New collaboration LP from the trio of John Olson, Nate Young and Mike Connelly with Chris Goudreau aka Sickness. Goudreau takes original Wolf Eyes material and sculpts it into a massive, constantly shifting pulse-based piece that feels like an inspired plunderphonic take on the organic, evolving logic of their live shows. It starts off with a classic section of minimal, grinding electronics, given an otherworldly gliss of F/X by Goudreau that makes it dazzle like a primitive Heemann/Chalk creation before building into torrents of sheet metal melodies and squelching rhythms, with parallel sounds given enough electronic treatments to lend them a very hallucinatory, instantly dissolving feel. Indeed, it's one of Wolf Eyes most psychedelic sides, if your definition of psychedelia takes in Throbbing Gristle and CCCC as well as electricity and LSD. Recommended.

Debut album from this Detroit synth-punk duo with some kinda historical connection to Wolf Eyes. Featuring K. Michael and Nate S., the group build from a base that would take the malevolent electro-threat of early Suicide and ply it with amphetamine-charged Cramps riffs, the kind of drum machine batteries most associated with Big Black and a claustrophobic, assaultive style that is somewhere between early Industrial rock and contemporary minimal synth stylings, with murky, convulsive songs that are somehow uniquely Detroit but that have tendons that stretch alla the way to both coasts, taking-in aspects of CBGBs-era NY scum and peroxide LA glam punk. A beauty.

New edition of 450 copies one-sided LP with a gorgeous full-colour sleeve by John Olson (Wolf Eyes). Here the duo of John and Tovah Olson move deeper into the kind of liminal, broke back electronics zone that defined their great run of collaborations with John Wiese, with creeped-out midnight soundtracks populated by shadowy nocturnal forms, firefly drones and a murky, drug-addled atmosphere. This feels like the beginning of a whole new phase for Dead Machines and it makes for a subtle but powerful trip.

Limited edition new solo album from Jason Finkbeiner of Rochester avant-garage monsters Pengo on John Olson's American Tapes imprint with paste-on B-side art, corrugated card sleeve and insert featuring a repro of a letter to Aaron Dilloway (Wolf Eyes) from Rochester Charles detailing various formative drum influences, including Al Bouchard of Blue Oyster Cult, Jim Fox of The James Gang, Mitch Mitchell from The Experience, Motorhead's Filthy Phil Taylor, fucking Phil Ehart from Kansas, et al. Sounds are based around sick, oscillating tape work that sounds like an elastic band and wah-wah pedal running a turntable that's playing a slowly melting copy of Yatha Sidhra's A Meditation Mass re-recorded by Chie Mukai and Matthew Valentine, the way you always wanted to hear it 'done'.

2006 Sub Pop album from the Wolf Eyes trio of John Olson, Nate Young and Mike Connelly, mixed by former member Aaron Dilloway, the official follow-up to Burned Mind. The preceding Human Animal 12" gives a good snapshot of the kind of blasted topography that the group map out here, with the first half of the album given over to the kind of eerie midnight stasis sound of the group circa River Slaughter albeit given a hi-fi upgrade and new depth of field via slow smokes of drone and viper-shots of electronics. The drum machine is at its most space-puncturing, firing repeat beats into cloaks of doom while Olson works serpentine sax patterns into steel helixes somewhere at the bottom of a ventilation shaft. One track features creeped-out spoken word narration, while over on the flip/later tracks the group move into full pit-pounding mode with assaultive nod-out rhythms and Nate's insane post-Iggy vocal shred moves foregrounded by a ton of metal. Exactingly programmed, this is the one to peak with. Highly recommended. Vinyl edition limited.

Much-anticipated new studio album from the Wolf Eyes trio of Nate Youg, John Olson and Mike Connelly. The sound is a radical upgrade from the last ‘canonical’ Wolf Eyes disc, Human Animal, in that the electro-percussion is replaced by real drums and overall Nate’s vocals are closer to the dark, voice-from-the-void style of his recent solo shows with Aaron Dilloway. The peeling back of the distortion and F/X on the voice gives it a much more desperate edge and the sonics add to the whole tense, up-tight atmosphere, forsaking the pummeling style of old in favour of a tumultuous a-rhythmic assault that works in waves of oppositional tones and smears of electro-acoustic confusion. Some parts of the album – “We All Hate You” for one – almost sound a little bit like Sonic Youth circa “Confusion Is Next” albeit with a less rock-focused attack and with aspects of junk ritual, free jazz and basement electronics. Still, anyone jonesing for the primitive monomaniacal attack of the “Stabbed In The Face” era is well catered for with the title track, a barrage of vocal hysteria and knock out percussion. Always Wrong is a radical re-think of maximum disruption strategies that sees them move well ahead of the generic next-generation noise that came up in their wake. Recommended.

Vinyl edition of this classic side: Major studio album from the trio of Mike Connelly, Trevor Tremaine and Robert Beatty, easily their best album to date and a massive creative leap for the band. Certainty Of Swarms is the best sounding Hair Police record yet and the relatively hi-fi environs serve to beautifully bolster the tactile aspect of their attack. But most of all this is a great rock record, one that reconciles explosive post-Corsano free jazz percussion, trounced death metal vocal acrobatics, murky post-TG dub damage and pummelling garage band dynamics. A classic move, highly recommended.

Split single that pairs a particularly dark track from Wolf Eyes that starts off with a mangled little girl vocal before the beats kick in for an alien vox/locomotive noise juggernaut. Massively fucked vocals/electronics from Prurient on the flip. Full colour covers with double-sided insert.

“Connelly & Oldzone Refusal Unit: Two complete gigs from the mid summer tour with Uneven Universe, Evenings & Hive Mind. All acoustic, no amps, no electricity, nothing. Horrible scrape, empty litter containers with glass, bottle caps, metal, reeds, acoustic clutter supreme. One set from Gabe's killer Toledo Den of Death, the other from the amazing GOOD STYLE shop in Madison. Killer tour, ended in the woods jammin THE CHIEFTANS x 2 45s on 3rpm. Summer simmer acoustic. Racket to rocket to uncharted ear trails. Color Covers.” – John Olson.

Massively extended long form string/drone/Industrial jams from Midwest free jazz outfit Graveyards that push beyond the whole screwed spectral/orchestral arc of their recent work into new zones of lonesome tone : “What is up with the mail these days? Sometimes you get the weirdest things. Are "Dog Missing" flyers illegal now? Seems like it, cause just the other Tuesday I lurched out to check the daily box to see if my new copies of DIRGE or EVIL MINDED shown up yet, and there was this lone LP resting there. Had a post it note stuck to it that read:
"PLEASE HELP: OUR CREATURE THING HAS VANISHED. WE SUSPECT THE WORST. WE CANNOT GIVE DETAILS ON THE THINGS/ANIMAL OR HAVE ANY PICTURES< BUT WE DO HAVE RECORDINGS OF IT IN "ACTION". PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS RECORD (at any speed) AND CALL 237 - 4568 IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION ON OUR MISSING CREATURE. AND RETURN MY STAMPS- THANKS- YR NEIGHBORHOOD LOOSE ANIMAL CULTURE CENTER"
Shaking my head, thinking how I just got a killer local platter to add to the animal sounds/droll Yankee/ chooltch industry recordings sections and put the record on.
Well, it seems like they are never gonna find this thing cause it SOUNDS like a super shy version of that horrible creature in the twilight zone flick that tries to scare the passengers and eat the plane. But this "Thing" hangs out in empty hangers and lightly scrapes its torn and rotten fingernails across HUGE rusty industrial size fans at 3am in a creaking wet unlit corner. Who would want this in their house? Sounds from this animal are rare, seems like this LP has like three light rustlings and the THING is gonzo, moved on...just like a ghost trace of it... good luck to them.
After jamming the "MISSING CREATURE" lp on every speed my numark can handle, I IM chatted fellow animal sound lp vet DILLOWAY and told him about the new local style missing thing section, and he said energetically:
"Dude, you should quick like go around the neighborhood and grip all those lps and put em out, don’t get busted say it's...I dunno... GRAVEYARDS or something... "
FUCK!!! Killer idea. So here it is - all the LPs from District 176 Howard St./Frandor with NO INFO and a crude handmade painted sleeve like from the hairy mitts of the said MISSING ANIMAL itself. If you find this THING.... shit, record it and do a FOLLOW UP. And leave it in yr NEIGHBORS mailbox. UUUGGHHHHHHHH. Title taken from a super tuff blueprint question from my Blueprint Reading 112 class last fall. Edition of 100. Inzane handpainted recycled covers, each one uber-unique. MISSING!!! THING!!! RECORDED!!!” – John Olson. Recommended.

Spykes + Dog Lady collaboration: “It was a normal Saturday, got up at 8 a.m., tooled around, popped on me sweat pants and Deathbag workout shirt, czeched the Fitness USA website to make sure it wasn’t shut down again for another maniac attack of some old freaker geezer leaving deer intestines in a gym locker for three days on some uber-vile payback scheme... Headed out the door at 11 a.m., stopped by the coin car wash for a quick vac-thru on the blueshawk and got an URGENT text message from homebox collino;
"ZONE: IN THE BACK YARD: HAVE TO JAM FAST: GONNA HURL"
What??? What day is this? Shit: The Lady Dog was up in this for the afternoon. So, hurriedly: finished vac. job. Busted home to only find a paler Collino gasping in the driveway, shaking. ....Turns out him and the maniac youth crew (Khrust, Haunted Dan, and some dude who is always trying to prove how weird he is) went to a monster truck show in Redford the prior night, and Collino, already tanked from a heavy karaoke session, got into a MASSIVE ashtray eating contest with some goons from Port Huron and, from the mouth of Collino.
"Dunno Man....I asked some rotten chicken meat that was festering in a ashtray that I didn’t see and I feel like my stomach is made of sweet & sour lake oil...lets jam quick so I can go home and die in peace.... ugghhhh...."
So we rolled in, had a super queasy sweat pants and hand-over-mouth- to-stop-puke violin & tapes session live in the Inzane Studios. Was super slow and gross, like watching the unedited birth cut from Rosemary's Baby, the part where the devil baby comes out in what looks like a mane of Hardees garage. Killer session, poor Collino. Dude bounced ASAP. Can’t blame him. Color covers. Edition of 50.” – John Olson.

“After a debut of two tapes packaged in the most horrible doll imaginable, this new returns with more lurking tape sound and creeping low electronics. Name taken from a committee in Lansing that meets once a month, goes over complex mathematics and historical dates, and then re-meets three weeks later to see what stuck in the minds of the troupe. After a common agreement is met on what important aspects are collectively remembered, the group makes new math and new histories based on what is NOT remembered. Super weird crew; way underground but catching members by the day. Its like they are recreating a new reality based on the murk of forgotten details. Apparently they are having a gig in May, cant wait. Color Covers in Inzane colored slipcase style edition of 30.” – John Olson.

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.

Compilation featuring unreleased tracks from Dwelling Unit, Madness, Influx, Immune Future Problems, First Responder and Cripple Crime’s Triangle: “Massive new comp of all short tracks of all sorts of styles. Weirdo flow, new blood, all heated and raw. Mysterious Island swamped and flanked in all sides by a tidal wave of consuming statics. More to come from each of these creatures, stirring and pacing in a sound cell waiting and plotting to bust out. Color covers, slip case.” – John Olson.

Great split LP that pairs the black/ritual noise of Prurient aka Dominik Fernow with a killer side from Providence’s Kites that almost matches Jessica Rylan’s work in terms of hands-on primitively rendered electronics married to sing-song kid’s melodies and fucked-up dunderhead keyboards. Parts of this sound like the kinda K Records/New Blockaders hook-up you never even took the time to imagine. But here it is and it sounds fucking fine. Recommended.

CD edition of the very limited cassette collaboration between these two modern masters of extreme electronic architecture. But it’s not the 100 mile head-fuck that the combination of these two names might suggest, with long passages of electronics and hand-drums that almost touch on the endlessly still waters of Popol Vuh circa Affenstunde all cut up with portentous narration and glissing drones. Later tracks combine almost Neu Wave-styled Industrial ritual with peaking Penderecki-esque tone annihilation and the sound of heavy machinery dreaming itself.

“New York based Prurient (aka Dominick Fernow) has been an active instigator of the Power Electronics and Noise genres for well over a decade, with 100+ releases issued so far, usually limited and over all known formats. Its with great pleasure that Editions Mego present this new set of Prurient compositions. Comprising of 3 ear splitting tracks of high end quality feedback, disturbed vocals and twisted percussion. While previewing this work for release on a flight from Milan to Vienna it came to the attention of the listener that an irritated passenger 2 rows in front complained of high pitched whistling in the air conditioning. Such is the power of Arrowhead.” – EM.

Compilation of Providence and Rhode Island area free/rock/noise artists put together by Domink Fernow of Prurient and featuring tracks from Landed, Noise Nomads, Necronomitron, Mindflayer, Knights Of Timbre, Em Dath Rir, Prurient, Dropdead, Mahi Mahi, Seratone, Football Rabbit, Suffering Bastard, Smashed Femur Dance Party, Throne Of Blood, Kites, Lightning Bolt, Kinfestorm, Meerk Puffy, White Mice and Patootie Lobe.

Compilation put together by Dominik Fernow of Prurient and featuring a buncha tracks by Kites, Sinking Body, Pleasurehorse, Smashed Femur Dance Party, Work/Death and Meerk Puffy.

New collaboration from US scuzz/noise units Panicsville and Prurient in an edition of 300 copies on opaque red vinyl and already sold out at source.

Wild document of classic noise action from this alter ego of The New Blockaders featuring Richard Rupenus alongside Dominik Fernow (Prurient) and Ron Lessard aka Emil Beaulieu. Recorded live at the No Fun fest 2006, Silent Movie also comes with a silent DVD of the show that makes for pretty surreal viewing when viewed without the record spinning in the background. DVD also comes with a commentary by G.X. Jupiter-Larsen. Edition of 500 copies.

Limited vinyl edition of the Cold Cave/Prurient collaborative UK tour cassette that came out in an edition of 100 copies in 2009 with the addition of a brand new track. Very different in tone from what either group has done before, Stars Explode presents a series of very beautifully slow-moving drone compositions that have all of the ancient tectonic power of Nijiumu’s Era Of Sad Wings. Heavenly choirs of synth vibrate on the very edge of the horizon while arcs of symphonic underwater keyboards bubble to the surface. The beats break through on the third track, a jack-hammer Suicide-style instrumental before breaking into a final track that combines epic/euphoric drone melodies with macabre F/X-contorted vocals. Aspects of Coil, Klaus Schulze, Walter Wegmuller.... but truly its own thing. A major step outside. Highly recommended.