LF Records is impossible to find editions of extreme noise, horror drone, digital scum, dirt jizz-skronk & field recording weirdness. Coming out of Bristol, UK
Artists

Aut
betty
dsic
duncan bruce
garnett james
gnar hest
ian watson
it's a lunken
joinedbywire
little creature
menschenfleisch
non-ferric memories
Petals
Robert Ridley-Shackleton
Sindre Bjerga
Stuart Chalmers
Seth Cooke
Thought Forms
TX Ogre (Henry Collins)

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COMING SOON...

Various "Computer Music" cassette

Hagman "Number Mask" CDR

Aut "Heterodoxies III" CDR

Club Sound Witches "Revolutionary Spray" cassette

 

what's available

Worldwide Postage included on all purchases unless otherwise stated. We're not big on 'download culture', but happy to oblige if you want digital copies on request.

 

CDR's & single cassettes- £4 GBP
3" CDR's - £3 GBP


LF039 - Dsic - Infinite Dream (CDR)

 

Electro-static computer music and psychological shock syndrome. Entrenched moral corruption under stone-aged algorithms. When you decide that the future is not enough, the thing that calls back your name is the greasy murk of the splintered world. Snap, crackle and slop. Limited CDR.

 

 

 

Ian Watson

LF032 - Ian Watson - Terrestrials Gone Tropic With Some Pretty Fancy Animals (CDR)

 

Talented Cardiff based illustrator and musician Ian Watson has been a LF Records compadre for many a year now and finally we've now got him on the solo-tip roster with this killer release. Terrestrials Gone Tropic With Some Pretty Fancy Animals is a collection of works that had previously only seen the light from the dungeon in near-zero editions, rebirthed in CDR form. Deep platter electronics, glitched lo-fi hum and inward reflections from the black mirror. What you hear is cast shadows, fragments of a mind slipping through the cracks in the parched desert floor. Underneath, a billion year old cave system. Pieces of skull and mummified animal remains all excavated by the prior race. I think Ian has captured their offworld transmissions nicely. An audio record of wyrd times.

Needless to say, sublime zombie chicken cover art by the man himself, get it fast.

 

 

RobertRidley

LF033 - Robert Ridley-Shackleton - Ovencleaner (3" Mini-CDR)

 

Mini-CDR of barely describable super-chromosome electronics by visual artist and musician Robert Ridley-Shackleton. Robert's music, much like his art inhabits a dread-zone of psychological unease and refracted swamp-vision. Nothing here is what it seems - sound is traced like a stone-aged petroglyph, a chasm of electronic frequencies and crypt scraping madness. This one is wreathed in golden-grey cremation smoke straight from Kali's windpipe. I've gotta say, I was bewildered on first listen... many, many repeats later, I'm still not sure I've solved the riddle - in fact, the more you take it in, the more frightening it becomes, risky business. Mini CDR format.

 

 

TX Ogre

LF036 - TX Ogre - Brrrr Blobs (3" Mini-CDR)

 

TX Ogre is one Henry Collins, a musical stuntman with a long lineage of gravity defying/berserker acts from the gooner-gabba rave of DJ Shitmat, modal-ambient funk zones as Kylar and other impossibly monikered outfits waaay beyond. It's great to have Henry join the LF crew for this 20 minute mini-CDR of what can be best described as 'hyper rhythm drum machine free-jazz'. Here we have a machine-code Milford Graves, ripping Han Bennick a new operating system. What the hell is this? The man/machine interface is a possessed creature that requires deft handling, but Henry has hands of velvet when it comes to this kind of thing. In his words "I hit keys and drum pads whilst imagining i was possessed by a beast from the east." - too humble methinks, here he's wrestling with a cacodaemon, reforming it to the nymphlike sublime - a 27th century jazz for a frozen and gone world.

 

 

Sixteen Fingers Glooms Vol.1

LF033 - Sixteen Fingers - Glooms Vol. 1 (CDR)

 

If you stare too far into the distance, you'll only see the curvature of the universe in the carbon copy of the back of your own head. Sixteen Fingers is the echo chamber of this no-good place. Synth movements in alabaster and latex, creeping in over the flickering broadcast news. Long distant wars with oil-fields aflame and images projected on the city walls. We broke the transmission you know? took down the towers, killed the guards, left to backwoods areas. I don't think this is music any more, it's the underworld, the place of glooms.

 

 

LF029 - Stuart Chalmers - Daydream Empire (CDR)

 

Magnetic mania! Sweep the congealed jelly of your prior life experience away with eleven tracks of exotic pudding from UK tape abuser Stuart Chalmers. A twilight gleaming experience for sure - carressed strings and 9th world smoke dreams, unholy loop mechanics and snatches of old-tyme feelings. Hear mutant transmissions from beyond the Rig-Veda, yeast-brew electronics and all matter of wounded warble crafted into a sugar-lug as fine as any you'll ever see. I think Stuart is one of the premier tape collagists operating in these cloud-buried Isles right now and Daydream Empire is his most out-there statement to date. It's an absolute necessity.

 

 

LF030 - Sindre Bjerga - Black Paper Wings (3" Mini-CDR)

 

What the hell is in the glacier water up in those northern climes? These Norsemen have been mining this strange aural goo for so long it’s encoded itself virus-like into the collective genepool. Good thing too - Sindre Bjerga is an old hat and pro-stylist is what I’ll grasp feebly at describing as the ‘free drone continuum’. This ain’t no hippy dippy head-nodder though – Black Paper Wings is a straight to tape live document of some pretty serious scrying of deeply occulted noise. This blaster trades in a mix of synth drone/feedback, infant demon-spawn, grave-voice and bronze figurine scraping. It’s the kind of creeped psychosis that’ll unwind your nerve-endings – it left me in a drooling regressed state for hours afterwards, and pretty sure did me some serious noggin damage.

 

All the best brave traveller. Mini-CDR, and the void.

 

 

 

LF028 - Seth Cooke - Pneuma (CDR)

 

We're thrilled here at LF to present a this major statement from one of the hardest working free-thinking musical bods we know. Seth's been involved with so much good sound'n'word juice over the years - as one of the lead organisers of the Bang The Bore collective/magazine, as a killer skins man for Bristol/Southhampton noise thuggee unit Hunting Lodge, as a glossolalic gun for Northern weird jammer groups like A Band and Ashtray Navigations, as the hammer man for mondo duo Defibrillators... or just as a dude with an ear/brain keen as knife. So...

 

"Workmen spent eighteen months renovating the basement flat beneath our home in Leeds. During that time they made a hell of a racket (I could stomach the tools; less so the shouting); managed to both flood the basement flat and spin it into a racial tirade against the owner of the outlet that sold them the part; urinate in our garden, in broad daylight, despite the working toilet they’d installed; block our driveway; and blame the global financial crisis exclusively on Jewish bankers. Pneuma is my attempt to alchemically transmute the experience into gold, of a sort – the pneumatic drill featured throughout was recorded during the ordeal." - Seth Cooke

 

Limited zone as always, don't snooze, don't lose.

 

 

 

dsic/thaw

*****DISTRO ITEM*****

Phantomhead N.22 - DSIC/THAW - SPLIT (CASSETTE)

 

"Dsic occupies all of side one with his six-part odyssey into ‘Alcohol Depression’, employing a variety of methods and textures to generate his wild and extreme electronic music. Earlier records from him were like a roller-coaster or juggernaught as regards their out-of-control behaviour; this set may not have the same relentless impetus, but it’s deliciously oppressive, creating a mood of angsty despair not through shrouded mystery drone, but through disjointed crackling, swooping bursts, and constant digital throbberment nibbling away at the core of your aural capacity like three big white rats. Given the title, could turn out to be the ultimate hangover record, and its therapeutic value means it will soon pay for itself. Thaw’s ‘Untitled’ side shows him opting for two long tracks of grim digital fizzitude, where he cranks the handle on time’s metaphysical hurdy-gurdy and seals the fate of millions. A fatalistic and doomy burr is what he emanates to be sure, cut through with irregular patterns that resemble the wheezing inhalations of a ferocious ogre whose slow-burn grudge against mankind is on the verge of erupting into violent revenge. Dsic gets his musical oar in here too, contributing a remix of the third track which was assembled from parts of a previous Phantomhead release." - Ed Pinsent, The Sound Projector

 

 

 

LF018 - Non Ferric Memories - Live at Joey's Basement (CDR)

 

Second ever live gig by psychic avenger duo Non-Ferric Memories. 100% witching hour sounds birthed deep in the basement of Joey Chainsaw. Dank weird unit out of Swindon no less who are totally aware of the lay-line configuration of Wiltshire and have been known to cause said energy foci to bend at will. I saw the temporal shift myself when they hit Bristol one sultry evening (see LF015), causing the architecture of the pub to melt at the same frequency as their cackled howls. They’ll move you in degrees of decades forward or backwards in space/time, pretty much obliterating all reason and logic in the search for the parallel tongue.

While I wasn’t there when this was put to the magnetic, one participant of the evening (by all account you couldn’t help but participate) called it a ‘marriage ceremony of spite and seduction’. The disconnected TV in the corner of the basement was said to have come alive mid-gig with ‘some crude & grainy images transmitted from the local mortuary and the Wetherspoons next door’. Post-gig, observers reported a spinning disc in the sky above the town, repeated sightings of a ghostly amnesiac and an un-attributable fugue lasting for days. Like I said, I wasn’t there, but I can vouch that this cdr will give yer telepathic transportation to these savage and foreign lands and alter your bodily crystalline structure for the duration.

 

 

 

LF017 - GNAR HEST - TRACTS ON HOW SEVERE I WELCOME NONEXISTENCE AS HARSH AS IS (3" CDR)

If Bristol has anything approaching an underground sound poster-boy, it may very well be Matt Loveridge. That said, this kid is barely out of short-trousers – and with a bewildering array of projects both solo and collaborative (as Team Brick, as BEAK>, as Yoshi!, as Klad Hest… et-fuckin-cetera) he already a proven, endless mother-lode of liquid ear goo dripping from these tepid West-Country skies.

When Head of Acquisitions here at lf towers notified me that Matt had signed a 15-album deal with the corporation I gotta say I was shocked and elated – like what’d this do to the employee stock option? Could I safely retire seaside? The answer is  ‘hell yeh and with glacé cherries’ – what was delivered is the vision-tone of GNAR HEST, described by the boss-man as ‘sick party-insect bro-drone split outfit’.  That’s a pretty rad and accurate description if you ask moi. Some of you mugs might file this under synth-tune or some other withering post-Gen Y genre, take it from me, you’re way out of line and off-decade. This is the modern dance, like Lady Oneohtrix Ga-Ga, flashmobs and footwork. WTF? Put this shit on over your lame-o Daft Punk soundtrack and speed deeper into the grid, barreling towards eternity, non-existence as harsh as is…

One track (20 minute) 3” mini-CDR in micro-DVD case. Limited to 50 copies worldwide.

 

 

 


LF015 - VARIOUS - NIGHT TERRORS 1 (2 x CDR)

Oh. Memories of that night now etch-o-sketched on my grey matter and then pressed direct from my human slime onto cdr. That was a real steamer and stinker of a summer evening, poor AC combined with nervous sweats + four units from the South-West crammed into The Croft front room = mass attrition. Joinedbywire wrestle drones and voices into a slamming chemical/toxic mixture unfit for rat consumption but essential for human wellbeing. Non-Ferric Memories conjure a lovechild of Max Ernst & Mad Magazine, an unaccountably ODDBALL psyche-world of mutant fold-ins. Little Creature as hoodlum priest & opera star lost in a shifting/howling swamp world. Skjølbat try to cool the average room temperature with alchemical string and metal improv only to turn the whole crew into joyful mercury puddles.

A righteous and right-on evening documented via two hand-sprayed cdr's in a mini DVD case with full colour punked art.

Review of the night in WORDS

 

 

LF013 - BettY / LITTLE CREATURE - SPLIT (C30 CASSETTE)

Fleshy chunks of the finest stew cooked up by a couple of my favourite droogs in UK noise today. Betty works four movements of emotional distress and hypno warble that instantly makes you motion-sick as fuck. Everything is bent backwards, slipping forwards and moving via 6 dimensions instantaneously. Little Creature drops a solvent abusers wet dream - i.e. something that makes life worth living a day longer while you sit in heavy rainfall in a fetid alleyway hovel (stinking of piss, cause you've soiled yourself). The Creature side is also complete with some downer songwriting styles (non art-fag Wreck Small Speakers on Expensive Stereos vibes perhaps?). Decide for yourself.

 















LF012 - MENSCHENFLEISCH (2 x C30 cassette box set)

One of those tar melting days, with Guinness and cider at the Hot Flesh Pit, Bedminster/South Bristol. Dogs unleashed, high velocity synth/noise & gulag vox. Power electronix failures and all kinda crazed coming together feelings tempered with general fear and end-of-world collapse. This was spewed out, grey vomit like onto the studio floor and mixed well with sweat/beer and other fluid leakage. Menschenfleisch is Anton Maiof (Geisha, Antoni Maiovvi), Greg Godwin (dsic, Xulsigiae) and Nick Talbot (Bronnt Industries Capital, Gravenhurst). Recorded in summer 2009. Packaged as 2xC30 cassette in box set with artwork by Ian Watson.

Please note additional shipping costs on this one due to size/weight.


Postal Zone
LF011 - MENSCHENFLEISCH - PERFORMS (3" cdr)

Menschenfleisch in duo action live crowd-sourced bootleg (@ The Croft in Bristol 'warming punters' for Emeralds & Pain Jerk). Hyper-low expectation fidelity. Who the fuck are Menschenfleisch? Accursed scum traders is what - dagger buddies, mongo escape artists and NOT musicians. These guys work latrines for a living and make sound to RELAX rather than pay the bills. Deep recession feelings best left alone. 3" mini CDR.

 

LF/It's A Lunken No Number - dsic / It's A Lunken - Split (C90 cassette)

STEREO CASSETTE:::::::::::::::: 90 MINUTES OF CAUSTIC NOISE, CRUSHING GUITAR AND ILLBIENT SOUNDSCAPES INCLUDES:::::::::::::::::::::::::: WRAPPING MADE FROM 1 OF 4 LUMINESCENT POSTERS AND 1 OF 2 MINIATURE FABRIC TRANSFERS LIMITED EDITION OF 50

Note that all purchasers will recieve a free link to download the tape in mp3 format too.

 

LF008 - Joinedbywire - Black Axis 1-4 (cdr)

In the space between the known dimensions, the subtle geometry of the human mind is inverted. Gaping Caverns and thunderous waterways replace the logical synapses, and a liminal state is applied to all objects and persons. The universal OM so familiar to our own ears is replaced by a frozen soundway slab, elephantine and total. This is a tyranny of possibilities at the limits of understanding - thank the almighty that our gooey brains have yet to transverse the gateway fully.

Joinedbywire were a trio formed in Bath, Somerset in 2002 and quickly cut their teeth with a dual guitar/drum instrumental racket that resulted with one gig and one favourable review. These matter-of-fact histories aside, Joinedbywire appear to have channelled those trans-dimensional zones with Black Axis 1-4 , tearing chunks of masonry and limestone from the bolted gateway of the unknown. Four tracks of emergency wail, voice & noise & wave theory lie within. It’s hard to describe the totality of this recording, other than overly pedestrian description of a ‘big fat wall of aural decimation’.

Black Axis 1-4 was recorded at the time of the tragic death of Joinedbywire guitarist Sara (her spoken word vocal can be heard throughout the second track) and is dedicated to her memory. This is a major work from the underground South-West sound scene and it’s a pleasure to be releasing this cdr on lf records.

Packaged in a hand-stamped silver or gold design (specify which you want if you want) and strictly limited.

 

LF006 - Garnett James - Protect & Survive (cdr)

Live recording of a really awesome max/msp workout by mysterious West-Country bod Garnett James.  The beauty of G.J.s pieces is that they run equally hot at either loud or low from your home stereo system as the dynamics are knife-sharp. This album would probably fit under the ‘lowercase sound’ bracket back in the old days , but it’s something much better than that genre suggests – full of microprocessed offworld drone, disabled industrial cutups and blasts of computer noise it’s a total winner. Sounds to me like INA-GRM taken over by a host of arachnids – yeah, that much menace and whatthehell?.

Edition of 50 handmade w/ black card casing.

 

Duncan Bruce LF005 - Duncan Bruce - New Glass Tapu (cdr)

Thought you had a grip on the whole New Zealand free noise/drone/freak scene? You best think again. Duncan Bruce (aka Rahmane) has been a shadowy figure on this edge-of-the-world noise steppe for the past decade. He’s hit downtime with the likes of Armpit, skronked heavy with Crude and layed down solo sax dervish rotations that have split skulls and flayed the skin offa legions of hornless infidels. Recordings are tough to track (Bruce has previous releases on Veglia and Freedom From), but New Glass Tapu is a fresh divination from the depths – 9 tracks of free jizz and radiation burn in the form of reed scouring feedback, decomposed electronics, piano blindness and astral drone. Sounds like some deep long lost 60’s freakout document recorded in the Rif and buried in a stale veil of opium/djinn haze. As with the best produce from these antipodes, this sounds a trillion miles out-there.

The cdr features team-ups between Bruce and talents of Clayton ‘CJA’ Noone (Armpit, The Futurians), Tim Cornelius (Sandoz Lab Technicians) and Lee Noyes (Wolfskull/Behemothaur) I’m ultra-excited to be releasing this cut of love from the man, it’s an ecstatic joy and hopefully fills in some more gaps in the labyrinthine story of the modern NZ sound thing.

100 copies, clamshell pack with shattered Glass Tapu art on cdr face.

 

LF/Phantomhead No Number - dsic / Ian Watson - Phantom Dsic / Phantom Scum (2 x cdr)

Co-released with Phantomhead Recordings.

Western thunder blast! This is a very special wintertime mail collaboration between Cardiff’s Ian Watson (Sound of Aircraft Attacking Britain) and Bristol based dsic. Watson provided oddball mixer feedback outings and the results were churned/regurgitated back in Bristol nether-regions. The resulting dirge was split into two short sessions, the first easy/sleazy, the second as eyeball surgery. Phantom Dsic strays into some killer feedbacker territories and skuzz computing/electronics. The Phantom Scum cdr treads heavy water with cyclonic blasts of noise mayhem. Blackened vibes of doom ambient and digital gash bang heads in the best possible way. This should thoroughly dispel the vibes of West Country/Welsh mellow good-times.

Disc one comes in black as ash card-packaging with weirdo digital-realist gloss art. Disc two in an obsidian-mirror clamshell, just like John Dee intended. Limited to 50 copies.

 

 
love city cdr LF003 - dsic - love city (cdr)

Shit man, this is Love City. L-O-V-E. Wretched drones formed from nebula slaughter in the form of tonal clipping and hazy electronics. A strange mixture of composed overtones and freedom power-processing. This one has been a long time coming, full length and full of smoke and mirrors. Sits halfway between punk noise and soporific badtime ambient. Features some M.O.R. rock too… hand dyed/stamped cdr and baby-blue card cover. over 50 minutes of sound.

 

 

 

what's gone

 

FOXY01 - aut/david wright - made in the slums of howrah/seapod (7" lathe cut)

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minidsic cdr LF002 - dsic - miniDsic (3" cdr)

limited edition 3" cdr. Static jumps and sound spikes, wallpaper peeling blasts of computer music. Bad news desktop music, frozen streaming media and furious shit. really.

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bush psychedelia LF004 - dsic - Bush Psychedelia (3" cdr)

New Year cheers and all that, this is a soundtrack for the upcoming recession. Just under 20 minutes of electronics, heavier metals than quicksilver, and strange radio diabolism. Strictly limited to 17 copies, all that will ever be pressed into service – comes with feral inkjet cover and strangeart mini-cd goodness. dsic plays computer/effects.

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LF009 - dsic - P45 (cdr)

Cuts from 2007-2008 - experimental computer music and analogue electronics.

Edition of 20

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Ambiences 1 LF007 - dsic - Ambiences 1 (cdr)

Planned as the first in a series of quiet recordings, but fails big-time. Juiced up machine wrangling and live sounds, some are heavy deal, others a lighter nod to electronic ambient music, in usual cack-handed style. Not much good to sleep to, but probably an excellent soundtrack for paramedics. 

 

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LF010 - dsic - Twig (cdr)

Statistical anomalies with hexed NASA transmissions, Operating System Crowleymass via stasis, crumbling glitch worship, tangents and pathways to future self. Several chemical methods have been employed in an attempt to produce uniform ceramic powders... 8 tracks of various function, heavy card + sprayed cdr. Limited as usual.


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LF016 - dsic - Roman Birdhouse (3" CDR)

Short but sweet collection of micro-processed vibrations and equations from Bristol based computer-music maven. Heavy juiced and harshly composted sounds made in the upstairs lockup. He can see something of the world outside through the crack in the brickwork, but has no intention of interacting with it. What the real intention of this sound is – well, we can’t be certain. Recycled and sprayed cases. Limited to 17.

 

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LF014 - SIXTEEN FINGERS (CDR)

There is NO WAY OUT OF THE SINKHOLE CHIEF… as you disappear into the glug glug of sand liquefaction you get the final flash of your life before death, but it’s MEAN. There ain’t no memories of your family, or your children or your loved ones - there is only a blast of the worst sapient culture detritus you couldn’t hope to imagine (why this shit, and why me?) and some impressions you can’t get a mental fixture on. Now the grit is down your throat and you’re going under. Life is merciless, and death is the infinite dream.

 

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Boredom

LF022 - dsic - Boredom (CDR)

 

Three tracks of stone dead electronic noise from Bristol's dsic. The CDR is the result of a Bang The Bore forum mail trade project from early 2011, whereby 20 UK sound artists produced an album and sent the results to the 19 other participants. 'Boredom' orbits one deeply processed long-form composition with brutalized harsh snarls and fed-back audio demolition over a decayed harmonic mantra. Zonal explorations in industrial wasteland refuse and crackle act as props for a frazzled scrape and drone. The sad journey is bookended in loop form because boredom is the only eternal and nothing else outlives. Only a few available.

 

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LF023 - AUT - HETERODOXIES I (BOOZE HOUND) (CDR)

 

Straight to tape minimal electronics from Aut, first new recordings in over a decade. Pulse synthetics, drunken master vibes. Holy hiss, no fidelity electronics and sine-wave rhythm manipulation. Beats the heck out of living sober.

 

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LF020 - dsic - Public Benefits, Private VIces (CDR)

 

Brute bone-scraper scare tactics. Stuck in a pit with wild and vicious animals, and the gates have closed. You are now seperate from humanity, cast adrift. Single CDR, spraypaint and sawdust style.

 

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LF024 - Thought Forms - Sorry I Forgot (c40 Cassette)

 

Lots of bands have laid false claim to the lineage of the Bristol 1990’s psychedelic spacerock axis (FSA/Cresent/Third Eye Foundation) over the years. In my mind though, the only group in round these parts who can convincingly carry that flag and set fuck-you fireball to it are three young South-West scamps calling themselves Thought Forms. I could ruin yer minute by throwing round a bunch of other antecedents whose long running history of guitar abuse is well documented, but it wouldn’t really aid to capture the heat-bliss of Thought Forms attack (catch them live and you’ll see what I mean).

“Sorry I Forgot” is two sides of  our trio plowing a rural idyll through a landscape of feedback, strings and ghost axe. This is wave harmonics, a plane where the voice lives as distinct entity from body/soul – the guitar eminates from earth-core, each successive chord raises the archeological layer ten foot higher. All that said, these tracks have a real lightness of bearing too, revealing distant vistas in opaque light and shadow geographies. The drone here never strays into the oppressive & dour, nor is it repressed - it's free and freeform and joyous.
Though Forms have an LP out on Invada Records later in the summer that will no-doubt melt your shoes, but this tape will ease your woes in the meantime. C40 azure-blue cassette with hand painted labels, slip-case, run limited to 60 copies. Thought Forms are Charlie Romijn, Deej Dhariwal and Guy Metcalfe.

 

SOLD OUT - Digital download version available from the band at http://thoughtforms.bandcamp.com/album/sorry-i-forgot

 

LF025 - HÁKARL/DANIEL ALEXANDER HIGNELL - BAMBI (CDR)

Here are a couple of unholy goofs inscribing a new Mayan codex in sound. Hákarl (Kevin Nickells) and Daniel Alexander Hignell are two Brighton based good-time boys projecting some pretty thoughtful thrills on this record. It’s a creeping ride replete with violin, harmonium and electronics, voice (some beautiful post Birthday Party mania) plus “books, scraps, sofa” whatever the hell that means.
This may also be the first thing LF have released with ‘beats’ - but don’t wet yourself, said thumps are the rhythmic snap of rabid men cracking their foreheads on the desert shore.
Someone told me the Hove was a chill place to be this time of year, but I gotta disagree – if these two guys aren’t presently bagged/tagged or in protective custody I’d avoid the place like the plague. That said a record like this will rot your teeth, or at least cleave callouses to the tongue, but that’s better than leaving yet more welts on your hairy hands right? In fact listening to this album is a rather lovely way to see out your mortal coil, just make leave a note with the right incineration instructions ok?

 

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Petals

LF026 - Petals - Aposiopesis (3" MINI-CDR)

 

Petals is one Kevin Sanders, head honcho of the magnificent Hairdryer Excommunication label and a man with a body neck deep in some of the sweetest drone goo to be found in these sinking isles. This is smooth operator stuff, capturing fly-on-the-wall room essence in glowing tapedeck fidelity, clatter and cough.

His own description trumps my blathering attempts to pin this down - “100% electro-acoustic drone. as reeds gently breathe, violin strings (that are tied to metal bars, clasped by elastic bands) vibrate in a terse manner, and feedback creeps in and dominates the low-end drones. Or whatever.”

3” Mini CDR style, but really to make it last forever just hit repeat to give your cortex the infinity massage it deserves.

 

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Mouth Worker

LF027 - MoutH Worker (C30 Cassette)

 

Water-mark of low culture in a pit of cess. Mouth Worker is hand melded electronics/synth with lack of oxygen and good science. Violent counter-revolutionary action, or dreams of... Ah... he said the dream was here - welcome to the null and void, life is the creeping disease.

Edition of 10 copies, gold n' brown.

 

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LF031 - AUT - HETERODOXIES II (WAR MACHINE) (CDR)

 

The failure of technology is the failure of ...... The horizon is blood red, the sky falls down. The landscape is in ruins. Rudimentary technological music in a bitter cast. Second disc in a planned trilogy of discontent.

 

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