One fifteen minute side long track from each, with collabrative effort on 4th side. Released to coincide with a Pillars of Heaven and Heat Conference (Wether + Gallows) weekend outing. Wether pumped the gas, Pillars of Heaven navigated, and Gallows brought the pillows and sleeping bags. Hi-bias chrome tapes with pro-printed covers. Co-released with No Horse Shit.

The sound of mud, trees, crickets, and mosquitoes in sloooow motion. Hazed out Dream Porch sessions, field recordings from Cherokee Marsh, and full on drone assaults from Woodman, Endless, and, local analog synth compatriot, Crystal Dragon. Black CDs housed in black cardboard sleeve with full color wrap around art, printed transparencies, and handmade paper. Hand stamped and numbered.

Howling monolithic massive live set from this explosive duo. Nightmarish fog cutter sonics ebb and throb with a dark sinister undertow... unlike anything else you’ve heard from them. This one documents them opening for Dead Machines in summer 07. Molten lava inspiration was flowing down into the basement that night, and the proof is right here. Total power focus. Echoes of Robedoor, Throbbing Gristle, Birchville Cat Motel, and countless other sonic terrorists can be heard, but Century Plants stir things up into their own unique brand of madness. The 3" cdr is painted black and wrapped in a foldout sleeve held together by an obi strip, a hand numbered edition of 100 copies.

Long delayed 4 way split finally available. Oak kick things off with room shaking reverberations of epic proportions. Don’t know what the sound sources are, but this is some heavy shit. Pink Desert continues with their brand of blissed out vocal mantras: both elevating and suffocating. Cassette number two starts off with Pet Coffins’ combination of dying machinery and angelic coos, and ends with Pillars of Heaven’s death march. Cover art by James Ulmer.

After a steady stream of beautifully presented CDR releases on his own Lefthand Pressings imprint and endless collaborations, the rest of the world seems to be catching up with Alistair Crosbie. Still, after dubbing 100 of these things, I can’t figure out if this is the soundtrack of being trapped under ice or some of the most inspiring, solitary new age bliss I’ve heard in ages. Either way, it is absolutely stunning. Photograph by Kaitlin Mosley. High-bias chrome tapes.

Three tracks of total John Carpenter worship. Sweeping synths, pulsing bass lines, and Kurt Russell. Jarvis takes hints from Carpenter's classic sound and manages to incorporate elements from all of his previous work: swells of feedback, analog shimmer, and subtle, but damaged, percussion. Like all of his previous work, this is absolutely perfect. High bias chrome tapes, pro-printed covers.

I first got this master while watering plants at a local mall. Every week I would go in at night, strap on a full body harness, lock myself to the railing, jump over the side, and go to work on hundreds of plants, while continuously flipping this tape over and over. The perfect soundtrack to floating three stories up while breathing in harsh chemical fertilizers and watching the leaves fall on the janitors below. The title track is one of the best Helm tracks to date. Forward moving phase shifts buried under blankets of high end pulses, only subsiding to make room for some of the most inviting tones this side of Tangerine Dream. Side B's Hearts Like Broken Motors is a full 19 minutes of new age synth onslaught. Covers designed and printed by James Livingston of Black Horizons. 12 were printed on tan paper, the remaining on black. Black high bias chrome tapes.

"Accompanied by the bleak howl of February winds, Peasant Magik is proud to unleash the Northeastern horde One Master’s Forsaking a Dead World on cassette—six tracks of pummeling blasphemy, buzzing, cacophonous thunder, tortured black majesty and ritual worship at the bloodstained altar of True Black Metal. Unholy fucking grimness not meant for the false." - Vistiek

Following up killer releases on First Person and Sloow Tapes, the almighty Lanterns return. Along with them are guitars, bells, hand percussion, strings, vocal chants. While this might conjur images of drug-rugs and rainsticks, all new age nonsense is avoided. Instead, we get dark and formless celestial shimmer. What was lost on the hippies has been found in a basement in Leeds. Artwork by Mel of Ashtray Navigations.

When I first recieved the master for 'Thorazine to Infinity' I was reading Richard Dawkins' "The Ancestor's Tale". During one of the first listens I came across a passage on the end of the Cretaceous Period. "The noise of the impact, thundering round the planet at a thousand kilometres per hour, probably deafened every living creature not burned by the blast, suffocated by the wind-shock, drowned by the 150-metre tsumani that raced around the literally boiling sea, or pulverised by an earthquake... Then there was the aftermath - the global forest fires, the smoke and dust and ash which blotted out the sun ... and stopped dead the world's food chain." I imagined this would be a good soundtrack to waking up to it's aftermath.