| Date Added | Artist | Title | Format | Price | Label |
| Details "Live document of a mid-summer house party show with Tent City (communal rural free- clatter), Quintana Roo, Black Monk (low-end drone with free drumming), and Haunted Castle (heavy suitcase noise, Detroit-style)."
| 9/17/2006 |
Dry Tribes |
Live in Tempe, AZ |
CDR |
$6.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Misery wears many masks, but Tulare, California fatalist JON BORGES has etched his mark on most of them. For at least half a decade he's pursued increasingly suicidal tendencies under his PEDESTRIAN DEPOSIT guise (which is currently on hiatus), splicing subdued loops of morbid beauty against savage canyons of harsh noise histrionics. Lately, though, he's been straying more and more from this aggressive exercise in contrasts in favor of his EMACIATOR alias, which draws from the same dark wellspring of bitter memories and bipolar rage but, instead of unleashing it in grand frenzies, bottles everything up inside until it seeps out the pores. Early efforts/cassettes retained a strain of buzzing nausea reminiscent of his PD days, but the last 12 months have witnessed a complete abandonment of any ties to the past. Times are still bleak, sure, but the gray prisms of brooding ambience Borges now conjures and slowly collapses convey a depth of mood and subtlety far surpassing simple signifiers like Indifference, Resentment, Remorse. Coveting collects together five exquisite Emaciator compositions (including two particularly riveting songs that were debuted live at Echo Curio last winter) for a harrowing 40 minutes of troubled solace, crisscrossing suicide guitar lines, and entranced self-reflection. Meditation is a myth; desire does not sleep. Black vinyl LPs in shrink wrapped jackets with layout by Borges, Edition of 430."
| 10/25/2008 |
Emaciator |
Coveting |
LP |
$16.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Last year's Mystic Induction LP captured PDX wah junkies Eternal Tapestry at their hairiest hour, awash in color trails and nightshade flashbacks. Since then they've reverted back to their original power trio line-up, circled the tube amps, and written a fresh, flooring set of brand new electric rippers. And The Invisible Landscape is the fruit of this from-bliss-to-blistering evolution/revolution. It's packed deep with six kraut-punk psych-shredders, huffing fumes from the twin guitar hero dogfighting of Dewey Mahood and Nick Bindeman while drum demon Jed Bindeman does barrel rolls and nosedives into the eye of the storm. There's also a rawness and warmth to the production that helps the songs bleed into the ear with more electricity than before, and the riff/vocals interplay is streamlined for optimum mainlining. A fiery high point for a fiery high band. Hit it or quit it. Randomly colored LPs (hues range from silt grey to swamp green and beyond) in pro-printed jackets with art by the band plus a photocopied insert. Edition of 500."
| 9/17/2009 |
Eternal Tapestry |
The Invisible Landscape |
LP |
$13.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Two storied USA duo institutions share war stories across twelve miles of raw wax, and the rest of us are lucky enough to eavesdrop. Missoula, Montana's Ex-Cocaine continue roping that weird rambling wind that seems to stir the soul and keep America mellow, and the pair of anthems they jam out here encapsulates the whole breadth of their sea-to-shining-sea cosmosis. Plainsong guitar lassoes around loose-limbed percussion flame-fanning, building and burning till a boss bonfire glows on the horizon, then they close out the side with a ragged and earnest Meat Puppets cover that's become a live staple of late. Real and roamin'. On the B, Yellow Swans channel a supreme slice of psychedelic eulogy that cuts twice as deep with the knowledge that after many a summer (they birthed in 2002-ish) dies the Swan. Pete and Gabe's DYS saga has spanned the decade and their impending non-existence will be lamented all over the world, so the more 11th hour record books they want to stencil with their electric synergies, the better for all of us. R.I.P.eace out. In a stunning "sexy legs" kaleidoscopic masterpiece art jacket by Religious Knife Maya Miller. Half on bleached olive vinyl, half on black. Edition of 600."
| 4/20/2008 |
Ex-Cocaine / Yellow Swans |
split |
LP |
$13.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Wild brain-pillaging from this xxxtremely fried destructo unit from Austin, TX. Beyond in-the-red, in some other color, physical mayhem streaked with patches of junked space rock. In radical double-sided full-color J-card artwork by main man Spencer Longo. Edition of 128."
| 11/21/2009 |
Expensive Shit |
Powwow With Copper |
cassette |
$5.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Crushing new full-length by this legendary Danish drone squad. 2 massive side-long black holes, mastered by Pete Swanson of Yellow Swans. Hand-numbered edition of 450."
| 8/4/2007 |
Family Underground |
Riven |
LP |
$11.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "A pair of implosion constructs from Denmark's finest and Eagle Rock's vaguest. Originally conceived for the Quintana/Underground doomed west coast tour dates, but car rental hostilities and passport chaos shot the drone team scheme dead. Alas. At any rate: the single still stands. 'Vengeance Valley' finds FU at their most steeped-in-dread, channeling Spahn Ranch brainwash kill vibes into rumbling black hills of bad acid alchemy. Pure murder magick. Q Roo's 'Horses Neck' wanders its own Death Valley nothingness, loses contact/control, and carves slow sigils in the sand. A hovering aura of desert oblivion. Black vinyl 7 inches in hand-numbered, hand-screened grey cardstock jackets with skull-rider/ancient ruins cover art. Limited to 300."
| 9/18/2006 |
Family Underground / Quintana Roo |
Vengeance Valley b/w Horses Neck |
7" |
$6.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Another hazy Sam Meringue (Explorers, Matrix Metals) project. This is probably a vinyl reissue of the Smoke Opera cassette released in 2008 by Outer Limits Recordings.... but these are uncertain times we're living in. Bright pink neon sign vinyl housed in a printed inner sleeve."
| 7/16/2010 |
Foxy Baby |
Smoke Opera |
LP |
$14.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Read the news: times are grave. So is this black-on-black 10-inch of wretched hallow's eve spook-noise. HAUNTED CASTLE are a suburban Detroit duo of tortured basement clatter and poltergeist attack thrash, and their song here is a cauldron of psychic evil and wraith frenzy. Easthampton's GREY SKULL are a bit more physical, starting a skeleton brawl with harsh tones, seizure shriek, and occult war drums. Packaged with insane screen printed, die-cut sleeves with faux spider webs and assorted spooky stuff."
| 2/11/2006 |
Grey Skull / Haunted Castle |
split |
10" |
$17.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Wild collaborative LP by these 2 deep psych visionaries. One side is a studio collab merging HW's pummeling psych-frenzy with cascading waves of IO-keyboard bliss. The other side is a rare, unhinged live recording of the single time these outfits ever performing together...imagine HW with a freaked out lead singer. Strange and great." "A stunning, crazy, radical joining-of-forces between our favorite instrumental psych-light power trio and our favorite west coast private voice dreamer, a full 3 years in the making. one side is a wild live collab from a 2006 brooklyn performance, the other is a 2008 studio creation. the best of both worlds. mastered by james plotkin."
| 5/31/2009 |
Heavy Winged & Inca Ore |
Ring Mining |
LP |
$15.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Pyramidal meditationist High Wolf has been highly active since last summer's Animal Totem tape dropped on NNF: he's released three full-length CDRs, started his own record label (Winged Sun), begun a mail-collab with Astral Social Club (as Iibiis Rooge), embarked on two UK/Euro tours (one with heavyweights Gnod), plus trekked out on a month-long solo journey through India to collect field recordings and get deep. Whoa! Makes you feel lazy right? Well actually that's not all, as he also spent a few months somewhere in there recording, mixing, and re-recording the five multifaceted ethno-flux odysseys that comprise Ascension, his debut vinyl full-length. Utilizing his usual toolbag of looped tablas, fuzz guitar leads, chiming white light guitar, synth swells, and cloud-climbing electronics, the album safaris through a host of ecstatic ritual landscapes with more focus and magic than any other High Wolf hunt to date. A beautiful album for dissolving, dreaming, dancing (in a certain way). Been spinning this one weekly, share the flight. Black vinyl LPs mastered by Pete Swanson and housed in jackets with artwork by Kaugummi Magazine captain Bartolome Sanson. Edition of 400."
| 7/8/2010 |
High Wolf |
Ascension |
LP |
$12.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Legendary Matthew Bower (Skullflower, Sunroof!) and Marcia Bassett (Double Leopards/GHQ) duo unleash a brain-scouring blast of white light/heat. Hive Mind head Greh Holger creeps out a negative graveyard of tonal droning." Limited edition 7" (500 copies) from the Not Not Fun Bored Fortress series.
| 7/14/2007 |
Hototogisu / Hive Mind |
split |
7" |
$6.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "This one has been a dream since the start. Literally, as Eva Saelens wrote us one day out of the clearest blue saying she had a dream one night that she sent us her brand new album and that we fell in love with it and released it. Well the dream's become reality, as her latest spirit quest in pursuit of the inmost voice dazzled us instantly and lingered like déjà vu. An 11-song slideshow of psychedelic secrecy, rippling whispers, and private ghost ballads, Birthday of Bless You finds Inca Ore at her most lithe and longing, shifting focus from microscopic mood meditations to wide-lens surrealist romance fantasies in a heartbeat, then back again. A black-lit bedroom soon forgotten, a midnight garden of lucid sound, an LP to have and to hold. Mastered for wax by Pete Swanson. Black vinyl in jackets with collage-art by IO, plus a full-color 11x11 collage insert. Edition of 500."
| 3/8/2008 |
Inca Ore |
Birthday of Bless You |
LP |
$15.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Eva Saelens’ life quest has taken her from Michigan to Oregon to Oakland back to Portland and back again, with several overseas explorations and inner journey road trips thrown in for good measure. Whatever path she’s on is long and winding and hidden in the shadow of overhanging cherimoya trees. Fortunately she maps her migrations with haunted, exotic breath-and-electricity sphinxes ranging from 2006’s Brute Nature Vs. Wild Magic to last year’s brainwashing Birthday Of Bless You LP. 2009 finds her offering up another psychic harvest unto the world, Silver Sea Surfer School, a new nine-song pipeline ride that floats through a whole new web of voice orbs and tape hiss and keyboard balladry. If anything, Silver Sea is Saelens’ weirdest hour, layered in abstract environments, whispers, distant poetry, free percussion loops, with sudden passages of heart-dissolving ghost-piano beauty (“Shine On From The Heaven Above,” “Adventure In Light”). Heavily impressive, and a brave pearl-dive into even more personal waters for the Inca Ore lifeforce. LPs come in jackets with art by Saelens, plus a full-color insert. Edition of 500 (40 on clear ocean-water vinyl, 180 on marbled blue/white, 280 on black)."
| 10/17/2009 |
Inca Ore |
Silver Sea Surfer School |
LP |
$12.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Portland, OR-by-way-of-Michigan garage gang Little Claw first tripped our radar with their self-released Why Not 7 inch, which was/is raw and physical and swingin' in all the ways you want a 7" to be. Their LA live shows proved even more ripping and charged; we were sold. So we sprung at the offer to enshrine their latest (and best) album, Human Taste, on vinyl for the world's turntables to adore. Packed with classic, cracked anthems ('Frozen In The Future,' 'Colors You Drown'), basement weirdo stompers ('Modern Vampire,' 'Breathing Tape,') and naked art-punk riddles ('Lay To Waste,' 'Summerphile'), the LP's two sides are slyly sequenced to seduce, blind, and devour, demonstrating a rad range of attacks, escapes, claws, tongues. It's a great late summer record: between styles, beyond genres, and aggressively alive. Taste theTaste. Black vinyl LPs in jackets with art designed by the band, plus a pro-printed, double-sided 11x17 poster/insert. Edition of 600. CD edition available on Ecstatic Peace."
| 9/17/2009 |
Little Claw |
Human Taste |
LP |
$13.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Portuguese sidelights seekers finally unveil this thick black dinner plate of drums and mosque smoke. 2-color silkscreen of a jeremy earl drawing on a textile-photocopied sleeve. edition of 340." Recommended!
| 1/1/2008 |
Loosers |
Logic on it's Head |
10" |
$10.99 |
Not Not Fun / Woodsist |
| Details "It's been a while since The Lantern shined its High Beams out into the world but life's a maze of alternate paths (marriage, children, Portland Oregon, etc) and that's just the way it goes/went. Fortunately for all lovers of heavy male psych brotherhoods the ML gang convened back in 2009 before parting ways temporarily to track their second full-length, Platoon, and here it is. As oughta be expected, it's a monstrous hot-rod cruise into screaming dual wah distortions powered by the poker faced Gavin/Chip rhythm section and splattered with jazzy freak-out organ and the occasional Stallones echo yelp. Featuring most of their live classics from the pre-hiatus era ("Dark Cicadas," "Friendship," etc) and tracked/mixed by Best Coaster Bobb Bruno, this fills the hole in yr heart left by High Beams. Black vinyl LPs in classic National Geographic photo collage jackets designed by Cameron Araw. Mastered by James Plotkin. Edition of 700."
| 5/16/2010 |
Magic Lantern |
Platoon |
LP |
$12.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Companion banger to the Platoon LP, this 33 RPM single finds the Lanterns firmly in retro motor city rave-up rockist terrain, covering the cult classic "Showstopper" on the A, backed with their own James Brown soul revue funk-rock shaker "Cypress" on the flip. Recorded during the Platoon sessions and mastered by James Plotkin. Black vinyl 7 inches in cosmic boogie collage jackets designed by Cameron Stallones. Edition of 500."
| 5/16/2010 |
Magic Lantern |
Showstopper |
7" |
$5.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "This is a moment of heavy honor dudes. Magick Markers scrawled a permanent place in NNF's heart the first time we jammed their deranged-shaman society-ripper 'White Bikini' at max volume. Instantly became a total dream to carve that magik on sike-adelic vinyl. This IS that dream. Originally released as a limited-run 7-song CDR by the awesome east coasters, Apostasy Recordings, the wax edition of Feel the Crayon shaves 2 of the emptier tracks (for length/sound quality purposes), creating a harsher, denser document of their ecstatic feedback questing. Pressed on purple-haze vinyl, in color-washed hand-screened jackets with lunatic utopia artwork by George W. Myers of Grey Skull. Also comes with an insert." This is the final repress - full color jackets, purple vinyl, color printed labels - killer!
| 9/18/2006 |
Magik Markers |
Feel the Crayon |
LP |
$14.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details Got a few copies of this out of print LP from 2007. Vinyl only release.
| 1/30/2010 |
Murray, Heather Leigh |
Devil If You Can Hear Me |
LP |
$15.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "It's been a while since Scorces sorceress, Jandek collaborator, and Volcanic Tongue branch manager Heather Leigh has ventured out on vinyl under her own name. And it may be a while longer, as Jailhouse Rock is in fact a wax reissue of a long OOP 2006 cassette classic on Michigan crud factory Fag Tapes. It was a fave of ours that year (and every year), so it feels extra celebratory to be able to offer up a freshly remastered (by Pete Swanson) LP edition of the album for global re-appreciation. Sprawling, long-form descent/ascents into mythic electric disorientation, powered by her trademark recipe of FX-soaked pedal steel and voice. Jailhouse feels loosely more aligned with a mid-aughts drone/noise aesthetic than the outsider dirt road Americana of her Devil If You Can Hear Me LP (also on NNF), but the distinction is a slight one. Side A swims in swooping sheets of vox and tempestuous wind tunnel dynamics before slowly dying away to wheezing disembodied harmonica. The B piece begins in a more overtly beautiful mode, a trinity of crystalline notes picked and stretched until they're transformed into a rapturous sky of textural distortion. Sensual and vertigo-inducing in equal measure. Black vinyl LPs in jackets with brand new paint/collage artwork by Heath Moerland (of Sick Llama, Slither, Odd Clouds, etc). Edition of 400."
| 2/20/2010 |
Murray, Heather Leigh |
Jailhouse Rock |
LP |
$11.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Vinyl edition of this nomadic psych-soul trio's beloved 2008 studio debut, released on CD on Greg Weeks' (of Espers) Language of Stone label. This edition has swank glossy jackets, plus an 11x11 pro-printed insert, on colored vinyl. One time pressing of 500."
| 5/1/2009 |
Mythical Beast |
Scales |
LP |
$14.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "NASA is a lo-fi teenage noise-rock trio from Florida, this is the 2nd tape of theirs we've done (we did an earlier one called Bummer Daze that was like a really damaged basement Blues Control). this album was actually recorded before the last one we did, it's way more raging and raucous, like a more wired, garage-y HEAVY WINGED or something. all instrumental, deep in the red, shred-psych. it's a long one too, a C51 i think."
| 5/1/2009 |
NASA |
Diamonds & Wood |
c51 cassette |
$7.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "A thousand years ago, in 2006, Michigan moonlighters Odd Clouds drizzled down their LP opus, The Cavernous End. Within the sphere of open-eyed freeform organized psych-jazz sprawl, nothing compared. Years later that album still kills, but not much has followed in its wake (there have been some loose tapes but those are more in the crude basement fuckaround vein). So we are personally xxtremely pleased to be able to finally offer up the band's latest album-length affair, Deceiving Illusion. A six-song spelunk into the deranged group brain responsible for noise scene mainstays like Fag Tapes and Tasty Soil Records, Illusion rumbles through a hall of mirrors of zones/styles, from freaky garbage punk to robot throat games to motorik brass meditations to unhinged '70s German commune beardo psych-blazers. The journey is the destination and all that. Abuse yr Illusion. Black vinyl LPs in 3-color pro-silkscreened jackets with artwork by Chris Pottinger and Jamie Easter, plus a double-sided photocopied insert. Edition of 400."
| 8/23/2009 |
Odd Clouds |
Deceiving Illusion |
LP |
$14.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Every day's as new as you want it to be so take up the torch and light something unlit. Definite off-the-grid mentalities prevail on this genre-dissolving split 12" between San Fran anima soul voyager Leyna Noel aka Psychic Reality and So-Cal acid-jazz crate-digger LA Vampires. Noel's toured the states coast-to-coast and dropped a couple potent tape/CDR effigies, but this is her vinyl debut and it captures everything searing and singular about her live alchemy in glowing, glorious detail. Four inter-flowing songs of tone-float piano keys, bedroom drum machines, and white light amplifier vox. Trance-damaged and truth-seeking. LA Vampires' side madlibs through a more mercurial matrix, using slowed/screwed tapes, boombox Casio FX, low end theories, and bleached voice patterns to conjure a reverb chamber's worth of dance floor mirages. Future collabs with Zola Jesus and Sun Araw should expound her rhythm method mission. Abuse yr illusion. Black vinyl LPs in glossy jackets with a boldly disrobed duo cover portrait by Caitlin C. Mitchell. Edition of 450."
| 2/20/2010 |
Psychic Reality / LA Vampires |
split |
LP |
$11.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "LA is a sprawl, no doubt, but the deserts get dryest out in the sick sticks of Riverside. Ever since we first trekked out to the Pixel Palace (RIP) and had our skulls redefined, the 92501 crew have struck us as maybe the truest keepers of the So-Cal house party bombing freak-wave flame. The scene's since changed of course, but these two bands were/are the kings of old-school Inland Empire radicalism. Quem Quaeritis are no more, sadly, but the trio's jams here show beyond a shadow of a doubt why they fucking ruled. Jesus-bent weird-hop, Laker boat free-jazz, and post-political tent spiritualism mesh into a holy trinity of lunatic Americana. No genres, no rules, spring break freedom turned inside out. Child Pornography have been rocking/annoying west coasters since nearly 9/11, and their game still ain't up. Nine spazzy rants of Suicide-on-pixie-sticks Casio-babble, dumb-wave guitar shred, and helium-keyed stream of consciousness word barf. Enough outsider vibes and confusing nonsense to irritate even the stone-chillest board-short bro. In fancy printed matte jackets with face-collage scribble Erin Allen artwork, on kryptonite green vinyl. Edition of 420."
| 3/8/2008 |
Quem Quaeritis / Child Pornography |
split |
LP |
$10.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Everything's coming to an end with the swan song from Iowa City's Raccoo-oo-oon. Following up last years critically acclaimed Behold Secret Kingdom, the final album takes everything up a notch and shows a band taking their last breath and laying down the last bricks in their fairly short history. More reminiscent of the freeform punk madness of The Cave Of Spirits Forever (Time Lag) than the heavy outbursts from Behold Secret Kingdom, this album reeks of desperation and a feeling of going down with nothing to loose at all. A fucked upfuture-prog mayhem that is all over the place and at no known place at the same time. Minds are melting, new grounds are covered and things will never be the same. When the last track fades out and everything is over, the silence has never been so quiet. Genuinely uncomfortable, desperate and just beautiful, this album will surely be remembered as the most important recording that Racco-oo-oonever put to tape. Limited edition of 500 vinyl copies!"
| 12/13/2008 |
Raccoo-oo-oon |
Raccoo-oo-oon |
double LP |
$25.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Behold Secret Kingdom is the first proper fullength release from Iowa City's Raccoo-oo-oon after several limited cd-r/tape/vinyl releases (including cd reissues on Time Lag and Release The Bats). The band spent the last year working with Behold Secret Kingdom, tremendous amounts of love and hard work has been put into this recording which now will be unleashed by Release The Bats! 8 new songs that takes the band's psychedelic and dynamic free-form punk from previous releases to new heights, this is definitely their most focused and perfected recording so far. Darker, denser and almost brutal at times, Behold Secret Kingdom is also the heaviest recording they have done. It only takes a few seconds into 'Black Branches' and the mood is set for the rest of the album immediately. The stunning closer 'Tail At Prospect Peak' could easiest be described as campfire-doom with it's slow riffing, heavy use of percussion and chanted vocals (everything suddenly bursting out in a chaotic crescendoŠ). The trademark tribal-like drums is still present, as is the vocal drones and the furious saxophone swirls. Behold Secret Kingdom is a epic masterpiece, there is really no other way to describe it. Chaotic and all over the place, yet so beautiful. Puts earlier comparisons to bands like Excepter and Animal Collective to a shame! Recorded by Mike Dixon in Bloomington, IN." - Release The Bats. Repressed - 2nd edition.
| 6/3/2009 |
Racoo-oo-oon |
Behold Secret Kingdom |
LP |
$12.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Two bleak teams pass the death pipe across this black lake of a tape, and the mood - at best - runs from dread to dead (or undead, same vibe). Robedoor's "Terminal Abomination" finds them grappling their recent song-form style with bass, drums, and slime, a heavy metal swamp-thing crawl that drips and riffs from the depths to deeper depths. A strident stalk across new weird wetlands. The B side is a suite of songs from southern lord Husere Grav, who operates from more of a bedroom black metal/death drone perspective, utilizing buzzing guitar, tomb tones, and the occasional drum machine plod to convey his message of relentless misery with strange elegance. Past self-released CDRs like The Great Empty and Stay Asleep have mapped similarly cursed terrains, but his five queasy pieces here are easily among his most cold and cutting ever laid to tape. On pro-dubbed cassettes. Edition of 150."
| 8/31/2008 |
Robedoor / Husere Grav |
split |
cassette |
$7.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Very few fringe duos of the 2000s have succeeded in so fully utilizing the witchy, wordless, and wondrous bond of the twosome formation as Scorces' twin figureheads Christina Carter (also of Charalambides, Bastard Wing, etc) and Heather Leigh Murray (Taurpis Tula, CEO of Volcanic Tongue, more). Their early incarnation as East Texas fried-folk loners instantly struck a chord in clued-in heads for both its bold formless experimental moods as well its instantly gripping emotional power. Their 2003 masterpiece on Eclipse, Vivre Avec La Bete, captured their magic craft perfectly, and in retrospect has definitely cast a heavy influence over a whole host of today's underground's voice-based lonesome drifters. So it is with amplified honor that we offer up this latest tome of spells unearthed from the Scorces' vaults: I Turn Into You. Nearly 70 minutes of pedal-steel guitar tendrils, basement dust, whispered melodies, enchanted strings thrummed against the quiet, and possibly the planet's single intensest dual free-crooning chemistry (as anyone who caught one of their Fall '07 opening sets on the solo Thurston Moore tour can attest) sprawled across four spectral sides of black vinyl. All tracks were recorded several years ago back at Charalambides HQ in Houston, TX by psych-guitar journeyman Tom Carter, and they've aged like oil paintings (cracking, majestic, immense). Housed in embossed, metallic ink jackets designed by Marcia Bassett (with a racy poem by the Scorces' ladies on the back), plus an 11x11 insert with info and a live shot. Edition of 500."
| 7/11/2008 |
Scorces |
I Turn Into You |
DBL LP |
$24.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Secret Abuser Jeff Witscher is an enigma wrapped in a riddle rolled in cassette tape and plugged into a battered pair of towering PA speakers. He's lived everywhere, met everyone, and inspired legions through his lifestyle, utopian fashions ('refugee chic'), and spellbindingly intense music. Up from Rainbow Blanket, through to Impregnable, and across the arid plains of Roman Torment and Deep Jew, Witscher's maintained a singularity of vision and total commitment to execution that has wrecked us, personally, to the point of speechlessness at least a dozen times. But, despite his restlessly shapeshifting spirit, the past year plus has seen him settling slightly deeper into his Secret Abuse sinkhole style, and here's hoping he lingers a while longer, cause it's a fucking winner. Brutal, pensive, blown-out tones crossfade into tortured minor key guitar laments before being slowly subsumed in a droning ocean of choked vocals and sulking, selfish electronics. Repressed, burning, and emotional like a young man pushing away everything, Violent Narcissus is as definitive a document as has thus far yet emerged from the SA canon (and lord knows there's been a grip of gems). Look long and hard; the mirror is a bitter mistress. Black LPs, mastered by Bill Hutson, housed in jackets designed by Witscher. Edition of 445."
| 11/15/2008 |
Secret Abuse |
Violent Narcissus |
LP |
$16.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Intense visionary debut by Mi Ami frontman Daniel Martin-McCormick‚s solo alias explores a different realm of pulsing body music. Dancy, grey-wash keyboard rhythms and post-dub echoes pitter-patter under weird vocal smears and shadow melodies. Edition of 500."
| 11/21/2009 |
Sex Worker |
The Labor of Love |
LP |
$12.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "A lot of beloved-by-us artists and artisans icepick out shapely creations from the marble slab of life on a steady schedule, but even within this rarefied realm it's a real cause for jubilee when an individual/band fucks precedent and totally redefines themselves through a real masterwork. And, in our book (check it out, it's a good read), Loco Hills is one such touchstone. Distilling down every fried fuzz-groove, tape-loop ghost cloud, and mass-mind motorik psychosis Shepherds have ever let loose into four perfectly sculpted jam-journeys, the language of Loco is a rolling, roiling ride through twisted wordless tongues and hieroglyphic electricity, at once more focused and far-out than anything else in their canon. Mentioning that members moonlight in projects like Meneguar, Non-Horse, and Vanishing Voice is meaningless, this is the Rear House posse's shining achievement to date and it stands alone. Black vinyl LPs in matte jackets with the same 'gnashing viper' artwork of the Release the Bats CD edition. First 115-ish direct mailorder copies come with a bonus CDR of unreleased live recordings. Edition of 500."
| 4/20/2008 |
Shepherds |
Loco Hills |
LP |
$12.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Brooklyn's Rear House boys trace a woolly kraut-punk path over the (loco) hills and through the woods. Brussell's resident psych-seclusionist Ignatz recounts ancient exotic sagas with wood, strings, voice, and hiss."
| 8/31/2008 |
Shepherds / Ignatz |
split |
7" |
$5.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Taste The Blood Of The Deceiver, the first full-length Skullflower album to be pressed on vinyl since forever (at least the early '90s), finds Matthew Bower in the more blackened, doom-damaged terrains like those strip mined on the recent Desire For A Holy War or Pure Imperial Reform: abrupt vertical baths of blinding distortion and harmonic override spiked with cavernous cultish riffs and deeply bleak ritual moods. The blood is fresh, but the body's unrecognizable. Charred and forgotten, this is another stepping stone on the path to the upturned altar. Black vinyl LPs in fucked-up-and-photocopied matte jackets. Edition of 500."
| 11/2/2008 |
Skullflower |
Taste the Blood of the Deceiver |
LP |
$17.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "One our current favorite bands, on tour right now w/Dan Deacon all over the planet. 7-piece drum/drone army with an amazing whirlwind approach to rhythmic teleportation. saw them live recently and was floored. this is the follow-up to their sick LP that came out on SHDWPLY last year." "Follow-up to last year's well-received full-length of collaged live performances released on SHDWPLY. This is another half hour-plus of the Baltimore drum/drone collective at their most zoned and loose-limbed."
| 5/20/2009 |
Teeth Mountain |
Live On |
LP |
$14.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Diehl / Crane duo drops its long-overdue vinyl debut and it's great news. memory bank robbing and mechanized appalachian comedowns. manda collage artwork with loopy eyes added. edition of 250."
| 1/1/2008 |
Time Life |
Drumlins |
7" |
$5.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Debut full-length by this sour times lurker trio. Recorded across four months in a time consuming 4-track/boombox assemblage style, this one leaks shadows and rainy piano riffs and faded heartbreak. Edition of 400."
| 12/12/2009 |
Topaz Rags |
Capricorn Born Again |
LP |
$12.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "When Iowa City freak-out free-rockers Raccoo-oo-oon called it quits last year it left a bummer scar in the Midwest underground scene. But time is a great healer, and so are new bands. So out of the ashes of the RAC pack comes Wet Hair, a synth-punk-trance duo composed of keyboardist/vocalizer Shawn Reed and keyboardist/drummer Ryan Garbes, and Dream is the band’s debut vinyl full-length after a series of increasingly shredding limited-edition cassettes on their own Night People label. Piling together an unlikely trash heap of Suicide-style drum machine beat-bops, zone-droned krautrock keys, and fucked up outsider crooning, the LP’s four tracks careen across a spectrum of moods and mangled melodies. Recorded at Flat Black Studios by Luke Tweedy and mastered by Pete Swanson, Wet Hair’s cult electric annihilation has never gleamed with such razor-edged weirdness; this is their dream made real. Black vinyl LPs in jackets with artwork by Reed and Garbes, plus a pro-printed full-color 11x11 insert." Repressed edition of 450 copies.
| 9/17/2009 |
Wet Hair |
Dream |
LP |
$13.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Welcome back. One of NNF's total favorite active bands return with a second full-length (most of which was recorded during the same sessions that birthed their debut LP, Dream) and we are pleased as spiked fruit punch. The Reed/Garbes duo mainly sticks to their guns, mining the same post-Suicide art-trance vein they perfected on Dream, but with Glass Fountain there's an added emphasis on the disembodied, oscillator pop mode that Wet Hair often toy with. Fountain's five tracks include some of the band's simplest but catchiest songs ('Crucifix In The Waves,' 'When The Right Time Comes,' etc), mesmerizing organ melodies over plink-plonky vintage drum machines with weirdo soulful singing and outer space electronics, like an outsider-punk Silver Apples or something. Hard to say exactly what universe Wet Hair are operating in and that's probably part of why we love it so much. A killer record that gets better each spin. In jackets with art drawn and designed by the band, plus a pro-printed 11x11 insert." Colored vinyl.
| 9/17/2009 |
Wet Hair |
Glass Fountain |
LP |
$13.99 |
Not Not Fun |
| Details "Over-a-year-in-the-assembling 12" comp of all femme musical energies. Spans the spectrum of modes and moods. Includes NNF friends/fam like Zola Jesus, Tickley Feather, Inca Ore, Pocahaunted, Talk Normal, Valet, etc. In a beautiful art-jacket designed by diva dompe plus comes with a full-color double-sided insert. Edition of 500."
| 12/12/2009 |
V/A |
My Estrogeneration |
LP |
$12.99 |
Not Not Fun |
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