If we could, we'd never stop bringing Death to you. Who wouldn't? A group of African-American brothers, who played hard/punk-rock in total obscurity in mid-70s Detroit, only to be discovered and celebrated 25 years later when a box of their 7" record, very few of which were made to begin with, entered the trader-scum market? WHAT! But you've seen the doc, right? If you haven't, flip on A Band Called Death - and after seeing that, you'll probly want to rock For the Whole World... (read more)

Gosh, the last six months have seen a dubble load of Bill Callahan, ever since he dumped Dream River and dropped it's dubbed out companion LP, Have Fun With God (plus the "Expanding Dub" 12", you completest!). Having graced the USA with a Dream River tour last fall, he's all set now to make a real splash in Europe, where he'll tour for the next month or so of time infinite. Dream River was voted by many as album of the... (read more)

It's only mid-day and we're drunk - with the sound of New Bums! Coincidentally, they're drunk, too! Not only that, but while we prefer to lie hidden within the shadows of our intoxication, New Bums revel in the opportunity to expose themselves to any voyeur looking for a thrill. Hence, a new video! Cosy up with Messrs. Chasny and Quinn as they deliver "The Killers and Me," a noir-ish expedition into the New Bums' nightlife. Is it a party, or a... (read more)

Saddle up! Bonnie 'Prince' Billy regularly dons a fancy hat or two while riding, clamped on tight so that it don't fly off when he makes those unexpected right and left turns that his fans love so very much. This man-myth is shrouded in more mystery than perhaps even he can solve, and we're listening close, waiting for another veil to drop. Yet, underneath the layers, Bonny rides, like the rest of us, naked -but unlike the rest of us, unafraid. It's this "natural" appeal... (read more)

It's only been four months since the new CAVE album, and already CAVE has toured heavily and heartily through North America on the back of Threace. It was to be expected; Threace is their densest batch of jams yet to be released, not to mention their most danceable. A difficult balancing act for listener's ears, best to demonstrate to them in person. So CAVE's own backyard of America was cleaned up before taking their ever expanding depth of field to the other side of... (read more)

Some of the softest and strangest sounds ever to arrive at our door step were also the most welcomed, and they come from a group known as Woo. Emboldened and emblazoned by the success of the recent reissue of It's Cosy Inside, Mark and Clive Ives, the nucleus of Woo, had a listen to hundreds of previously unreleased tracks recorded in the 70s and 80s to assemble their first new record in two decades, an album ripe with addictive and (deceptively) airy... (read more)

What's up with Sophia Knapp, you wonder? We're still jamming Into The Waves as regularly as the cycles of the moon and the night tide (and so should you, if you haven't - be at one with your planet, before it's too late!), but girl's got waves crashing elsewhere, too, well worth a mention! Like, specifically, her sojourn to Brazil, wherein Sophia spent her time realigning with the elements and, in turn, creating a new E.P.'s -worth of material. When a sound is made... (read more)

Around the biz, it's well known that most celebrities have quirky little fetishes: Kristen Stewart and her armpit licking, Richard Gere and his gerbils, Heather Mills and her stump. Then there's Fred Armisen, who gets his kicks with ear play - by listening to obscure records, of course! Fred's got an immaculately curated collection of them, one we felt should naturally be shared with others. So with great pleasure, we introduce a new 7" single series dedicated to regional music stars of decades... (read more)

Your head...it's a locked door - but Dead Rider's got the key. And Chills On Glass is sliding it open.

Chills On Glass, Dead Rider's third ride, juxtaposes high and low values - serious playing, danceablity, controlled-outcomes experimentation, and don't-give-a-fuck rad-itude. The fantasy of Dead Rider is akin to the spectacle of a night on the town, gliding through the darkness while thrust up, out of the limousine's sunroof. Scribble, confetti and other sonic details rain down like snow, providing... (read more)