Beautiful, mind-bogglingly limited hand-cut 7” lathe of intense tonal warp from Romero courtesy of Nate Young of Wolf Eyes' ultra-collectable AA Records. Very limited numbers available. Highly recommended.

Live recording of a pre-Basketcase group called Mr Asthma from sometime before 1999, re-worked and edited by Nate Young of Wolf Eyes in 2008. Their sound was more Industrial and junk yard than many of their contemporaries, applying blast furnace walls of feedback and F/X to the clank of metal on metal, hulking rhythms, bowed strings, loops and TG-styled head-hunting horns, all applied with a classic American Tapes-style feel for dislocated drone thunder.

New album from this solo synth/electronics project of Nate Young of Wolf Eyes. Two tracks, one an eerie duo performance from Young and Max Eisenberg recorded live in Detroit 2008, the second a trio set featuring Young, Eisenberg and Twig Harper of Nautical Almanac.

New jams from the duo of Nate Young (Stare Case/Wolf Eyes et al) and David Shettler. They call it ‘new British blues’ but the sound draws more on early Heldon’s combination of propulsive electro/rock dynamics and dark/kosmische synth damage. The drum machines have a lightness of touch that situates them in a parallel universe to Wolf Eyes’ pummelling beats, w/a trippy, psychedelic edge while the keys skirt infinite repeat patterns and nagging two/three note melodies before dissolving in chattering clouds of delay. Aspects of Nurse With Wound and Nord combine to knock the set sideways into an exploratory/surreal Industrial tributary. 

Classic weirdo rock moves, curated by Nate Young and Alivia Zivich for their AA Records imprint: Roach Clip play stripped-down psychedelic garage with an out-of-focus/drug damaged aspect that is fairly disorientating. Using two guitars – 12 and 6 string – plus drums and organ the quartet take on almost KBD-style songwriting but with a less aggressive almost folk/rock edge and a supremely crude recording style that makes em sound like they were recorded through a long cardboard tube with a drummer who uses pins for sticks and a vocalist that’s determined to be misunderstood at all costs. Some of the tracks have a jangly teenbeat edge that could almost be Rising Storm outtakes with a guitarist who digs Psychotic Reaction as much Morricone and Takayanagi. The basic remit seems be taking classic garage forms and endlessly fucking with them, so we get tracks that sound like they’re playing backwards over ethno percussion, actual heartfelt/pleading stompers with wiped-out fidelity and even some International Pop Underground moves w/swirling organ that could’ve turned up anywhere amongst the first buncha K 7s. A confoundingly great release.