Vocal mantras, decaying guitars, and found sounds combined in totally refreshing way. Both sides constructed from similar pieces, but distinctive enough to show the endless stream of ideas pouring from these two Vincents. Made with love, guitars, wind instruments, field recordings, and tigers. Art by Adriane Dalton.

Obsessively composed guitarscapes. Industry stretched to the point of total collapse. Bleak and without redemption. Look out for more Ondo on Peasant Magik in '09.

Endless repetition. Keys spin over down tuned sludge, FX ridden guitars suffocate themselves, and utterly massive swells consume all laid before. TRUE SHEFFIELD BLACK PSYCHEDELIA.

Xiphiidae is the solo project of Housecraft’s main man, Jeffry Astin. Side A is full of air-conditioned drones, nature sounds, and delayed guitars. Very sleepy, indeed. Side B could possibly be a recording of someone eating dinner while thousands of insects run wild over various stringed instruments.

Squealing feedback and tortured guitar movements spread overtop thick black, droney buzz. Think Hendrix, but he accidentally set himself on fire. Or maybe Wall without the Wall? Simultaneously overwhelming and lulling.

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Second solo statement from Monks of The Balhill member, Vincent Caylet. Found within are pink guitars, accordion dreams, smoke, and ash. Songs move in an almost airy, whimsical fashion, while occasionally hinting at the black within. 2007 might have been the banner year of the French Psychedelic Underground, but 2008 will be the year of the Monks. Black CDs housed in white cardboard sleeve with full color wrap around art and handmade marble paper. Hand stamped and numbered.

The first time I saw these two play I was sitting, totally sober, in the back of a warehouse in Purchase, NY. Maybe it was the hours of Simpson's arcade game I had just finished, but it was one of the most focused and engaging shows I had seen in ages. Later that night I approached MIR about working together, and 9 month later this finally sees the light of day. Both Diaphragm and Migrations In Rust contribute one slow burner each, with a collaborative track to finish things off. Somewhere between the space of Andrew Chalk, layers of Birchville Cat Motel, and the sinister atmosphere of Abruptum.

With only guitar and trombone Robe. create haunted, drifting melodies buried under deep, narcotic wells of sound. Dark, horror movie style murk. Sounds as if a victrola is dying downstairs while construction workers are ripping up a street across town in slow motion. Black CDs housed in black cardboard sleeve with full color wrap around art and printed vellum. Hand stamped and numbered.

Thick clouds of swirling electronics, walls of distortion, phased guitars, tar, and electricity riveted together for one of the heaviest and densest Ajilvsga recordings to date. Melodies briefly stumble to the surface, only to be turned inside out by the chaos. High bias chrome tapes with 4 panel J-card and obi.