Blurry guitars, sea-legged rhythms, somnolent tempo - must be Mick Turner! Last November, we released Mick Turner’s post-rock opera masterpiece, Don’t Tell The Driver and Mick isn’t quite done being “The Navigator.” To reach the exalted next-level listening experience that Don’t Tell The Driver warrants, Mick has graced us with a brand new video for one of it's elegant songs, “Sometimes!” Caroline Kennedy-McCracken’s breathtaking vocals are accompanied by equally as striking Mick-strumentation, as well as visuals courtesy of the Melbourne sea-side, bringing... (read more)

It's been awhile since we've heard from The Red Krayola - but then again, it's been awhile since they've heard from US too, hasn't it now? It seems like longer than just six months back that we pumped back into the "marketplace" (such as it is) new vinyl copies of their long-OOP albums Coconut Hotel and Hazel along with a first-ever pressing of the compilation Singles. In the absence of new music from The Red Krayola, those have gone a long way to... (read more)

He's the Singer, he sings with the la-la. Where his voice goes, no one knows. The spotlight shines whether he's onstage or all alone. In a room below the surface, surrounded by piles of gorge and clutter destined for the junkyard, he plugs in and looks into your eyes - or where your eyes should be - and he sings. Ty Segall sings "The Singer," and his strums bring you into the room there with him, summoning the spirit of the Ty Segall... (read more)

You asked for it, so you got it; wait, what did you ask for, specifically? Right - a bound copy of select Bill Callahan and Smog lyrics pair'd with over a hundred, never-before-seen ink-wash images by the artist, man and myth himself? Check and double-check, mate! I Drive A Valence is all revved up and ready for you to ride inside it's tantalizing array of emotional and situational intrigue. The nuances and ambiguities within plain-spoke expression are at the exquisite center of Callahan's gift,... (read more)

How do you harness the fence that extends as infinitely as the one that Tim "White Fence" Presley has thrown up for our listening pleasures? It's a magical construction,  surrounding us and nearly consuming us at all times, the posts and slats ever widening, ever multiplying. And yet, as music White Fence can reside safely inside your psychic heart without causing compartmentalization or damage; rather, it's a giver of sick comfort, enlightenment, alignment. Y'know - love and all that. A tension akin to... (read more)

With the story of The Source Family out there, both as the subject of an acclaimed book and documentary film (as well as an ongoing series of rare, never-before-released recordings), it’s time to turn the light back on the records that made this whole thing a story in the first place. In the 1990s, it was a revelation to discover that there was a series of records made by a hippie cult led by a big Santa Claus-looking guy named Father Yod. More so... (read more)