FULL SCOOBY DOO

 

Greets,

Hope all is well 

Kenneth has declared himself incapable of summoning the necessary jollity (is that a word?) to introduce this week's  newsletter, not sure I can do much better in this humidity and having been woken up at 4am by my screaming bawling daughter demanding to be reunited with her beloved TUPPERWARE LID, but hey we all survived yesterday's 39 degree shocker, even if yours truly's face resembled a half-melted Mini Magnum by the end of it. Oh summer - won't you just fuck off????

Lots of quality new arrivals, not sure where it’s all coming from, this is meant to be a quiet, as well as sweaty, time of year. The race to the top/bottom continues...

Speaking of which, mine Friday bean curry hath arrived....BUSINESSLUNCH! See ya!

LC

xx

JUNIOR LOVES
BANNER / NORE
NOT ON LABEL | 10" | £8.99

Sinewy, hard-hitting steppers from London way. Junior Loves has a bit of form, last seen on Tabernacle in 2018, but this new, self-released, hand-scribed 10", with two tracks served up discomix style, is very much its own thing: a timeless, unpretentious cry-tuff encounter that combines deeply rooted, meticulous production with a rawness and vulnerability in a manner that is properly compelling. 'Banner' and its more stripped, spatial version set the tone - propelled by Shaka-ish 4/4 drum-murderation and bolshy, corkscrewing, blue-going-on-purple synth lines that shrink the distance between early Ruff Sqwad/Rapid instrumentals and melancholic ambient techno. The grimy forward-lean is there also in both excursions of 'The Nore', but this one drifts further into ethereal cold-space, recalling John T. Gast's druidic soundboy cuts, dizzyingly psychedelic but precise and uncluttered, mashing up brain/dance/everything with perfectly judged patterns of attack and decay. Very limited press, cut by Leon at Music House. Massive tip on this one! 

LES MILOUS
ANNIE HALL / SHAMPOO NIGHTCLUBBING
HAPPIEST PLACE | 7" | £8.99

Machine-gun indie-pop/teenbeat - breezy, insouciant, twee-as-fuck but monomaniacal and speed-crazed with it - yeah it's the unstoppable  new 7” from Happiest Place (the label that brought us JJ Ulius and Amateur Hour), and the antidote to all the ugliness and overwroughtness and pretentiousness that blights you! Both sides are killer, the cute/crazed surf-synth zinger ‘Shampoo Nightclubbing’ instrumental only just edged by the rip-roaring, VU-worshipping ‘Annie Hall’. If indie-discos were still a thing (and probably they still are in Gothenburg) these tunes would be turn the dancefloor to rubble.
You listen to this shit and you quite seriously think - what is the point of any other music??? Very limited quantities in stock, act fast to avoid A LIFETIME OF DISAPPOINTMENT, and see also the smoking Levander Tot LP that just arrived from Happiest Place too.

INDEX
ORIGINALS VOL 2
LION PRODUCTIONS | LP | £24.99

INDEX
BLACK ALBUM (CASSETTE EDITION)
LION PRODUCTIONS | LP | £11.99


Too good to be true - further unearthed tapes from authors of highest grade pubescent garage / psych, INDEX!

Comes as more than good news, almost a sense of relief, now that we can start to slightly distribute our overly intense, unrelenting adoration for the original platter to more than the original 9 songs that made up their self-titled '67 LP. Yes, these 13 streetwalker / sweetheart bonus blizzards, all but one or two, FULLY make the cut in our book.

Angsty, distorted themes for petty crime are scattered amongst soaring, hi-spec garage takes on songs The Byrds taught em. Like “Jill” - what the fuck is a song like this doing sitting in a cupboard for 50 years?!?! Sounds like a fierce, early version of The Clean running it in the red - EVERYONE feeling some sorta flicker of what cocky, youthful self-assurance would feel like when those DEEP, bellowing toms distort on the drum fills. Argh!!

Perhaps this is being dictated by our current playlist but we do get a similar sorta buzz out of Les Rallizes Denudes. WAY more direct body shots with the Index but with the sorta caveman simple rhythm unit sat high and proud while lead guitars get deep fried in distortion and whiz around your noggin like a convoy of ambulances with broken sirens. Best music!

Throw away bonus material business can take a fucking HIKE! Sanjay’s sound of the summer and probably the first thing we’ve agreed on since May.

Also new in: cassette edition of the original album...A total whurrrlyburd of unlikely, UNTOUCHABLE heart-wrenching late sixties psychedelia and straight-laced, proto-punk urgency kicked out by a crew of young Harvard hopefuls who play like they are watching their youth rapidly evaporate before their eyes. Too much love for this record. Transports us back to a breezy, feckless London summer where air guitar’ing to Index twice daily felt like the only constant.

ASHBURN COUNTY
SCENES OF DAILY LIFE IN THE RURAL SOUTH
CABINET CURIOUX | LP | £19.99

A new imprint from the brains behind Vrystaete (Brannten Schnure, Interbellum, Brunnen++), Cabaret Curioux opens its account with this limited vinyl edition of a lost, privately distributed CDr by shadowy unheimlich electronics/death-folk moodists Ashburn County, with a sound the label likens to “Morricone on a dark trip or a soundtrack for Carnivale that was rejected because it was too strange.” Maintaining Vrystaete's impeccable standards / nose for outsider genius, its finely wrought beauty/grotesquerie variously reminds us of Sandoz Lab Technicians, Edward Ka-Spel, Andrew Liles’ My Long Accumulating Discontent, Bohren... Makings of an instant classic round these parts. 

FRANS ZWARTJES & LODEWIJK DE BOER / THE FRANKS ZWARTJES SOUNDSYSTEM
MASTERPIECE / SPECTATOR
PURGE | LP | £26.99

Perhaps the brain has undergone further wilting due to the aggressive heatwave which we are currently experiencing, but this, right now, sounds like thee most graceful thing we’ve heard in years! Not all that familiar with Zwarjtes / De Boer or their music and I’m sure there are a million interesting google’able things we could yak about on either one of them, but how can anyone focus on anything else when you hear THIS F*CKING RECORD!

It sounds like Gavin Bryars writing a farewell letter to his loved ones just before Conny Plank ships him off to space for the rest of his puff, it’s perfectly sculpted tones of reciprocal synthesis moving in heavy, theatrical / psychoactive waves that feel less in tune with the typical, distant, fading horizons of similarly poised synthesiser music and dealing more in the palpable drama, pain and ecstasy of the universal present!

Pure greatness here. Not just in the inscrutable beauty of this dusty old antique but in the flip’s contemporary rendition via The Zwarjtes Sound System…Cast aside any scepticism you could be holding re: the tribute band - this piece is one of terminal power!! Seemingly expertly choreographed movements for treated violin and synthesisers that rage and swell like an angry ocean in an immense reverberance set to dwarf all your earthly surroundings, a sense of space so acutely captured in this live recording from the EYE film museum in Amsterdam.

Yeah, if there is too a Frans shaped hole in your art-house know how, this record should act as both a window and an invitation to jump through it. For all that you gain from copping it, the price of admission still stings on this one. It does get some bonus beats for how amazing it looks though - all sorts of fancy paper / printing techniques on show - manages to feel every bit as special as it sounds once it's in your grubby paws…..

Piggy banks and card stock aside - this beast will stand tall next to all your titans of the late night, inner-mind transport zones - Ruth White, Tibor Szezmo, Kosugi, Toniutti ++++ 

 
Incredible, contemporary psychedelic music from New York and the welcome return of Pat Murano’s Decimus guise.

What a return it is! A day-tripper’s delight of slow burning, shape-shifting electronics that channel all the kosmology of Besombes / Rizet or Henri Roger, drifting through ambitious melodic passages and getting repeatedly dusted down in grit kicked out from the grinding mechanicals that hold these two 20 minute epiques together.

Limited to 100 copies, sold out at source. Further psychedelic swamp'age can be found on Murano's recent collaboration with guitarist Tom Carter, which arrived the same time as this beaut.

 

OSSIA FT. OLLIE MOORE
LIVE AT THE BRUNSWICK CLUB
TAPE-ECHO | CS | £7.99

A live recording from Ossia’s Devil’s Dance album launch earlier this year - the final party at the much-loved Brunswick Club, your man's beast of a mixing desk, maze of pedals, sirens and turntable set up in the middle of the subterranean (and carpeted!) skittle alley, with saxophonist Ollie Moore augmenting live takes of album cuts, unreleased material and duppy-stirring, infinity-is-now improvisations. Lucky to get our claws on some copies of this very short run, sold out at source. 

 

JOHN SMITH, SEAN DOWER & JOHM MYLOTTE
THE CURFEW RECORDINGS

HARBINGER SOUND | CD | £11.99

Overrun with archival all-timers this week... Final deadstock CDs of this 80s experimental classik / bonechilling fragment of English industrial culture ! Nearly an hour of unsettling, droning enchantment recorded live in the unimaginably reverberant storage tanks of a disused industrial estate in 1984 when under police curfew. Some real special dirge on offer here. Manages to capture the hopeless, oppressive tone of industrial Britain, briefly numbing your mind before hot-wiring it into a primordial, time-travelling sense of DOOM - the soundtrack to the Peking Man clattering shattered skulls in the caves of Dragon Bone Hill during some undiscovered Stone Age ritual, or something. Christ, it's past my bedtime!!

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