SANDOZ LAB TECHNICIANS
Grey Orders, Distant Trails
LP / IKU-055
Improvised soundtrack to a non-existent Western,
recorded in the late ‘90s by James Kirk,
Nathan Thompson and Tim Cornelius.
"Deep South kitchen-sink explorers have been circling the drain in counterclockwise fashion for at least half my life and yet I am still reduced to shameless gobsmackery in the presence of this sterling new collection of historic treasures. Committed live-to-tape in the comfy climes of a living room/recording studio/temple affectionately known as 'Canongate' (a kinda homespun CBGBs of Dunedin's out-sound universe) Sandoz here bristle with the million-ideas-per-minute glory that hovers over their finest blossoms. Unrivalled in their inventiveness and the seemingly infinite permutations of 'shouldn't work but does' instrumentation, 'Grey Orders...' creaks and rattles like ringing spurs on the empty bar floor of some unseen antipodean western. Whether this makes more sense envisioning the cactus-pronged wastes of Arizona or the deserted main streets deep in the blistering badlands of central Otago is best left to the ear of the beholder, but one things for goddamnsure...
"Deep South kitchen-sink explorers have been circling the drain in counterclockwise fashion for at least half my life and yet I am still reduced to shameless gobsmackery in the presence of this sterling new collection of historic treasures. Committed live-to-tape in the comfy climes of a living room/recording studio/temple affectionately known as 'Canongate' (a kinda homespun CBGBs of Dunedin's out-sound universe) Sandoz here bristle with the million-ideas-per-minute glory that hovers over their finest blossoms. Unrivalled in their inventiveness and the seemingly infinite permutations of 'shouldn't work but does' instrumentation, 'Grey Orders...' creaks and rattles like ringing spurs on the empty bar floor of some unseen antipodean western. Whether this makes more sense envisioning the cactus-pronged wastes of Arizona or the deserted main streets deep in the blistering badlands of central Otago is best left to the ear of the beholder, but one things for goddamnsure...
there's gold in these here hills and I'm gettin' me a
mule and a pick-axe." - Campbell Kneale
Edition of 250 copies
15 € (+ shipping)
15 € (+ shipping)
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BLACK TRUMPETS
Natural Screenery
CS / IKASUS-066
"Natural Screenery" might sound unnatural to some, but this is the second Black Trumpets album. The songs are first and foremost based on a key moment shared playing together, but then this becomes the basis for stretching time in every way possible. Keijo, Alex, and Tuomas play whatever it takes to get the message across: hopefully saving 'pop' from the drooling jaws of populism; putting the boogie back in blues; and fiddling with the lesser-known electronic knobs of folk.
"Natural Screenery" - näkymä voi jonkun mielestä olla luonnoton, mutta tämä on silti Mustien Trumpettien toinen kokoelma. Laulut ovat lähtöisin yhteisistä soittohetkistä, mutta ne venyttävät aikaa kaikin tavoin. Alex, Tuomas ja Keijo haluavat pelastaa pop-musiikin populismin kuolaavasta kidasta; he palauttavat boogien bluesiin ja sormeilevat folkin vähemmän tunnettuja sähkönsäätönappuloita.
"Natural Screenery" - näkymä voi jonkun mielestä olla luonnoton, mutta tämä on silti Mustien Trumpettien toinen kokoelma. Laulut ovat lähtöisin yhteisistä soittohetkistä, mutta ne venyttävät aikaa kaikin tavoin. Alex, Tuomas ja Keijo haluavat pelastaa pop-musiikin populismin kuolaavasta kidasta; he palauttavat boogien bluesiin ja sormeilevat folkin vähemmän tunnettuja sähkönsäätönappuloita.
Edition of 99 copies
6 € (+ shipping)
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