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Drawing current and breath through metal... it’s hard to picture just how either is possible, but Schnüffler explore the backwaters of both aural miracles in this engrossing, pageless storybook titled "Rauschbereich", limited to a scant 56 handbuilt copies. The name of Gino Robair and Liz Allbee's hyper attuned duo, Schnüffler, is a colloquialism meaning someone who huffs substances. Huffing being equal parts curiosity and consuming obsession, the huffer knows that things of substance have a way of quickly vanishing. Pick up these missing pages fast as you can and find yourself clawing for more. The hardbound end-pages are beautifully illustrated by Liz Allbee and a 30 minute cassette is ingeniously housed within. Schnüffler Rauschbereich	Warm, fuzzy, rabid in the way a soft muzzle tickling your neck becomes the frenetic nibbling insistence of long teeth beneath that lippy velvet. No one conjures sanguine madness quite like Liz Allbee on this her newest, long-anticipated solo release. One side is titled “Outside Inside” the other “Inside Inside” both created from recordings made in 2007 and 2009 including a field recording at the Marin Headlands Center for the Arts where two different takes of a single mental composition are overlaid, each recording an entire take, such that the overlay reveals how timing/structure speaks to itself. The edition is limited by the number of keys on a piano after it has been loving ripped apart into pairs of hammers between which are nestled spools of magnetic tape ready to slip like warm marrow into your hand. Liz Allbee Warm Marrow	Witness avant-garde maestro Gregory Jacobsen’s fetid funland here rendered in sound. Prepared piano, cranberry sauce, strangled throat, flamenco guitar, a quivery accordion succumbs to squeak toys, operatic soprano and a teetering pipe organ as it ushers in teutonic chorales. Music this cakey rich can only be the culmination of long, scarily obsessive years. The result, a vaudevillian feverish horror complete with narrative threads that tug at abject fear then unspool in puerile fantasy. If you dare to know where music can go, this is one orgy best entered at home and alone. Contributors include members of Cheer Accident, Black Bear Combo, and Brilliant Pebbles. Six-panel digipak features Jacobsen's wretched paintings! The Ritualistic School of Errors Sweat Stained Fancy Heaps for First-Rate Ladies	Sound (just like smegma) needs obscurity and ample neglect to really ripen. 30 years along, if Smegma themselves roll down your ol' Pacific rim (as they did in '04 on tour with pop-pantywaists, Wolf Eyes ) prepare for pure dumb joy. Like a rupture of personal sepsis, completely engrossing yet indescribable. Or give up waiting and drop this live specimen in your lap right now. Behold as sebaceous sounds begin to spread, from Seattle to LA you’ll hear a sac of garde-avanteers discharged along the way including: Jello Biafra , Steve Mackay (Stooges), Tom Recchion, Ace Ferren Ford, Josh Mong. Once exposed, take some time alone right away; these things only gets worse with waiting. Smegma Live! 2004
Stare too long at Moog-master candymaker Hans Grüsel (his moustache a pair of clockhands!) and your seconds could be up. Return a smile from Gretel, you'll end up in a grin that never fades! Safer to listen from here as the Kränkenkabinet chugs away, spawning a trap door here, slamming a finger there, daring consciousness to believe the clarity of a thousand simultaneous sound crevices. Here appears an unnatural "Blue Blooded Door" to the infernal heart of the contraption, handcarved with all new compositions including “Sturm and Drang [at sea] plus Grüsel’s live accompaniment to Dallas Bower’s film Alice in Wonderland. Artwork by Loachfillet in his hall of all wood mirrors! Hans Grüsel's Kränkenkabinet Blaue Blooded Türen	Slipping drums collide with mulching bass to yield the perfect fundament for synth-vines to take root as a tornado of violin funnels from the sky. Featuring members of Triangle, Mahjongg, Zeek Sheck, and Bones, 0th send you scampering through soundfields so lush they obliterate light one moment, tickle your face and crack you up laughing the next. This, their debut release, ranges from wagging boogie to savage noise. When delight turns to panic as you realize death by tickling is horrible way to die... use your last laugh to yell, Tammy! 0th Tammy	Savant-idiot video collaborations from the founding members of Brown Whörnet were never gathered, until now. From unholy rites of gall bladder extraction and enlickment, to awful animation, avian snuff, and film concret, they anticipate tv's Tim and Eric by years. And even if their gut slugging Ruins-esque wretchrock came after Ruins, recreating their 1997 cassette on this DVD with scopitonic oscillators is still way ahead of anything no one still hasn't tried yet. Curious? Uh huh. Stunned to drooling or screaming in painful leaking laughter, you'll want an absorbent bib when you set your head in front of Aaaartfÿstte. Super limited. Four-color silkscreen package by Stin-G with handcarved block-prints-from-video by Lucy Antler. Aaartfÿstte 22 Short Noise Videos	Under the green-eyed gaze of two black cats, skozey fetisch executed this crazed composition in the haunted basement of a century-old mansion. Reel-to-reels of acoustic experiments and years of patch programming on the Roland Jupiter 6 were processed, then de- and re-constructed according to silent banter between the cats and pockets of chill shifting suddenly through the room. Strap on the required headphones and prepare to materialize yourself in that cellar, frozen in feline sight, your mind lapped up one tongue full at a time. skozey fetisch this, then
If there’s no rules, why would “experimental” music all sound the same? Simple. Most lack the talent-balls (O-D) haul around as standard equipment. Comparisons to Kool Keith might have to do with heart-bizarre reality lyrics, original beats, or radio drama, but that would ignore the shredding jazz-rock guitar, synth abuse, marching gamelan, handheld bent-tapes, stressed drum machines and full gorgeous vocals on original love songs you'll first doubt, and then believe! Occasional Detroit The BEST in Abstrakt Ent.	As an idling tractor shakes you rougher the more slowly it throttles, Black Mayonnaise is an engine lulling you the nearer it comes to killing. "Doom-sludge" and "extreme-metal" can’t begin to explain the cyclic minimalism that Duncan adheres to, allowing for rifts that pluck at your mind, a rare drum hit cascades into memory remaking the environment, leading the way to complete waveform devastation. As one Russian reviewer put it, “The common irrational structure is called to completely disorient you. And this purpose will be attained." Silkscreen black on black gatefold. Black Mayonnaise Unseen Collaborator	A deathly-cold terrifying streak orbits the globe, caught in its gravity, then plunges, its impact rings the Earth lie a bell. The earthquakes and tsunamis are nothing compared to what follows. Humanity will not go down without a valliant fight, but it will go down. The dead are eating the living, a total rotting victory. For the first time on Earth, a global party. Scott Arford's soundtrack to an imaginary film unfolds in nine parts. Unblinking, it awaits you even now in black and red digipak. Scott Arford Zombie Dub	His schematics for sound circuitry scarily parallel his diagrams for princeps in Nature and he really will swap circuit designs for your plant specimens. Peter Blasser's Din Datin Dudero, Tranoe, Ambrazier, and Rollable Synth behave differently depending on who plays them; hearing an instrument tangle with its creator... now that's plain spooky. One call-and-response erupts in a scream that couldn't have come from either! Insane sing-songs succumb to faceplants in jagged sinewaves that scurry off under fuzzed brain hum. Booklet of instrument portraits included. Peter B Luteus
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