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FTR 372CS
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"New cassette issue of the third LP by TBWNIS. This was the final album recorded by the original quartet iteration of the band during the Fall and Winter of 2009 in Ottawa. 100 copies were released by Birdman Sound in 2010, then Cardinal Fuzz did another edition of 100 in 2018, apart from the 100 to be included in the anthology box, II. The band at this time was Mark McIntyre, John Westhaver, Bill Guerrero, and Nathaniel Hurlow, and they were throwing down brain-thunderous instrumental thug-psych juice like maniacs. You can pick up small glimmers of lifted riffs in spots, but playing this album will make you feel like you're hearing the soundtrack to your own personal biker flick, whether you can smell the grease, sweat and gasoline or not. It's a magnificent racket TBWNIS conjure up here. The basic propulsion is pure dunt-rock, but they still manage to work in a bunch of completely freaked improv passages that keep their feet in hard rock sludge while allowing their heads to connect with deep space. And if that makes you think of bands like Hawkwind, well so be it. There are certainly more than a few parts of Biker Smell that could've emanated from a stripped-down version of that band. But the fact of the matter is, they didn't. It took the TBWNIS to actually create this wonderfully fevered stuff. Here's another chance for you to enjoy Biker Smell. Grab it now, or forever hold you own sad peace." --Byron Coley, 2022
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FTR 635LP
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Cardinal Fuzz and Feeding Tube Records bring your way The Band Whose Name Is A Symbol's Ensemble 8/3/2016. Recorded of the floor in August 2016 in the spiritual setting of Birdman Sound -- eight players made up the iteration of the always mutating ensemble cast, who were as follows -- John Westhaver, Nathaniel Hurlow, Bill Guerrero, Jason Vaughan, Dave Reford, Scott Thompson, Mark McIntyre, and Eric Larock. The session for Ensemble went down at their spiritual home of Birdman Sound in Ottawa in August 2016 where what you hear on record was recorded direct from the floor (and mastered/tweaked by Chris Hardman). The whole session (and note this is an edit to fit the constraints of vinyl) flies by with a reckless, organic abandon, as at times eight players fly off in different dynamic directions of abstract playing and improvisation with trumpet player Scott Thompson much to the fore and blowing wild. At times the feel of this recording is like a collision between some out there '70s German avant rock band who have been transported to a San Franciscan Ballroom is '68 where the whole audience are peaking on "Orange Sunshine" as ensemble finishes up like a beautiful trip, well taken.
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FTR 575LP
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Dateline unknown -- emanations from a planet in meltdown. The universal cosmic event tracker estimates between 22 to 52 points of possible physical contact with The Band Whose Name Is A Symbol but it has lost count. This Canadian improv unit have over the last few years started to get the gushing love and attention they have always deserved. Like all the best artists, they do not fit snugly into any genre -- as from one moment to the next their ability to create cosmically juiced up and fucked up music which in many cases when played and recorded was the first time and last time said tracks will ever be played. This has proven to be the case time after time across too many releases to mention (no wonder Damo Suzuki always calls on TBWNIS to back him up). If you said Berserkir Volume II could be the pinnacle, you would yet again be getting caught up in the moment of magic they spin on you. Berserkir II contains four long tracks of hypnotic and freaked out cosmic haze (all recorded in the same four-hour session that yielded Berserkir Volume I). There are zero overdubs whatsoever and no studio gimmickry. The pieces are framed by supercharged, blistering, psychedelic dual guitars, pummeling rhythm, mutated; Miles-inspired flights of free form trumpet and flowing synth drones touching side excursions into the depths of alien prog. One may well be compelled to crank this up loud and leave speakers and mind, shattered and melded together in a smoldering heap on the floor! End of transmission...
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