The Machines, Body Morph, Hive Mind, Dog Lady and Drainolith: “So the other day, me and my lab buddy supreme Scott were knee f'in deep in trying to find out if a huge craggly motor was delta or wye three phase connected, and needless to say, was NOT having luck. It was a one of them RAW bologna built motors that has wire numbers, but its pointless cause its all on its own weirdo system. Whatever. So as usual, we shot the shit.
"What’s up this weekend man?"
"Not much, got a killer afternoon gig at the spot on Sunday...."
"What’s a gig?"
"Ah.... I’m having some of my weirdo friends over to make ah.... music...."
"You make music?"
"Sure"
"Would you ever play a 'gig' for the troops?"
"We should get black to that motor...I think I know the lead wires now..."
"Well, I can’t come over, I gotta fix my tires on my hunting jeep, but you know what would rule Olson?"
"What’s that?"
"If you would press that jammer on wax, mix all the tracks together into one inzane mess and sent it to Smith out west to press...."
"Man, you might be on to something"
"Make it one long one-sider with a lock groove, I mean shit...that’s how I remember gigs anyway.... and just use a flyer for the cover!!!"
"My man!!!"
So I took Scott's advice. Took the killer matinee jam, got out the scalpel, mixed everything together seamless inzane style, book ended it with an EVIL Hive Mind loop and boosh!!!! Pressed gig memory!!!! So it's just like a gig, except you don’t have KNOX MITCHELL's dad dropping you off or Collino spilling brews everywhere or your secret recipe INZANE CHILLI remains burning up in the bottoms of an empty crock pot. Oddly, not a peep of crew-audience noise to be found. Dog Lady played acoustic string scrape, Dan Body jammed reed universe from the uneven side (and then BLASTED Disclose and Firmeza 10 in the jamm room), Drainolith is my main man Alex K from Montreal and kept it uber real with amazing synth scramble, live from yep, THE BASEMENT. Greh said he did a cover of THE SHINING but I’ve never seen that mini-series. Dead Machines and Connelly jammed magical pixie flutes, infected metal scrape and vocals from an eerie afternoon lagoon. Like an endless gig, ...you gotta SIT THRU THE WHOLE THING...in one inzane memory blurr surpreme.... Record ends with an EVIL Hive Mind lock groover, endless...party. ... forever.... Was a blast, more of this style to come. And BYOB!!! There are three party stores right in the hood, duh!!! 2pm SHARP!!!> Edition of 100 in handmade recycled sleeves, numbered.” – John Olson.

Warehouse find of a bunch of copies of this limited to 100 copies 3" from 2005, classic thousand-yard-stare electronics w/miasmic atmospherics.

Second limited edition version of this great narcotic noise collaboration between Charlie Draheim and Justin Meyers' Devillock incarnation. Shuddering electronics, the crack of bone, electricity and metal, an endless tunnel of skin-mangled F/X and dense sunspots of guitar/organ collusion. One tape is a split, the other a mail collaboration. Edition of 100 copies with hand-screened covers and tapes in a slim white vinyl double cassette case.

“DRAHIEM: MONSTER OF THE MIDWEST:Things ive seen Charlie do live: +Play in a dress and record 90 sec loops over and over of vomiting due to a weekend diet of pretzel sticks dipped in premium gasoline (when it was stupid expensive, like you know, three years ago)  +Take on a whole fleet of Michigan Militia dudes at a small bar in Gaylord Michigan for thinking his Manifesto was some Pro-government tome  +Give blood only to have it returned a month later due to "pure red-cell inactivity"  +Throw a half full bottle of After the Hunt High Life at a cop only to realize he owed said cop a master tape going on three years now.  So here is a Chocolate Monk Drahiem experience? As i write this in a dreary Albany Comfort Inn at dusk and hear these horrible sounds = I dont wanna move or open the blinds (mainly cause me & the princess are comatose from parent paid el-massive late lunch at the Cheesecake Factory) cause the soundtrick from this CD makes me think if i open the door to room 216 upper floor we will be launched into a world full of terrible static insects buzzing around scraping wings on salt-dried frozen concrete waiting to lure every ear into a pool of electro-muge. No way hose'. We gotta pool date with Tovah 's sister and her husband to be in an hour and no way if some CD sound is funna gonna stop that swim double date. So until that time comes, we are locked in room 216, waiting. But its like Charlie D is here with us, the determined master fried-mind of electronic frustration, putting his camo boots on to the march of slimes on his own time. He is to Michigan what Clifford Brown was to Max Roach = i guess!  This here CD by CD on CM willR.ock R.ipp and R.oll Y.r W.orld, Who else can be labelmates with the almighty Piss in My Face With Surgery? Slam this silver-recorded-silver bottom recordable cd into yr monster truck, roll over to Corner Brewery, Dour and Drahiem will be there sitting in the corner, most likely in silence, but a MASSIVE WEIRDO SOUND ABSTRACTION  party awaits, soon.” - John Olson

Excellent fucked-up distorto recording of this Lexington-area super group featuring members of Hair Police, Cadaver In Drag, Warmer Milks, Walter Carson and Kraken Fury playing pummelling Swans-style doomy hardcore illuminated by confused coils of spaghetti electronics and fronted by a vocalist who gargles black microphones like he’s choking on carrots. Massively fucked lumber-punk style, like if the NZ scene hadda spawned a sloth rock behemoth that only released cheap tapes via Expressway. More please! Recommended.