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PLANAM 021LP
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2022 restock. "Day 13. The green hell of the jungle stretches around us at all sides. I feel like I am being driven mad by the constant suffocation of its hot and terrible embrace. Everywhere, awful vegetable life fights for supremacy. The nights are more terrible for the noise and darkness.
Day 14.
Two of our bearers have fled taking most of our dwindling supplies with them. At least there is water to be found in the streams and lagoons but it is filthy and brown and if imbibed unboiled gives one terrible stomach cramps and diarrhea. The scotch and tobacco are gone and we chew coca leaves for the small comfort they afford.
Day 15.
Jenkins went mad last night. He is nowhere to be seen now. We hear occasional cries from the North which can only be him.
Day 16.
We found the ruins of an abandoned village today. There were what appear to be drums, much like those found in the Congo, hanging from trees surrounding the village. We saw piles of banana skins amongst the abandoned grass huts. In the very middle of the settlement we found a large flat round rock with a pile of hair, a good three feet high, on it. After a good deal of debate Filbert and I decided that the hair was of human origin.
Day 17.
We are restricting our diet to a small handful of cashew nuts each morning as we rise. We found several more hair mounds in the felled grounds surrounding the village. These seem darker and more like animal hair than the mound we discovered yesterday. Double LP masterpiece in full colour gatefold sleeve, issued in an edition of 280 copies."
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One-sided release. "I don't know a Rabi that yells as high pitched and psycho then Nik Rizili! And I don't know another guitarist besides Oren Ambarchi that can make strings sound like Yiddish yelling! They do sound like ladies that have their period non stop, since 5 years! And they do sound like they are 456 km away from the hospital while the head of a baby is forcing its way out of a mangina. So much stress, and strings so loose on a guitar that you can put both your legs and your two arms between the strings and the actual instrument. A hyperactive and creepy and slow carnival of absolute madness! Reminiscent to the more sparse parts of Harry Pussy, the screaming of Hanatarashi. Limited to 300 copies! Comes with an insert, a small poster, a sticker, an etching on the B-side, and found footage cover art by DT."
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"Unlike anything book or animal, the Menstruation Sisters destroy wholly" -- Thurston Moore, Sonic Youth. "Menstruation Sisters hail from Sydney, Australia. Basically a duo comprised of wildboy poet ululationist and guitar strangler Nick Kamiussis (aka Rizili aka Riz) and OZ wonderkid Oren Ambarchi (Sunn 0))), Burial Chamber, Grave Temple, John Zorn etc etc), and sometimes aided by Brendan Walls and others. Their first LP, Ma, was in an edition of 100 copies, all of which had razor blades, balloons and hypodermic needles applied to one side. As an objet d'art it became a highly desirable item for noise believers (and was recently reissued -- sans appliques -- by No Fun Productions). Every once in a while an LP drops out of nowhere only to further confuse whomever is fortunate enough to grip it. 2005 saw the Holy Africa 7" on White Denim, in 2001 the infamous Goog LP on Saucerlike, in 1999 the Dead At Slugs LP on Menlo Park and in 1998 the Triple Bogey On A Ma Par Hole 3x7". All of these are essential documents of one of the most bizarre, genuinely inspired free time outfits working the avant-mind body love/noise worship axis today. This newest LP has been patiently waiting to be released for the last few years, initially a multi-label project instigated by Menlo Park and now fully realized by Ecstatic Peace. Long a champion of Menstruation Sisters after witnessing an out-of-nowhere set at NYC's legendary lost underground experimental oasis The Cooler in the late 90s, Thurston Moore invited the Sisters to open for Sonic Youth in Sydney shortly thereafter and, as inspired and weird as the NYC set was, the Sonic Youth gig was perhaps one of the most astounding question marks of music the seasoned Moore had ever experienced. So we present you Samantha (My Wack Panther) -- a new and beautiful peek into the edge of musical menstruation."
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