At Jennie Richie
The Communist's Garden Expanded EP Plus... c30
The Communist's Garden was originally released in 2012 as a download EP available via the Nine Day Antler Society. For this here special release it has been Expanded with two more tracks from the Nine Day Antler Society group showing. On the flip is "Les Applications de la 'Pataphysique" EP; a manual guiding the listener, outlining multiple theories of imaginary solutions, or if you will Physics Pastry Dough. Magnetic Lucifer contributes a track as does irr. app. (ext.). Herb Diamante himself also makes a feature from way off over land and sea, a magical place, key to cod. The label name was purposely misspelled in protest
Pulling The Branch Of A Tree / Nodding Off While Out To Sea c30
Eriijk Rêssler and Doriandra Smith present their first release as Balkh to the Readymades Tapes - Quality Since 1893 roster. A ritual of psychedelics based on repetitions of sounds and phrases, moments and minutes, marking time by locking it into place and viewing it's many angles. Two side-long Desert and Mountain Meditations on First Snow and New Moon.
Cameron Michael Nichols-Rage
Let's Play! CD
Cameron recorded his drum and vocals parts when he was 20 months old(!!), like any normal little kid might. Then a bunch of friends came over to play! The results = CAMTASTIC!!
7CV (Matt Waldron)
The Bent Taxis (Alvarius B)
Jeffery Taylor & Sean Curley (Climax Golden Twins / New Weather)
Magnetic Lucifer (Geoff Walker: Gravitar, Blue Sabbath Black Cheer)
G. Stuart Dahlquist (Asva, Burning Witch)
Kawaguchi Masami (New Rock Syndicate, LSD March)
irr. app. (ext.)
Numinous Eye (Mason Jones)
rmillis (Climax Golden Twins)
The Pink Chunk Jazz Band(John Olson)
At Jennie Richie & Eriijk Ressler
Andrew Liles (Current 93, Nurse With Wound)
Mason Jones (Subarachnoid Space).
"Let's Play!" is Cam's first CD and the first CD release from Readymades Tapes - Quality Since 1893!
Cameron is the Youngest Musician In The World With A Full-Length Release!!!!
CD ships separate of cassette orders, please note this.
Lyme's Wide Infancy c30
The Crankst returns again with another two magnetic sides of Sturgeony madness, madness we say; the sounds of a fish reciting poetry through a contact mic, while floating in an empty bathtub, possibly icy given the Polar Vortex Campain of 2014, located in Maine at 2 o'clock in the morning. Everything you want to know about this release might be found here: Here. Yeah.
Six Heads collaborates with irr. app. (ext.).
irr. app. (ext.) collaborates with Six Heads.
There's nothing left to say except that you need this.
Soma Trio Studies No. 3 & 6 c30
Blake Edwards and Vertonen is the star in our night. The moon beyond the canopy of our forest. We often lay awake at night, long into the night, dreaming to the sound of Vertonen, devices and all. Deep drifting dreams, heightened by our awareness of our dreaming state. Beautifious. Two side long drifting studies of the sounds of dreams.
Ketone Pekid c30
words from the Crankst (completely out-of-context in relation to this cassette):
New acts, whatever they may be, settle for less in the forward apt, taking tines and making for teeth in rows of unrest, not qualifiable, and nowhere near as golden-oldie hue that you'd muster or reckon those masticating points were all about, as said points were mere periods, tiny typewritten dots, minuscule, practically unimportant, or seemingly as such, when in fact those ambling little spots, specks on the course of a sheet of paper or tree-lined boulevard from yesteryear's sepia-soaked coffee hangover, had cues and uses unknown and, likewise, quite emeritus, still functioning after eons having scored all those soapy cloths, wrenched earnings and dissertations, glum face after glum face, piled on like standup comedians, each and every one of them, all in a formidable line, coughing puns that only pass from the lips of the young, tightening their belts to provide winds of ample gas passage to toss onto the podium, topple the lectern, and shit milky mewling responses to denture-wearing might, without repent or kindness, moralities still in-wait, and ultimately lost, a sauce and brew of weekly periodical stammering that, given enough time, would appear memorable, as if trapped in a loop where it all sounded at once brazen and comfortable, but was merely penultimate to the shock of the old, a foolish notion so dear and frail, pecked by birds and dirty underwear, sheathed in hangnails and mustard-colored file cabinets, lowing softly, reminding itself that it still had currency, but new growths had replaced everything in a pallor of aluminum and autumn breath.
Toothless Pronouncements c30
Conjured forth from fertile unconsciousness so endowed these Six Heads: steps, ladders, plucks, crowds, edifices, rattle shake screech, left to the right, back through the front, static rushing, hurried patience, tiny tiny sounds scramble then shudder, gongs, gong, thistle, sage, I know who did it... all that and more, Old Lady. A brothy concoction of Early Six Heads recordings, earlier than today, earlier than last year, back to the early oughts, Six Heads.
Swastika Novelty Co.
Analogs/Tasting The Order Of… c30
The Swastika Novelty Co. reverberating the room, in the room, drenching it with a claustrophobia of stringed feedback droning and buried incidental noises of movement, a step to change, a moment to turn. Listen closely to hear time dissolve. Turn up loud, feel the oppression of California's desert sun.
The swirling surreal waters pouring from the mind of Blake Edwards, draining out through his hands, fingers, into Devices, his conspirators, whereupon flowing forth like the controlled release from a dam flooding the villages below, the flotsam of houses as ships, unanchored homes rising with the cold embrace of a warm analog swirl, the anchored construction remaining firmly in place as a rushing state of serenity engulfs it. Easily one of our favorite pieces from mssr Edwards.