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Evening, and, if you're in London, hope you have drowned like a rat in the rain.

Happy Va-- fuck off! 

First things first, early(ish) heads-up about our 1st birthday PARTY – taking place at Bar A Bar in Dalston on Friday 20th April, with guests John T. Gast and all three Wah Wah Winos, plus Mother Mark and our own Kenny. Tickets will be available soon, but for now just wanted to flag it up so you can save the date if it's your thing. Hope you can join us for this solipsistic celebration of the mere fact of our existence.
 
Not much been going on here…. bills, bills, bills...you know. Oh, Kenny is back from his unlikely pilgrimage to Chile, charred to a crisp. Was going to share a photo of the damage done but it’s actually too disturbing. Come to think of it, there's even been a wedding, but I'm not sure I'm allowed to talk about that...

Lots of strong new stuff in this week, including Wino D, which landed yesterday and inevitably sold out before we could parachute it into the newsletter today; a nice big box from Forlag For Fri Musik featuring three new short-run LPs (detailed below); new Hard Beach Entertainment; a walloping techno turn from Sotofett and Aaron FIT as S&M Trading Co; a deep jazz ace from Victor Assis Brasil, and, well, more below.

Good luck with everything
LC 







BLOD

KNUTNA NÄVAR
FÖRLAG FÖR FRI MUSIK | LP | £17.99

Caught totally off-guard by this shapeshifting scorcher from Blod aka Gustaf Dicksson on Enhet För Fri Musik’s FFFM privät pröss. Strange , bittersweet concoction of frost-bitten psychedelic folk (with some carefully calibrated prog flourishes), Flying Nun-ish evergreen-dazed jangle-pop and at least seven other shades of DIY/art-rock abstraction… one minute you feel like you could be listening to a Felt or David Kilgour instrumental, elsewhere passages of woozy pastoral ambience trade blows with Lynchian organ drift and post-punk ice-sculptures cut from the same block as Martin Hannett’s Scandinavian Wastes...culminating in a kind of psuedo-medieval, flute-driven loner jazz that sounds like Third Ear Band if they’d made a record for Vanity. On the whole it’s brighter and more composed than anything we’ve heard from Blod before, but still feels loose and frayed in all the right places, and utterly MAD throughout...if you’ve enjoyed past Enhet For Fri Musik, Neutral, Brunnen, Emanuelle Parenin, Brannten et al… be smart, don’t miss this. Edition of 150 with hand-pasted sleeves.





VARIOUS ARTISTS
BRÄNN NER HELA SKITEN

FÖRLAG FÖR FRI MUSIK | LP | £18.99

Another fresh chipping from the trunk of FFFM, this one's a various artists compilation featuring two cuts apiece from Enhet For Fri Musik and Blod, plus Leda (of Neutral), Arv & Miljo and various other misanthropic Swedes exploring the in-between zones of death-folk, industrial, minimal synth and burnt out free jazz. Again, lovely hand-pasted sleeves, and with a fold-out poster reproducing the mucky cover art. Edition of 150.




SCHAKALENS BROR

OMELETTE OF DISEASE

FÖRLAG FÖR FRI MUSIK | LP | £16.99

Omelette of disease… there’s an image. I’ve cooked up some fucked-up, eggshell-peppered shockers in my time, and not always with the freshest of produce, but never anything that you could call an OMELETTE OF DISEASE. It’s an apt title for this, though, an LP of solo guitar auto-annihilation from Schakalens Bror, as corrosive as the Chilean sun on Kenny’s milky white skin. Edition of 100 from Forlag For Fri Musik.




CORPORATION MINDFUCK

WINDS OF CORRUPTION

HARD BEACH ENTERTAINMENT | 12" | £9.99

Can you smell it? Smell the bungs and backhanders and nepotism? Must be the goddamn motherfu’in winds of corruption. YES, the new HBE proves to be as invigorating as the last (HBE006 re-press should be here soon), Corporation Mindfuck delivering a strong, diverse (within the exceedingly narrow context) EP of surly, stripped electro and ghettotech that splits the difference between woofer-bombing booty assault and nigh-on cold wave levels of wintry introspection. Quality, listen loud. 




VICTOR ASSIS BRASIL
ESPERANTO 

FAR OUT | LP | £19.99

Glorious, heavyweight remaster of this deep jazz obscurity courtesy of Far Out, part of their ongoing excavation of Roberto Qurtin’s celebrated Quartin Records catalogue (“singular gems in Brazilian music, difficult to categorise but compellingly beautiful.”) Saxophonist Victor Assis Brasil cut this LP while he was still a teenager, following a stint in the States where he played alongside Chick Corea, Dizzy Gillepsie, and Ron Carter ++. Apart from a swinging, Latin-flavoured run of Jimmy Heath’s ‘Ginger Bread Boy’, it consists entirely of originals – and while the fiery, meter-straining ‘Quarenta Graus A Sombra’ is all well and good, it’s (predictably) the more inward-lookig, melancholic cuts that really hit the mark for us. Featuring Dom Salvador (bass), Edison Machado (drums), Helio Delmiro (guitar) and Edson Lobo (bass), the whole date is elevated by Quartin’s perfectionist production. You don't have to be a Brazil/jazz buff to appreciate this - I don't have a fucking clue mate - it's just beautiful...zoned but perfectly wholesome too. Feels GOOD listening to this. Huge recommendation.






S&M TRADING CO.
METAL SURFACE REPAIR

FIT SOUND | 12" | £10.99

New one from Sotofett and Aaron FIT as S & M Trading Co....909-driven, SUBTLY banging on-and-on techno - acid-flecked, stripped to the bone but slathered with dark atmospheric strings…Amazing, tough but ultra-trippy drum programming as we’ve come to expect from Siegel, and easily one of the best, most laser-focussed dancefloor 12”s of the year so far.





THIS KIND OF PUNISHMENT
THIS KIND OF PUNISHMENT
SUPERIOR VIADUCT | LP | £25.99

A personal favourite this, reissued by Superior Viaduct. The price-tag is offputting, I know, but anyone bewitched - now or ever - by the peculiarly beautiful weft and weave of post-Clean New Zealand guitar music needs a copy of this extraordinary 1983 album, Peter and Graeme Jefferies' debut as TKOP. One of the greatest and, until now, hardest-to-get-hold-of entries in the Flying Nun catalogue, its songs are, like The Clean's, a third-eye-opening combination of grandeur and understatement, combining a droning garage/psych-pop classicism with post-punk economy. But UNLIKE The Clean, This Kind Of Punishment favour a dark, demolished-man intensity, their emotionally ambiguous vocals levitating over sparse, haunted, mildewy arrangements that presage the more out-there/unclassifiable DIY of Xpressway. Just phenomenal. 





ROBERT ARMANI / TRAXMEN
GRIND

CHIWAX | 12" | £10.99

Brutal, pneumatic jack-tracks from '97 reissued, first of a new series focussing on Robert Armani productions. I used to think of Armani as the kind of bull-in-a-China-shop of Chicago house, that his crude, route-one productions lacked the depth and finesse of the true visionaries. My opinion hasn’t changed at all, really, but my appreciation of that very crudeness has massively increased: it's NOT easy being this sleazy. It doesn't get much better than the four tracks here, although the title track is a stand-out, with Alvin Car's 'Poison Mind' - which sounds like Rob Hood drained of every last drop of subtlety - not far behind. So good.  

That'll do for this week--
LC

 

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