Smudgy existential electronics / pristine minimal jazz with a furtive, fugitive feel…the sound of seeing out your retirement in some anodyne lakeside spa resort, nailing endless schnapps to ward off memories of that unspeakable (but accidental, you swear it!) crime you committed…
From gardens where we feel insecure! In Figurines, across a dozen elegiac, sighing song-dreams of innocence and experience, The Doozer conjures a mental allotment whose very seclusion and orderliness acts as some kinda portal to the infinite… The Doozer -…
Absolutely TYPICAL that our long-gestating Businesslunch! comp should materialise at a time when everyone’s business, and lunch, is under unforeseen threat… Savage titular irony aside, this all-you-can-eat international buffet / meat-raffle / disasterpiece - which actually came together late last…
Nggggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Supremely hungover, red-eyed-and-can't-quite-be-arsed but utterly LIFE-AFFIRMING bedroom/loner-pop masterpiece from the Itchy Bugger. May this record bless your miserable existence like it has ours. Songs that somehow combine punk concision and psychedelic whimsy with a fluency accessible only to THE…
***Slight production delay! Shipping later this week.*** Ta-da! Having failed to get as much as a flyer printed to promote our birthday all day-er last Sunday, we DID manage to throw together, with love and lightning speed, a 13-track CD-R compilation…
"IT’S HAPPENING TO YOU, AGAIN…" Lovelorn, tranq’d-out, majestically understated rok y roll lullabies and dub-pocked, acid-damaged, pain’-it-dark drone-punk from Robert P. of Heavy Metal and Muscle Barbie++, coming over like some celestial 4AM face-off between George Harrassment, The Great Unwashed and…
The third release on our shop label is a city-as-garden dream-vision rendered in cut-glass Sprechgesang, elegantly mouldering chamber music and uniquely sensitive, minimal electronics. Fragments of the antique/pastoral instrumentation that characterised Katie Rich and Christian Schoppik’s previous work as Brannten…
Pristine rhythm and blooz for fugitive hearts from David C. Gray and Guy Gormley, recorded round the corner from the shop. The Word’s sleek, synthetic urban pastorals collapse the space between the OCD pop geometries of Pyrolator, the opaque art-ache of…
“The freak's flyin solo.” Basically Josh from DIÄT and Heavy Metal wrote some songs and then recorded them on 4-track over a few loooong nights last summer with the help of a wheezing drum-machine and fellow HM mensch Robert. He…
New Zealand’s intimist pop quartet Entlang weren’t with us for very long – a few years during the 1990s, and then they were done. In that time, the group, an offshoot of now-féted noise-pop group The Garbage & The Flowers,…