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A Companion As Glamorous As Sleeping On Wheels Veglia Veg-11 CD-R £6.99 Best-of set, culled from a clutch of obscure cassettes released between 1997 and 2000 from this Vibracathedral Orchestra and Negative Kite member. Primitively rendered beauty that runs from expressively tactile drones through the sounds of fists through windows. A necessary piece of the puzzle for followers of the UK’s ever-fertile underground thing. Comes with silkscreened thick card sleeve and insert. |
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Tucky Mud Veglia VEG-31 CD-R £5.99 New limited to 80 copies disc from the Virgin Eye duo of Pete Nolan (Magik Markers et al) and Kris Abplanalp (Valley Of Ashes/Sapat et al). First track is a phenomenal short burst of Sauter-esque sax and keening acid guitar waste. Moves into further, profoundly pre-lapsarian sonic environs on a drift of tongue-tone and a muzz of elegantly splatted electronics. Totally crude packaging too. |
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Ditch Us In The Doorway Veglia Veg-11 CD-R £9.99 "Julian Bradley speaks from within the belly of the demon. There is no indifference when the jaws of death make the truth brighter than the sun. Minimal canyons of pulsing feedback collide with environmental elements before a hideous metal drone rides through like a slow motion steam locomotive. As true bravehearts he mysteriously disappears into the woods where shadows tap your shoulder. Any mortal thing will do. Comparable to the feeling you get when someone knocks at your door, yet no ones there. A mystic brooding energy that takes control over your room like a bewitching swamp of asperity. With tremendous oozing layers of guitar hum it absorbs your full attention and takes you down into the abyss. Glance at full moon mysticism with tainted sunglasses, mere unanswered questions of where when and how crawl out their skulls like obsessive amphibions from a Mesopotamian age. Many desperate people rush into the sea like lemmings, raised on honey pops and butter cornflakes theyre the vain testament of a century doomed to death. May this be the soundtrack to bodies fighting the waves. Clocking in just over 23 minutes, its a deathtrip you wont regret. There is only good metal and bad metal now. Close the curtains… Comes packaged in a silkscreened 7” cover (artwork courtesy of Jelle Crama) with CDR attached to square cut recycled vinyl, this shit looks awesome to say the least..." - Audiobot. Out of print. |
