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"Feeding Tube's second LP by Moscow's AWOTT is another wonderfully perplexing roll in mounds of candy straw. As with their first FT LP, Ivan (FTR 129LP, 2013), there are many sounds here to put one in mind of early '80s experimental 'rock' bands from the German scene. No one would be shocked to learn this was a lost Zickzack or Pure Freude release. But it ain't. AWOTT are near the vanguard of some very happening sounds emanating from the Russian sub-underground. Random sonic factors this time include blaring Contortions-oid sax/bass skronk-lock, unexpected blurts of glitch, air raid panic, Japanese thump-mannerisms, and lots of other glub, all placed amidst a frame that is decisively Eastern Bloc. It makes for a splendid roil. For your additional pleasure, the album is packed in an eye-easy cover that reminds us of the photo on the back of Hot Poop's Does Their Own Stuff!, but without the irksome gender reassignments. Still hoping AWOTT can get over here to play some day. We hear their live shows are ecstatic explosions of Dada-shingles (and YouTube vids seem to bear this out), so start yr petition today. And no one asked, but we thought we might point out the band's name is taken from a Sun City Girls track released on the ass-wide Box of Chameleons set Abduction did back in the last century. As The Residents once said, 'Ignorance of your culture is not considered cool'" --Byron Coley, 2015. Edition of 350.
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FTR 129LP
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Feeding Tube is chuffed to present the first vinyl offering from Moscow's berserk Asian Women On The Telephone. Formed as a duo in 2007, they have since expanded (in all directions) to assume sextet form, with stage names worthy of Smegma -- Oriental Yid (drums, guitar), Good Enough Freundin (guitar, vocal, drums), Brown Polizei (keyboards, voice, bass), Divine Gift (percussion, voice), Mutter Land (drums, percussion, bass), and Lewd Primat (bass, voice). Many of their insane, extremely theatrical performances are available for peeping on YouTube, and they have quite a bit of music available for download as well. But let's face it, records are the way to go. And Ivan is a doozy. The closest easy comparison to extant sounds would be to some of the weirder outfits of the Neue Deutsch Welle -- with hints of Malaria!, Abwarts, Die Tödliche Doris and various other Zick Zack, Monogam and Pure Freude label outfits. The music is alternately spacey and rhythmic with classic neo-industrial underpinnings, sputum-rich vocals and thick gobs of string and/or key noise. Of course, we can't understand a goddamn thing they're singing, but that does nothing to detract from the rich sonic palette they create. Squeaking like Kleenex one moment and throbbing like Mouth Crazy the next. Impenetrable song-titles, mysterious graphics, zero information... what more could any fan of mystery aktion ask for? Edition of 300 copies.
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