"Some sonic events do not qualify as “music” no matter how hard you shake them. That’s my feeling, anyway, and if it’s not yrs then I suggest that it will be once you’ve been subjected to the sound of this new release by Vom Grill.
The name itself is a trick, since the sounds are generated solely by the evil Belgian, Dennissssss Tyfusssssss. But naturally no one would even consider buying this things it it had Dennissssss’ name prominently attached, so they invented a fucking soubriquet for him – Vom Grill. What the fuck is that supposed to be? The name of Richard Meltzer’s new coffeeshop? Yeah, well – not hardly. This particular Vom Grill abortion is a three track plunge into all that is annoying about Belgian food. The first course is like a melange of simpering, whining children, smeared with mayonnaise, croaking that they only want a peanut. It goes on for less than five minutes, but it feels like a week. The second track is Tyfusssss’ ignorant attempt to “just take a break, people.” He tries to calm the kids down by playing xylophone notes on his own rib cage, but he’s too fucking fat to pull it off, so he whistles mock-xylo notes while the kids fiddle around with some sort of pudding make from bread crumbs and gristle. Great. The final track is the sound of Vom being submerged in a vat of Belgian ale, bobbing to the surface with all his little electric thistles spinning while he burps for help. Like he really fucking wants it. In my day if someone was heard uttering this sort of nonsense we’d shove a little broom up his and/or her ass and make him and/or her wear a rubber glove on his and/or her head. What does Nyoukis do? He actually releases the shit. These laddies richly deserve each others’ company. What the fuck did we do to rate similarly shoddy treatment? Waiter? My check." - Byron Coley

Fantastic new book of art, found photographs, Xeroxed imagery etc from Belgium’s Dennis Tyfus, here masquerading as Mr Tiefhuys. Tyfus has a great eye for funny/odd detail and his choice of snaps here is fantastic, from moody weirdo gals through truculent adolescents, rockers, pin-up work, dogs, some nudes, all printed on a variety of coloured/textured card. A great entry point into middle-European art madness.