"Eva (Inca Ore) is a noted abyss whisperer and lung purger whose vox exertions have added a great deal of chokehold potential to JOMF in addition to a slew of other collaborations, most notably yellow swans. her new cd on 5rc is a heart-punching freedom grab that has folks across the globe falling bewildered onto either side of their self-drawn boundaries. This collab with tom partakes of some of the nursery rhyme fragility of her jyrk/weird forest debut, w/out fearing the blown open furnace door (nor the white heat inside. nor the wah pedal). 43 minutes, 150 copies, spraypaint stencilled by eva w/ an image of a popular medicinal plant of the western hemisphere." - Tom Carter.

Finally got a bunch of copies of this inspired collection of poetry, sex memoirs, paeans to post-rock poon and subcultural subterfuge by one of the most consistently savvy wordsmiths of the post-literate underground, Mr Byron Coley. Printed back in 2003 in an edition of 100 copies by Tom and Christina Carter of Charalambides, this one went precisely nowhere for reasons that are buried beneath many, many hangovers but here it is, finally. Stapled, A4 format with a buncha poems that touch on subjects as close to your heart as Jayne Mansfield's corpse, Barbara Bush's puke, Touch & Go Records, Lester Young and Albert Einstein, early-60s glamour, shaven versus unshaven armpits, Genesis P-Orridge and Jordi Valls, the art of the money shot, Alice Coltrane and a whole bunch more worthwhile musings on lady hair from a guy who does little else but. Highly recommended.

Much requested CD reissue of this hard-to-score Charalambides release, originally issued as a Peter King lathe LP on Eclipse in an edition of only 100 copies. Dedicated to Bruce Connor, it features inkblot artwork by Heather Leigh. The sonics are supremely dilated and fully orbit the kinda late-90s/early ‘00s mystery zone that would combine extended improvisatory modes ala FMP/Incus with F/X clouded dreamtone works, gorgeous otherworldly vocals from Christina and sudden surges of volume pedal gliss from Tom. This is still one of their most beautifully fucked recordings and speaks of their ability to inhabit the furthest edges of form while still sounding like the best rock band of your life. Can’t think of anyone today who could pull off the same kind of seamless psychedelic schizophrenia with such fucking aplomb. A great record from a great group, highly recommended.

Edition of 214 one-sided LP with blood red silkscreened flip. Looped and live collaged ritual atmospherics and crude guitar/drum psych stand-offs that orbit a similar zone to early NNCK from a group that feature Tom Carter of Charalambides, Shawn McMillen (Ash Castles On The Ghost Coast), Brian Smith (Iron Kite et al) and Blake Carlisle. Less drone-focussed than previous releases and deeper into a kind of savant ESP Disk Godz/Fugs séance style.