Five new songs from Fulmarine
Petrels, one of which is a Trio cover. This one pushes
the classic rock influence to the forefront and turns the amps all the
way up. This is the
first Fulmarine Petrels record to emphasize a full band sound, bridging
the gap between
their searing live performances and their more eclectic recordings.
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West Scranton's favorite sons
return with LP number five, a record that summons
all the group's strengths to create their most focused, and probably
best, record yet.
Brian Emmert and Nathaniel Kane, the group's two songwriters, are both
in top form
here, each contributing some of their finest material to date. This is
also the
first
recording to feature new member Ray Kline, whose contributions bring a
whole new
level to the ever-evolving DBM sound. A record of domestic turmoil in a paranoid
dystopia.
When was the last time you talked to your body?
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Dice Island are an improvisational duo from Luzerne County. Their debut
is a
collection of soundscapes that expand and flourish, often until the
tape runs out.
Structure is incidental; long stretches of freeform noise will
occasionally gel
into a familiar pop structure, only to shatter apart moments later.
Polyrhythms
and subtly evolving repetitious phrases weave in and out of a tapestry
of drones
and tape hiss. This is music to celebrate the here
and now; it's about capturing
and documenting the results of two minds
temporarily melding into one.
Primarily
focused on spontaneous improvisation, their debut also
includes an early long
distance collaboration.
Contains a second disc of bonus material.
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Like a rave tent at 3 a.m. slowly spiralling into a vortex, the
centerpiece here
is a slowly unraveling rhythmic pulse, a communal ecstacy slowly giving
way
to an introverted nightmare. After two releases of ambient, pastoral
bliss, Tender
In The Night is the next step
in the evolution of the Honeybear Forest sound. We
like where this trip is headed...
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Obvious Dolphin is Brooklyn
native Thomas Abrams, previously known for his
involvement with Strand of Oaks, Kimya Dawson, and the criminally
ignored Louch,
among others. His
latest recording, ODes, is a
hushed, subtle affair, perfect for dark
rooms and
late night drives. A level of intimacy seldom attained on record
prevails
throughout. Disarmingly honest folk for fans of Neil Young, Wilco, et
al.
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Listening to feelingextrovert is like rummaging through the belongings
of a
recently deceased relative and discovering a private world that you
were never
meant to be given the key to. A collection of sound experiments
recorded over
an extended period, here at last assembled into a cohesive whole.
Brilliant,
playful, curious, and occassionally a bit sinister, this is
transcendental
electronic music for those of us who believe that some sort of higher
plane
can be attained through sound.
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The second offering from Honeybear Forest is a collection of four short
ambient
pieces that run the gamut from jarring to soothing. Bookended by two
more
aggressive pieces, the middle section is pure bliss, perfect for a
(really short)
meditation session. Primarily electronic, the wonder of Honeybear
Forest's music
is its ability to evoke such organic images; lakes, trees, and rolling
hills flicker
across the mind's eye as the music continues to shift and evolve.
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Girls Galore seems to exist somewhere in between real life and the world of
dreams; at times, maybe even between life and death itself. In any event, their
sound draws from a wide range of influences to create something
entirely their
own, beautiful and grave. Hazy, damaged glam rock and apocalyptic folk
drift
side by side through an ether of discorporated souls. The main force
behind
Girls Galore is Rob Lepkoski, previously known as the explosive drummer
for The Green Chair, Doses, Das Black Milk, The Marshmallow Staircase,
and so on. Sleepy Creep
establishes Lepkoski as a staggeringly talented
songwriter, as well as a meticulous producer. Can't recommend this one
highly enough!
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Debut full-length from Pittston, PA's Fulmarine Petrels. Mostly a solo
affair,
though a few folks drop in to lend a hand, Yes No Minutes Seconds traffics in
pop hooks and huge riffs, blown up and rearranged into something
strange, yet
familiar. Blown out drums, buzzing synths, massive guitars, circuit-bent keyboards
and obsolete sequencers fill the air with a dense fog of noise. While
difficult to
pin down and label at any given moment, the album works best as a
cohesive whole,
which in itself is a damn rare thing these days.
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Carrying on in the tradition of such great bands as Beat Happening and
The
Vaselines, My Dad Is A Dinosaur play pop music that comes from someplace
innocent and child-like, music that touches something deep inside the
listener and makes them see the world in a different way. All of their
albums
deal with a specific subject; this time around, it's all about
friendship. Some
really powerful stuff here; no kidding when we say that some of the best
pop songs ever written can be found on this record. Absolutely
essential!
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Some thoughts on alternate histories: what if instead of getting old
and tired
after Some Girls, Mick and
Keef got really into Joy Division, PiL, The
Gun Club,
and The Stooges? What if Brian Jonestown Massacre wasn’t completely
full of shit?
What if Primal Scream recorded Vanishing
Point in a humid bedroom with
dogs
running around? Das Black Milk is here not to give you the answers to
those
questions, but to keep you from asking them ever again because they're
all
fucking retarded questions.
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The
debut release from Honeybear Forest is the sound of a drifting,
shimmering
landscape; the sound of peaceful
isolation; the sound of being home, warm,
smoking a cigarette,
and drifting off, thinking about the sunset. A seamless blend
of the electronic and the organic, this is the perfect soundtrack to a
lost weekend,
if you ever plan on getting lost inside your own head.
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Four songs about ivory
tower castaways, murderers,
and drug dealers. As this
is a Fulmarine Petrels record, it's not easy to describe what you're
getting
yourself into; this is perhaps their sparsest effort, with
instrumentation for
the most part kept to a bare minimum, but stylistically it's as vague
as ever,
with minor key dirges and subversive electronic pop battling for space.
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