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IAN WATSON - Menschenfleisch (A3 Screen Print)

Please support our friend, Cardiff based artist Ian Watson by purchasing his art! This wonderful piece was commissioned for the Menschenfleisch cassette box set (still available below), and cannot give a higher recommendation for this Ian's extraordinary illustrations.

"Signed and numbered by the artist. This screen print was produced by painting the image directly onto the screen, and hand pulled in an edition of Just 10. Due to this method there will be slight variances in prints. The ink is a hand mixed acrylic and the paper is A3 sized acid-free 180gsm cartridge paper. Prints will be shipped flat with stiff board in a cello sleeve and mailer.
I try to pack an extra gift with each print sold." - Ian Watson/Psychic Attack

Only £15, Buy direct from the artist at http://psychicattack.bigcartel.com/

*****DISTRO ITEM*****

Phantomhead N.22 - DSIC/THAW - SPLIT (CASSETTE)

"Dsic occupies all of side one with his six-part odyssey into ‘Alcohol Depression’, employing a variety of methods and textures to generate his wild and extreme electronic music. Earlier records from him were like a roller-coaster or juggernaught as regards their out-of-control behaviour; this set may not have the same relentless impetus, but it’s deliciously oppressive, creating a mood of angsty despair not through shrouded mystery drone, but through disjointed crackling, swooping bursts, and constant digital throbberment nibbling away at the core of your aural capacity like three big white rats. Given the title, could turn out to be the ultimate hangover record, and its therapeutic value means it will soon pay for itself. Thaw’s ‘Untitled’ side shows him opting for two long tracks of grim digital fizzitude, where he cranks the handle on time’s metaphysical hurdy-gurdy and seals the fate of millions. A fatalistic and doomy burr is what he emanates to be sure, cut through with irregular patterns that resemble the wheezing inhalations of a ferocious ogre whose slow-burn grudge against mankind is on the verge of erupting into violent revenge. Dsic gets his musical oar in here too, contributing a remix of the third track which was assembled from parts of a previous Phantomhead release." - Ed Pinsent, The Sound Projector

LF022 - dsic - Boredom (CDR)

Three tracks of stone dead electronic noise from Bristol's dsic. The CDR is the result of a Bang The Bore forum mail trade project from early 2011, whereby 20 UK sound artists produced an album and sent the results to the 19 other participants. 'Boredom' orbits one deeply processed long-form composition with brutalized harsh snarls and fed-back audio demolition over a decayed harmonic mantra. Zonal explorations in industrial wasteland refuse and crackle act as props for a frazzled scrape and drone. The sad journey is bookended in loop form because boredom is the only eternal and nothing else outlives. Only a few available.

LF018 - Non Ferric Memories - Live at Joey's Basement (CDR)

Second ever live gig by psychic avenger duo Non-Ferric Memories. 100% witching hour sounds birthed deep in the basement of Joey Chainsaw. Dank weird unit out of Swindon no less who are totally aware of the lay-line configuration of Wiltshire and have been known to cause said energy foci to bend at will. I saw the temporal shift myself when they hit Bristol one sultry evening (see LF015), causing the architecture of the pub to melt at the same frequency as their cackled howls. They’ll move you in degrees of decades forward or backwards in space/time, pretty much obliterating all reason and logic in the search for the parallel tongue.

While I wasn’t there when this was put to the magnetic, one participant of the evening (by all account you couldn’t help but participate) called it a ‘marriage ceremony of spite and seduction’. The disconnected TV in the corner of the basement was said to have come alive mid-gig with ‘some crude & grainy images transmitted from the local mortuary and the Wetherspoons next door’. Post-gig, observers reported a spinning disc in the sky above the town, repeated sightings of a ghostly amnesiac and an un-attributable fugue lasting for days. Like I said, I wasn’t there, but I can vouch that this cdr will give yer telepathic transportation to these savage and foreign lands and alter your bodily crystalline structure for the duration.

If Bristol has anything approaching an underground sound poster-boy, it may very well be Matt Loveridge. That said, this kid is barely out of short-trousers – and with a bewildering array of projects both solo and collaborative (as Team Brick, as BEAK>, as Yoshi!, as Klad Hest… et-fuckin-cetera) he already a proven, endless mother-lode of liquid ear goo dripping from these tepid West-Country skies.

When Head of Acquisitions here at lf towers notified me that Matt had signed a 15-album deal with the corporation I gotta say I was shocked and elated – like what’d this do to the employee stock option? Could I safely retire seaside? The answer is  ‘hell yeh and with glacé cherries’ – what was delivered is the vision-tone of GNAR HEST, described by the boss-man as ‘sick party-insect bro-drone split outfit’.  That’s a pretty rad and accurate description if you ask moi. Some of you mugs might file this under synth-tune or some other withering post-Gen Y genre, take it from me, you’re way out of line and off-decade. This is the modern dance, like Lady Oneohtrix Ga-Ga, flashmobs and footwork. WTF? Put this shit on over your lame-o Daft Punk soundtrack and speed deeper into the grid, barreling towards eternity, non-existence as harsh as is…

One track (20 minute) 3” mini-CDR in micro-DVD case. Limited to 50 copies worldwide.

Oh. Memories of that night now etch-o-sketched on my grey matter and then pressed direct from my human slime onto cdr. That was a real steamer and stinker of a summer evening, poor AC combined with nervous sweats + four units from the South-West crammed into The Croft front room = mass attrition. Joinedbywire wrestle drones and voices into a slamming chemical/toxic mixture unfit for rat consumption but essential for human wellbeing. Non-Ferric Memories conjure a lovechild of Max Ernst & Mad Magazine, an unaccountably ODDBALL psyche-world of mutant fold-ins. Little Creature as hoodlum priest & opera star lost in a shifting/howling swamp world. Skjølbat try to cool the average room temperature with alchemical string and metal improv only to turn the whole crew into joyful mercury puddles.

A righteous and right-on evening documented via two hand-sprayed cdr's in a mini DVD case with full colour punked art.

Review of the night in WORDS

There is NO WAY OUT OF THE SINKHOLE CHIEF… as you disappear into the glug glug of sand liquefaction you get the final flash of your life before death, but it’s MEAN. There ain’t no memories of your family, or your children or your loved ones - there is only a blast of the worst sapient culture detritus you couldn’t hope to imagine (why this shit, and why me?) and some impressions you can’t get a mental fixture on. Now the grit is down your throat and you’re going under. Life is merciless, and death is the infinite dream.

Home electronics/depression/putrification. Edition of 20.

Fleshy chunks of the finest stew cooked up by a couple of my favourite droogs in UK noise today. Betty works four movements of emotional distress and hypno warble that instantly makes you motion-sick as fuck. Everything is bent backwards, slipping forwards and moving via 6 dimensions instantaneously. Little Creature drops a solvent abusers wet dream - i.e. something that makes life worth living a day longer while you sit in heavy rainfall in a fetid alleyway hovel (stinking of piss, cause you've soiled yourself). The Creature side is also complete with some downer songwriting styles (non art-fag Wreck Small Speakers on Expensive Stereos vibes perhaps?). Decide for yourself.

One of those tar melting days, with Guinness and cider at the Hot Flesh Pit, Bedminster/South Bristol. Dogs unleashed, high velocity synth/noise & gulag vox. Power electronix failures and all kinda crazed coming together feelings tempered with general fear and end-of-world collapse. This was spewed out, grey vomit like onto the studio floor and mixed well with sweat/beer and other fluid leakage. Menschenfleisch is Anton Maiof (Geisha, Antoni Maiovvi), Greg Godwin (dsic, Xulsigiae) and Nick Talbot (Bronnt Industries Capital, Gravenhurst). Recorded in summer 2009. Packaged as 2xC30 cassette in box set with artwork by Ian Watson.

Please note additional shipping costs on this one due to size/weight.

Postal Zone UK £6.00 Europe £7.00 World £8.00

Menschenfleisch in duo action live crowd-sourced bootleg (@ The Croft in Bristol 'warming punters' for Emeralds & Pain Jerk). Hyper-low expectation fidelity. Who the fuck are Menschenfleisch? Accursed scum traders is what - dagger buddies, mongo escape artists and NOT musicians. These guys work latrines for a living and make sound to RELAX rather than pay the bills. Deep recession feelings best left alone. 3" mini CDR.

STEREO CASSETTE:::::::::::::::: 90 MINUTES OF CAUSTIC NOISE, CRUSHING GUITAR AND ILLBIENT SOUNDSCAPES INCLUDES:::::::::::::::::::::::::: WRAPPING MADE FROM 1 OF 4 LUMINESCENT POSTERS AND 1 OF 2 MINIATURE FABRIC TRANSFERS LIMITED EDITION OF 50

Note that all purchasers will recieve a free link to download the tape in mp3 format too.

In the space between the known dimensions, the subtle geometry of the human mind is inverted. Gaping Caverns and thunderous waterways replace the logical synapses, and a liminal state is applied to all objects and persons. The universal OM so familiar to our own ears is replaced by a frozen soundway slab, elephantine and total. This is a tyranny of possibilities at the limits of understanding - thank the almighty that our gooey brains have yet to transverse the gateway fully.

Joinedbywire were a trio formed in Bath, Somerset in 2002 and quickly cut their teeth with a dual guitar/drum instrumental racket that resulted with one gig and one favourable review. These matter-of-fact histories aside, Joinedbywire appear to have channelled those trans-dimensional zones with Black Axis 1-4 , tearing chunks of masonry and limestone from the bolted gateway of the unknown. Four tracks of emergency wail, voice & noise & wave theory lie within. It’s hard to describe the totality of this recording, other than overly pedestrian description of a ‘big fat wall of aural decimation’.

Black Axis 1-4 was recorded at the time of the tragic death of Joinedbywire guitarist Sara (her spoken word vocal can be heard throughout the second track) and is dedicated to her memory. This is a major work from the underground South-West sound scene and it’s a pleasure to be releasing this cdr on lf records.

Packaged in a hand-stamped silver or gold design (specify which you want if you want) and strictly limited.

Live recording of a really awesome max/msp workout by mysterious West-Country bod Garnett James.  The beauty of G.J.s pieces is that they run equally hot at either loud or low from your home stereo system as the dynamics are knife-sharp. This album would probably fit under the ‘lowercase sound’ bracket back in the old days , but it’s something much better than that genre suggests – full of microprocessed offworld drone, disabled industrial cutups and blasts of computer noise it’s a total winner. Sounds to me like INA-GRM taken over by a host of arachnids – yeah, that much menace and whatthehell?.

Edition of 50 handmade w/ black card casing.

Thought you had a grip on the whole New Zealand free noise/drone/freak scene? You best think again. Duncan Bruce (aka Rahmane) has been a shadowy figure on this edge-of-the-world noise steppe for the past decade. He’s hit downtime with the likes of Armpit, skronked heavy with Crude and layed down solo sax dervish rotations that have split skulls and flayed the skin offa legions of hornless infidels. Recordings are tough to track (Bruce has previous releases on Veglia and Freedom From), but New Glass Tapu is a fresh divination from the depths – 9 tracks of free jizz and radiation burn in the form of reed scouring feedback, decomposed electronics, piano blindness and astral drone. Sounds like some deep long lost 60’s freakout document recorded in the Rif and buried in a stale veil of opium/djinn haze. As with the best produce from these antipodes, this sounds a trillion miles out-there.

The cdr features team-ups between Bruce and talents of Clayton ‘CJA’ Noone (Armpit, The Futurians), Tim Cornelius (Sandoz Lab Technicians) and Lee Noyes (Wolfskull/Behemothaur) I’m ultra-excited to be releasing this cut of love from the man, it’s an ecstatic joy and hopefully fills in some more gaps in the labyrinthine story of the modern NZ sound thing.

100 copies, clamshell pack with shattered Glass Tapu art on cdr face.

Co-released with Phantomhead Recordings.

Western thunder blast! This is a very special wintertime mail collaboration between Cardiff’s Ian Watson (Sound of Aircraft Attacking Britain) and Bristol based dsic. Watson provided oddball mixer feedback outings and the results were churned/regurgitated back in Bristol nether-regions. The resulting dirge was split into two short sessions, the first easy/sleazy, the second as eyeball surgery. Phantom Dsic strays into some killer feedbacker territories and skuzz computing/electronics. The Phantom Scum cdr treads heavy water with cyclonic blasts of noise mayhem. Blackened vibes of doom ambient and digital gash bang heads in the best possible way. This should thoroughly dispel the vibes of West Country/Welsh mellow good-times.

Disc one comes in black as ash card-packaging with weirdo digital-realist gloss art. Disc two in an obsidian-mirror clamshell, just like John Dee intended. Limited to 50 copies.

Shit man, this is Love City. L-O-V-E. Wretched drones formed from nebula slaughter in the form of tonal clipping and hazy electronics. A strange mixture of composed overtones and freedom power-processing. This one has been a long time coming, full length and full of smoke and mirrors. Sits halfway between punk noise and soporific badtime ambient. Features some M.O.R. rock too… hand dyed/stamped cdr and baby-blue card cover. over 50 minutes of sound.

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limited edition 3" cdr. Static jumps and sound spikes, wallpaper peeling blasts of computer music. Bad news desktop music, frozen streaming media and furious shit. really.

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New Year cheers and all that, this is a soundtrack for the upcoming recession. Just under 20 minutes of electronics, heavier metals than quicksilver, and strange radio diabolism. Strictly limited to 17 copies, all that will ever be pressed into service – comes with feral inkjet cover and strangeart mini-cd goodness. dsic plays computer/effects.

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Planned as the first in a series of quiet recordings, but fails big-time. Juiced up machine wrangling and live sounds, some are heavy deal, others a lighter nod to electronic ambient music, in usual cack-handed style. Not much good to sleep to, but probably an excellent soundtrack for paramedics. 

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Statistical anomalies with hexed NASA transmissions, Operating System Crowleymass via stasis, crumbling glitch worship, tangents and pathways to future self. Several chemical methods have been employed in an attempt to produce uniform ceramic powders... 8 tracks of various function, heavy card + sprayed cdr. Limited as usual.

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Short but sweet collection of micro-processed vibrations and equations from Bristol based computer-music maven. Heavy juiced and harshly composted sounds made in the upstairs lockup. He can see something of the world outside through the crack in the brickwork, but has no intention of interacting with it. What the real intention of this sound is – well, we can’t be certain. Recycled and sprayed cases. Limited to 17.

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