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"The fifth release as a two piece from this Bedford-Stuyvesant, NY duo knows as The USA is a Monster. From when your skinny finger hits 'PLAY,' this record roars out of the gates with banshee-driven fury. Definitely taking cues from chariot drivers such as Rush, Magma, Lightning Bolt, but blasting into their own regions of otherworldly rockulation. Whereas the last record was a concept-driven epic of over 70+ minutes with frequent rural electricity free moments, this record pulls wheelies around Stonehenge in a little over 45 minutes. The songs are a bit more direct this time out and feature use of Gitmo crowd busters syntho action as well as the patented guitar4 olympiadz the band is famed for on the undie rock railroad."
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"This 2005 recording collaboration of Vampire Belt, the long running Western Massachusetts duo of Chris Corsano (frequent YOD associate and collaborator with Jandek, John Olson, and Paul Flaherty) and Bill Nace (X.0.4.). Vampire Belt specializes in all over the kit percussion on deeply audio effected guitar histrionics. Can't is Jessica Rylan's long standing vocal/electronic project. Her sound is self described as 'friendly, intimate and creepy like anonymous postcards sent to you by a rain soaked prisoner.' And I am in no mood to argue... its got moments of beautiful song and scary blurt. The collaboration sound, you ask? Very much the collision of these two entities: the soundz of Rylan's homemade electronics butting up against Nace's splayed guitar, all the while punctuated by the free jizz drum rambo of Corsano. The record has several burners, and plenty of moments of parking lot moan and search. Really, a record like this has not come out since ESP-Disk released that last awful Godz record. FACT!"
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"Milan, Italy's Ovo are a two piece using guitar/violin/cellos and drums that dump a toxic sludge with an unmistakable butterscotch scent. This sludge is in line with contemporaneous doom salesmen such as Boris and the Melvins, with the addition of vox stylings that take this record to a new place entirely. The sounds coming from Stehania Pedretti's mouth as she sings go from lullaby sweet to terrifyingly raw in short intervals. Instrumentation on this platter is diverse, with guitars, bass, drums being added to the mix as well as music store stand-by's like harmonica, piano, and cello. This is not your mother's doom record. The group consists of a husband and wife duo (Stefania Pedretti and Bruno Dorella)."
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"While for many this is going to be a side project of Brian Gibson, this dashboard messiah of a record is a creeping keeper. Rich Porter (he of Bug Sized Mind), adds some melody muscle to stuff some tissue into the training bra of this submarine racer. Nothing like Lightning Bolt, this is more a Tangerine soaked, dream pillow padded melodica that Kraftwerks its way into your main vein. Looking for reference points? Think Zombi, Yellow Magic Orchestra and John Carpenter's Escape From NY soundtrack, .i.e smooth as butter creep scapes. Wizardzz has been accused of sporting a prog rock groove, so stuff this in your stockings you '06 version hacky sackers."
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"Diaspora tribesmen from the swamp stricken parishes of New Orleans laid this doubly effective soul stroke to tape before the waters rose. The sounds they get burrow to the heart of the matter with reverb tanked slo-mo and urban howl forming a durable disc of genuine interactive musicality. A keeper and a grower. This is the band's umpteenth record and they really stretch out on this record and unfurl. You can hear their patented brand of lethargo Flipper-isms as if from a tunnel down. Also coming through is some noontime yodeling the Kirkwood's perfected on Meat Puppets II, slowed to a chug. Definitely on their own musical plane to be reckoned with."
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"Rewired neural strum and groam from the one man operation known as Kites. One minute EZ sounds pump from your jambox, the next a squaretone boxes you upside the head. Very much in the tradition of new school noize croppers such as Wolf Eyes and Die Yellow Swans, but turbolaced with a mutant virus of melody and folkery. Yes, acoustica based acid melt. Features a (beautiful)collaboration with Erin Rosenthal from Udog. Kites has played with the cream of today's new sounds krewz including Wolf Eyes, Double Leopards, Hair Police and many others and is considered a master on his own homemade equipment."
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"Like a group-groped Helen Keller all too smacked out to protest, the New York City based Excepter weaves a dangerous course through the orange cones of cortex- caressing sound. Drawing from boom-box emitters as disparate as Chrome, Comus and that weird-ass Indian techno music you heard eating that samosa. Frequently lumped in with bands in their zip code like Gang Gang Dance, Sightings, and Animal Collective and the No Neck Blues Band, they are actually much more of a confrontational question mark. Lots of floor crawling stage exclamations make the band more slippery than a greased watermelon. With a lineup jamming out unclear instrumentation but perhaps including detritus of Casios, battery needin' samplers, six string part catalogs and occasional percussion, they manage to craft a deeply and creepily eerie sound that includes sounds from all over the radio dial. One could easily relax to this record and have one's heart forget to stop beating."
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"Friends Forever is a Denver, Colorado band that cannot be contained on a stage and will play synthmo-drum/bass/whatever whammy thwack attack from within their van outside your precious club. The band is touring non-stop. Friends Forever's Killball details an ultra-violent future where games are played to the death. Killball is similar to American football circa 1920-2016, except the players wear no pads and are given PCP to ensure a grizzly game. Each player is equipped with a switchblade and a machete. To be tackled is to be destroyed. Tonight you have been chosen to play Killball. Can you win? Ha, ha, ha. Reference sound generators like Devo & party-friendly anthem rock with a healthy helping of appliance clatter. The record is dedicated to the Denver Broncos, if only they could understand."
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