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We dread the barber, you know? Keep that shit long and lustrous, baby! Fear the "Scissor People!" If you're gonna get it cut, keep those DNA fibers in a plastic bag, son! Hair, the short long-player. Ty Segall & White Fence, the mohawk of mind-melds. It's a collab cut, the latest fade. Hair is in style, solid like your cow lick, the thing that's born on you. Look at it, looking at you, "Take Time." Feel it on your head and body, now... (read more)

Life rules a bunch: Black Bananas are in season! Can't look anywhere without seeing some Black Bananas paraphernalia, some wicked press shot, vanity 7", or a sick new video, like dis one for "My House!" "My House" bouncin' on some gangsta hydraulics, "My House" wailing at the spiritual vortex- mi casa es su casa, homie! Put on some leather, make sure it's tasseled, and start smoking again, cause Black Bananas are about to hit the road, bringing their living room to... (read more)

Kids these days, making records with their 4 tracks, their cell phones, their Mboxes... lest we remind you of some of the gay 90s pioneers for such experimental recordings? You know them as arena-style rockers today, but back when they were little muppet-baby types, David Berman, Stephen Malkmus and Bobby Nastanovich used to get fucked up after fucking up their day jobs and make songs, which they wrote by playing onto cassettes and microtapes via innovative studio techniques like direct to boombox and answering... (read more)

At Drag City, we're on a mission to make the things we know you want. Usually, we make the thing we know you want in multiple formats so as to effectively cover the duality of your mind and the poles of your personality. Just cause one shoe fits don't mean the pants will, too, right? Are you with us? Perhaps not, but we'll get you there! For years, Drag City has published books in the traditional formats, both hard- and soft-covers as well as two... (read more)

We are shocked and deeply disappointed to post this notice: Cynthia Dall passed away at her home in Sacramento last Thursday.

Cynthia was a muse that crossed over into actual-artist-dom. Her self was her original art, a spirit and image that was inspirational on first sight. The '90s were a great time to start playing music when you didn't really know the first thing about it other than you liked it, and Cynthia was able to use her unique abilities along with her incredible energy... (read more)

We live in a world of non-duality. Things that seem separate, though distinct, are actually connected, as one, with the universe. We're set to release the new album from OM, Advaitic Songs, this coming July. Advaitic Songs is distinct from, yet linked with, 2009's God Is Good - while it maintains the singularity of purpose that informs the core sound of OM, every element of Advaitic Songs reaches further than before - it's the band's most focused, expansive, and imaginative document to... (read more)

Sweet Billy Callahan, he moves us like we've never had a movement before. Where'd he come from, so fully formed and with this cover of Mickey Newbury's "Heaven Help The Child?" More or less, he came from our world, a world fit for discharging ripping cover versions of classics from another era, just as hot as if they were new Calla-riginals. Yep, his is one side of a 7-inch that includes the hard-to-beat Mickey original take on the other. That... (read more)

Like a snake charmer, Sir Richard Bishop works his six-string with some element of magic we can't quite explain but by which we are whole-heartedly hypnotized. Be it with the poly-guitarral sounds of Polytheistic Fragments or the ethno-thematic Freak Of Araby vibes, not to mention the enduring deepness of previous solo endeavors and Sun City Girls explorations, the Bishop's output is mesmerizing, confounding, hilarious and basically just downright punk-fried amazing. It's a way of life for him, you know? Since it kills us (and... (read more)

Ah, the sweet scent of opium runs deep through your l'il immersion den. Lest the iron pigs intimidate, in these environs it's natural to experience love like a rondo - the theme's vivacious, to be repeated again and again in the key of your subscribed tonic, dear cousin. Crystalline projections, silkily sulfuric and veining in the strata of your frontal lobus, coalesce like gypsum just behind the structure of your eyes, evaporating in the misty liquid of the open air. Breathe deeply, suck it in!... (read more)

BACK FROM THE SHADOWS

The world is still and quiet – did someone die? No, but that doesn’t mean we’re all not dying anyway. As March goes out like a sleeping lion on the lam, we here at the Drag City are quiet too – quietly fuming with jealousy over the three out of four weeks of the month where other records on other labels come out instead of ours. What’s up with those weeks, what’s their fucking deal? Why do they keep coming around... (read more)