Mango Shank - The Phantasmagorical Fruit Cave of Wonder

Haven't heard anything this 'off the map' in ages... builds its own mythology in molested instrumentation n possessed jittering ... repeat listening befuddling you further...a strange and beautiful beast groping at some blurry psychosis.

Jewelly Vurds

*mothlit wasp phlegm* = sounds by *cloudboy*non ferric memories* + vocals by *jewelly chainsaw*me presents*dead ghost child*

Ronny Juzzle – Spaz-tec Diploma in Horseriding

This is a single tracked sluice bucket of digital debris from Ronny Juzzle. Chaos theoretics for the lugholes, as if wired chimps have broken into a radiophonic workshop and run amok only for the resulting fractals to be further mangled by an absent minded Stockhausen …

It's incredible how much is crammed into this tiny offering... Two minutes in and it’s already exhausted most bands stock of ideas…... Further on, Juzzle shows no let up in the creativity stacks, zapping all over the place, dishing out the plundertronically cut-up capers like some Keystone Schaeffer …

Bombarding your head with varying amounts of comical and sinister hues, causing plenty of joyous bewilderment for your grey matter to grapple with… This is seriously good derailment that you should definitely try (at least once).

...available soon over at Exotic Pylon

Magic Towers - N4

this might be a slow burner but it certainly burns deep...

West Norwood Cassette Library - Collision and Detection v2

A cut-up of samples introduces the next instalment to this continuing series… a departure from the vivid strangeness of the last volume, definitely more dance orientated, scooting a highly commercial bent, with that ooooh, ooze vox tapped lightly in clubby beats and fruit machine diversities… I’m really liking the Jean Giraud / Morbius inspired arts for this one, as the arcade dub-ronics flip between signatures like sophisticated ferrets in a smooth slip of Jackson foot shimmy. Leaves me cruising round the lounge in some approximation of dance as those wispy plankton filters sliver around, and little zaps of bubble wrap metallic give out extra colouration...

The following track What’s going on is a dub reprise of the previous… gliding along on hot buttery programming… the drums chasing the bassy bump… soft Goldie-esque frivolity bent over bits of narrative (snippets from Jonny Mugwump's radio show) and ecstatic jungle(ish) flurry. The wow wow dog toy chorus finally leading you straight into solo drum jitters and a phonejacker digital spin of a sign out…

another intriguing addition to the collision and detection odyssey... where the next leads is anybodies guess.

Non Ferric Memories

it's been a while since our last release but finally the new studio creation is out there to experience, a pretty mellow affair too...

Arvo Zylo - 333

The first track Quicksand Eggs of a beaten Pathos clocks in at around 30mins, starts off like the Residents at their most jovial… a comedy of bendy melodica that falls over into full on brutalism bullied in percussive kicks and hints of piano storms… It’s a baptism of fire, a swarm of digital insects gnawing at your grey matter, but your skull isn’t pummelled for too long before your endurance is rewarded with a drone bed of sinister Neubauten-esque DIY ‘s and hammered piano amputations… Some great sequenced candy follows, eking out ill-omens, organ lines thrown over grumbling discomfort… mad trebly can openers hooking at the debris like those red roosters dancing over a post nuclear diorama on the back cover… that reverbed intensity and smashing percussion is something else… quasi glints of a goose stepping clout, like some digitally distressed hybrid of Test Dept and Laibach… breaking away in an unpredictable feast of drum patterns and textural quarrel, chugging out those asymmetrical highs and BPM runaways … It's as if the band Ruins has been replaced by a dominion of broken robotics and sputtering dot matrixes and cattle prodded into spastic action…

Ideas flash by at a bewildering speed, everything evolves with amazing fluidity, spurs off in freshly inspired directions... never for one minute remotely boring... at one point Arvo even seems to be redefining drum and bass in fist fighting billiards and Wurlitzer panel punch… This is a bit like those Venetian Snares but way more berserk with the tempo, and homicidal in the collisions.

The second track Deadbeat deluxe is as possessed as the first, a mad assemblage of avant mangled hilarity and butt slapped S&M with some tasty Nintendoed Kraftwerk, propping up what sounds like a shoulder smashed garage door before it slips into all out industrialised glee … An intensity that’s later cut back in sparse percussion, only to launch into a junkyard techno of mortar beat and cracking schism … further machine gunned into a grainy post existence of unrelenting ear knives … cut-up in a mud slapped finale of punched hydraulics some 16(ish)mins later.

The last track Plasthma, continues the sequenced mania… strange wreckage indeed that rips through your ear in shrill-like varieties, only to fall back into that Residents avant classical vibe that started the album off.

This will either leave you with a splitting headache or a humongous grin... but I swear somewhere in this albums 59 mins I heard multiple futures...

Opera Mort and Decapitated Hed - Minuit Cerceuil Zereo Zone

This is a cool offering from Spleen Coffin, a 7inch split between Opera Mort and Decapitated Hed … The artwork, a dark, brooding wrap-around affair, screen-printed black on paramilitary brown with Xerox abstractions barely poking themselves through, goes some way to describe the machine age voodoo it contains…

Midnight Coffin, the Opera Mort side, is a live recording of corroded cobra curls and pulsing wrongness from their 2010 jaunt stateside…. As ever, it’s a glorious slice of chloroformed techno full of pitch whorls and valvey exchanges. Real creepy stuff with El-g’s distinctive moaning leaking from beneath the loopage… His wire wool mouth, saliva dripping counter cut-up’s, murmurs, all bowing out on an hypnotic groove that I happily left for a full two minutes before I realised it was eternally locked…

The Decapitated Hed side Zereo Zone, also recorded live, complements Opera Mort’s contribution totally in a mechanized stomp of pitchfuckery and hydraulic slap… kind of more danceable than the Rohypnolised vibes the Opera Mort boys plied, that’s until that robotic thump is dispensed with and your melon is twisted further with some classic valve burn…