Feral trumpet/drums exchange, torn from the hearts of James Toth aka Wooden Wand and Lucas ‘Bones' Crane. Crane's trumpet playing sounds a little like Cosey Fanni Tutti or Pete Nolan playing Cherry-styled bugle calls and Dixon-spits with a sad, martial force while Toth's drumming style works the kind of horizontal planes previously levelled by Denis Charles into new realms of punk. Free fucking folk. Recommended. Limited edition of 150 copies w/liners by, ulp, Carlos Castaneda...

Hand-numbered/self-released edition of 200 copies art edition CD-R from Wooden Wand, packaged with a card envelope pasted onto a thick piece of wood. This is a major return to loner form for Wand, with 10 tracks that take the isolated ambience of Nebraska and dose it with the apocalyptic glam of Bowie’s “Quicksand”. Wand’s writing is at an absolute peak here, with a surreal allusive style that sets mid-60s Dylan against Gram Parson’s “Hippy Boy” in a post-Siltbreeze universe. He never sounded better. Highly recommended.