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Fans of Sic Alps, your fave band is keeping their primal distorto-rock love flowin' with their latest 7"! Three new songs, the title track "Strawberry Guillotine" is a commentary on and a dedication to the Bay Area homeless. As with most Sic Alps releases we don't know for certain how long we'll have these in stock, so best to get 'em while you can (which is now)!

Now that Iran seem to be dead. And the Church Steps are gone. And the Coach Whips are no more. Well, it's up to Sic Alps to keep the SF noise pop freak flag flying! It always seemed that sonically, these guys belonged on Siltbreeze, and lo and behold, it has come to pass. For those who are new to Sic Alps, imagine a fractured noise drenched lo-fi garage pop, rife with blown out drums, simple detuned guitars, lazy drawled vocals, tons of reverb and distortion, all tangled up into some seriously catchy pop. Guided By Voices, Strapping Fieldhands, Pavement, but with plenty of hazy sixties psych, a killer lo-fi Phil Spector-ish wall of sound production, and a bit of corrosive noise and fractured amp buzz a la the Dead C.� U.S. EZ leans way more toward the pop than the noise, many of the songs, eschewing any sort of noise or distortion completely, offering up instead, a sort of shimmery sixties soft pop, all jangly guitars, and reverbed background vocals, but elsewhere the band rocks pretty hard, channeling classic nineties slacker indie rock, through modern noise rock, via some fuzzy retro garage, the result as we mentioned before, often ends up sounding like a Beach Boys or Hollies record on Siltbreeze. Which should be recommendation enough. Dwyer from the Oh Sees says it's worth it just for the track "Gelly Roll Gum Drop"!!

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Ultra ultra limited one sided 7"s from local noisepop faves Sic Alps. Pressed on clear blue vinyl, packaged in a plain white sleeve with a black and white sticker and NO information, this just might be the poppiest Sic Alps yet. Beginning with revving engines and super distorted drums, the track soon launches into some sunny jangly reverb drenched pop, all clean jangly guitars, summery sing songy vocals, a super catchy melody, classic old school Phil Spector style lo-fi production, it's almost a shame it's only one song. Like a noise rock Archies, or the Beach Boys recording for Siltbreeze. Good stuff. And, it's a Throbbing Gristle cover fyi!

Here's a short cassette released by AQ pal Mike Donovan (Big Techno Werewolves, Nam, Sounds Of The Barbary Coast, The Ropers, Dial Records) of his current band Sic Alps whome you might recall from their split 7" with California Lightening (featuring members of Erase Errata)! As with most releases by the very DIY San Francisco fella Mr. Donovan, there is only going to be a very small homespun run of these made, so needless to say, don't snoooooze! Pssst... we also have a small number of some other Folding cassette releases, all with hand made covers -- a short one from Death Sentence: Panda plus a compilation he compiled with artist Chris Johanson called SSSSSOSS2 and ones by Dark Yellow Swans (aka Yellow Swans) and NVH with Six Organs Of Admittance's Ben Chasny. Dust off yer cassette deck!

A super limited split single by two raw SF art-rock hotties! On special occasions half of Erase Errata (namely Jenny and Bianca) splinter off to form the dynamic duo California Lightening (no, not Lightning). And when Sic Alps convene they usually star Hospitals' Adam Stonehouse and Mike Donovan (of Big Techno Werewolves and Church Steps and a heap of other projects), but on this record the abovementioned Jenny (oh yeah, and she's also a member of Burmese!) and Flying Luttenbachers' Weasel Walter join in the S.A. fray too. The record sleeve features those participants, minus Mr. Walter, remaking the Lennon/Ono Two Virgins album cover photo. That in itself is an attention grabber, but then there's their music to keep you glued too. Sic Alps proclaim "I Am Grass" in their peculiar hazy, glazed-eye dissonant fashion and California Lightening offer up a churning menace in "Basement". Ultra limited pressing of 300 of which we've only got a handful, so either act now or whimper to yourself when they're all gone!

Wonderful! Mr. Liam Singer's second album is such a sumptuous affair! In the scale of production and composition, it's quite an impressive progression from his already mighty fine debut The Empty Heart Of The Chameleon which came out just last year. Evocative, earthy and at times quite bold and adventurous, this album pushes gently at the boundaries of popular music norms incorporating classical and operatic elements throughout. For instance, some folks may need to get a little acclimatized to the initially startling, spine-tingling operatic female vocals that punctuate the proceedings. They serve as quite an affecting counterpart to Singer's own softly poetic, boyish demeanor (which has drawn in-store comparisons to Elliott Smith) particularly on standout numbers such as "Travelogue - The Great Divide". However, where the spotlight shines brightest (and deservedly so) is on his intricate cascading piano passages. Most are delicately filigree'd and occasionally accompanied by trumpet, e-bowed guitar and very Spartan percussion, but we'd venture a guess that the syncopation/paradiddle workout in the eighth track "Left Ventricle/Tone Clusters" is a reverent reference to Steve Reich's Four Organs. Our Secret Lies Beneath The Creek exudes grace from the first note to the last. Yes, recommended.

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The Empty Heart Of The Chameleon is the debut from Liam Singer. His soft, faint vocals have already drawn comparisons by a few AQ customers to Elliott Smith, but his solo piano and theremin that take turns accompanying his voice create altogether different lonely moods and solitary atmospheres. As well, on occasion, Singer's voice is contrasted with more classically trained sounding female vocals that climb to dramatic, operatic heights. Everything is ultra hushed and delicate, brittle around the edges, in danger of vanishing or being crushed under the emotions they bear. Much like autumn leaves that fall slowly one by one, this music is spartan and contemplative, allowing an achingly sensitive vocal phrase or simple note sequence to linger in the air. Starkly beautiful.

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What do you do when the rules are simply: compose a piece of music using only one note? Well, the folks at SF label Tell-All Records decided to explore the possibilities with a 3" cd-r series titled "Twelve". Each of the participants was assigned (or perhaps chose for themselves) one note of the 12-note scale. Here's one of the first two volumes released thus far, it's Liam Singer in 'F' (the other is Dave Zohrob's compositions in 'E'). He utilizes octave jumps, tempo changes and rhythmic shifts and syncopation to bring movement and shape to the lone note. The proceedings are punctuated by sparse percussion and vocal utterances (cues?). A lively beginning to this series.

Yay Sippy Cups! What started out as a few local rockers doing Syd Barrett and Who covers for kids a few years back has evolved into a full-blown kids entertainment juggernaut complete with sold-out choreographed live shows (involving a juggler!) and a whole new album of original songs. Electric Storyland is for parents who want to wean their kids off Barney-type treacle and nudge them into something weirder -- but not too weird. The album's songs are catchy and fun and have playful hints of psychedelia -- from '60s-sounding pop songs with suggestive/innocent titles ("Little Puffer" and "Magic Toast") to songs that reference Yoshimi-era Flaming Lips ("I Am a Robot)". Buy it for your sister's kids -- chances are this is the only album you, your sister and her kids might find some common ground on!

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Strong songwriting dominates this debut release from the local rock group Six Eye Columbia. In addition to guitar and vocals, bandleader / all-around nice guy Josh Pollock also wields the banjo, xylophone, piano, and assorted toys. An array of guests offer pedal steel, cello, sax, trumpet etc. The effects-laden vocal delivery is similar to Guided By Voices' Robert Pollard -- tinny, staticky as if thru a bullhorn. Doleful male harmonies bring to mind Mark Eitzel's solo work, as does the simmering tension and midtempo pace throughout. Forlorn and depressing in a good way.

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The first two tracks on Shelter From The Ash pretty much illustrate the two complementary sides to Mr. Six Organs Ben Chasny's usual modus operandi. The first cut, "Alone With The Alone", is droning and dense, building into tripped out, fairly fierce electric guitar solo, while the second, "Strangled Road", is a much mellower, subdued folk-ish number, with hushed vocals and lonely guitar strum... Together, you've got a recipe for the morose, bleak beauty that this album cooks up, with songs sung about war, loss and survival amidst yearning instrumentals, including one dedicated to the Sun City Girls. Shelter From The Ash is record number ten (at least!) from Six Organs of Admittance and it's another winner, much like its predecessors in having a basis in Chasny's facility with Faheyesque steel-string fingerpicking while heading off into the wilder reaches of heavy psych, and almost country-rockish moodiness. He's helped out here by members of Comets On Fire and Magick Markers, though it's the rough hewn, intimate hum and buzz of just Ben and his guitar that works the most magic for us.

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Now here on cd! Here's What We Had To Say about the vinyl version a few years ago: This 3 piece from Oakland CA play arty, chaotic, somewhat dark, noisy sort-of-punk-rock. The influence of electro, goth, darkwave, new wave and post-punk all do battle in a Sixteens song, and the outcome is inevitably a draw. Not surprisingly the trio are friends and musical allies of SF local scary ones The Vanishing, The Phantom Limbs, and Black Ice. Intense girl and boy vocals over hectic, deranged sludgy noise. 8 songs = 51 minutes.

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Bay area black metal masters Von were responsible for two of the most important USBM documents ever, the Satanic Blood and Blood Angel demos, considered by many to be the first US black metal record(s), and to this day, those records continue to inspire a legion of musical hordes, who strive to emulate that furious idiosyncratic raw that few can reproduce. What few people know, is that right after the release of those demos, the members of Von shifted their focus to another project, with a way different sound and vibe, called Sixx, which was anything but black metal, instead a dark, creepy, brooding, gothic deathrock, think Bauhaus, Christian Death, Specimen, all minor key spidery guitars, swirling dark ambience, pounding new wave drums, and of course, super dramatic crooned vocals. It seems almost prescient, considering that this sound is enjoying a pretty serious resurgence these days: past Record Of The Weekers Soror Dolorosa, Hateful Abandon, Factums, Dial M For Murder, Cold Cave, Crystal Stilts, etc. But this demo, recorded in 1991, was as mentioned above, recorded hot on the heels of two of the most grim and raw, blasting black metal records ever! And while it may not directly inform the actual sound, it does speak to what a strange and special record the Sixx demo was and is. Chiming guitars and krauty rhythms, lots of reverb and delay, a dark brooding ambience, we hear lots of classic goth and darkwave and new wave, Kommunity FK, Human Drama, Tones On Tail, and the more we listen to it, the more the link between Sixx and Von crystallizes, both bands trafficked in simple stripped down songs, most with only one or two parts, vocals repetitive and mantric, in fact, in some ways, Sixx almost sounds like Von with all the distortion removed, right down to those classic Von goaty grunts. That said, just 'cause you like Von, doesn't necessarily mean you'll like Sixx, but if you dig that sound, and any of the above mentioned bands, then Sixx's Sister Devil might just be your lost reissue / rediscovered gem of the year.

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Another SUPER LIMITED cd-r from the Jyrk Collective (run by the guys in the Yellow Swans) who also just recently released the amazing (and also quite limited) Grey Daturas / Yellow Swans collaboration found elsewhere on this list. Unlike the GD / YS collaboration, this is a good old fashioned split, with each band offering up twenty minutes or so of their particular brand of skree. The Yellow Swans deliver a practically swoonsome drone, haunting and mysterious, with simple plodding percussion, occasional elctronic filigree and moody Eastern sounding guitar melodies. So nice. The Skaters take the noisier road, with a clangy clattery blown out soundscpae of distorted drones, buzzy fuzzy electronic whir and heavily affected disembodied vocalisations. Thickly layered and weirdly otherworldly. And again, just to drive that point home, THIS IS VERY LIMITED. By the time you read this review, this cd-r will already be out of print. So if you want one act fast!

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Local folks may have seen these guys tearing up stages around town. Although maybe tearing up isn't precisely what these guys do. They're much more of a brooding behemoth. But they're much more than that. Almost confusingly so (but in a good way!) Anyway, Skin Horse are a trio who traffic in long stretches of plodding doom, mathy jangle, and epic post rock, laced with haunting atmospherics and deep black ambience. This 3 song cd-r is their debut, and each of the three tracks is totally different, and in some cases almost sound like different bands, but somehow, the tracks do manage to fit together, a little disjointedly, but still strangely cohesive. The opener begins with a sheet of guitar noise under static and strange voices, soaring harmonics, and rumbling drones, when the band do finally kick in, it's a sort of slowcore, dronedoom hybrid. Plodding and downtuned and heavy, but weirdly melodic, the guitars heavy and abstract, the drums a caveman pound, vocals a harsh shriek, Khanate fans will be all over this, as will all ultradoomlords. But only maybe until the second track, which begins with dark minor key guitar jangle, which erupts into some awesomely nineties sounding mathrock, all clean guitars, and convoluted arrangements, before locking into a spiraling freakout, all tribal rhythms, and squealing feedback, a stuttering riff and swirls of FX, launching immediately into the final track, another blast of angular clean guitar mathrock, but structure like doom, so the chords ring out, the drums crash, but there's tons of space, some super abstract arrangements, killer dynamics, all wrapped around a super intense main minor key melody, the kind of stuff we could listen to forever, before again, locking into an extended outro, a cool woozy chugging groove, that eventually gives way to a brief stretch of moody Slintish drift to finish off. We've been inundated with post rock metal bands, or post metal or whatever, but Skin Horse are as far as we can remember the first band to fuse math rock with serious doom metal, and we're definitely up for hearing more. Packaged in hand sewn, hand screened red or black pouches, LIMITED TO 200 COPIES, each one hand numbered.

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We'd been dying to hear more Skin Horse ever since their self released 3 song ep from last year, a killer mix of lurching black doom, mathy post rock, and epic dark ambience. So here we have one new track (it's a long one though, nearly 14 minutes), and it definitely takes off right where the ep left off. Beginning with a dark brooding slowcore skitter, although it's laced with some super strange warbly downtuned tones, that make the whole thing sound a bit twisted and off kilter. The heaviness builds, as heaviness so often does, but here it just wraps itself around that initial post rocky guitar part instead of obliterating it completely, making for some seriously moody heaviness. Once things get going, the guitars are slathered on thick, and allowed to bow and bend the otherwise straight ahead jams into yet another warped groove, there do seem to be vocals, but they're buried way down in the murk. About halfway through, Skin Horse shift gears and get super intense and aggro, going all mathy, offering up bursts of ultra tight rock, before splintering into some plodding ultra doom, the vocals a caustic wail, the guitars an oozing black buzz, the drums a massive plod, and just as you're getting into that slow motion groove, they shift gears again and bliss out, the guitars becoming nearly translucent, drifting over a sea of sizzling cymbals, weird bits of sampled preaching, dense grinding effects laden buzz, building to another mathy metallic frenzy, before almost dubbing out into a long, sprawling outro. Killer stuff, definitely need to see these guys pull this off live. Skin Horse share this two song half hour split with a band called Nanda Devi, who we'd never heard before now, but who definitely seem like a good match for Skin Horse. Their 18 minute epic begins with layered sheets of noise, buried bits of melody and softly strummed guitars, which give way to some surprisingly melodic post rocking, the drums massive and LOUD, the guitars simple and stripped down, swirling and building into some metallic Godspeed territory, in come the howled Neurosisy vocals, but the cool thing is, the guitars are still not heavy or distorted, instead jangling and shimmering and singing and soaring, a good contrast with the raw gruff vocals and the wildly chaotic drumming. They too shift gears part way through, the drums getting all tribal, the guitars getting more angular, and beginning another slow build, until a second guitar swoops in adding all sorts of spaciness to the proceedings. Another bout of howled vocals, and the song unwinds in a flurry of tripped out spaced out swirling whirling epic heaviness. Bad ass. And BOTH bands here come WAY recommended.

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Sky Pilots' self-titled debut release is packed with angstful male vocals, chunky guitars, and slabs of bass. This Bay Area trio's sound is very infused with the heavy raw Chicago Albini-isms, but with some Brooklyn hip styliness too. Cool stuff.

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Wander again through the mystic meadows with these two lazy troubadours of the rustic psych folk revival. Glenn Donaldson and Donovan Quinn and friends are back with another installment (11 songs, 35 minutes) of the SGL's always sunshiney and melodious mellowness. The haze hasn't lifted, these boys are still sitting crosslegged and deep in the dandelions, drifting astrally across their own inner California state of mind, a cosmos of '60s dosed song-half-writing... by that we just mean that this and other SGL artifacts could all be One, though this IS way more song-based than other Jewelled Antler related projects. They gently strum and strum and mumble and sing of Sally Orchid and the Egyptian Circus and Silvery Branches, and love, always love, and this is certainly lovely... Imagine (imagination is what the SKG's and their lyrically cryptic concepts certainly stoke) the delivery of a Dylan afflicted with the Olivia Tremors, engaged in pastoral nature worship, on a California trip. We should also note the bumper-sticker ready song title here: "Jesus Was Californian". WWJD? Eat organic avocados!

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The Skygreen Leopards is perhaps the only project from the hydra-headed Jewelled Antler collective to still exist in this day and age. Way back in the heady days of home-burnt cd-rs, we championed all things Jewelled Antler, whose rotating cast of characters took up more band names and projects than you could shake a stick at. Most of Jewelled Antler harbored a loosely structured psychedelia of freak-folk droning and method-acting sonic pharmacology, with the Skygreen Leopards being the most song-based, with summery jangle-pop duets between Jewelled Antler ringleader Glenn Donaldson (also known as Xavier Cross of Teenage Panzerkorps and Horrid Red) and Donovan Quinn. Each of the songs on Family Crimes lopes along at a jaunty pace for the duo's Byrds-ian 12-string strumming and wide-eyed wonder in effortlessly creating this wistful pop gem of mundane juvenalia and just slightly bittersweet tales of love and love lost...

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Yeah, we know this came out a coupla months ago, but we think it makes a perfect late summer into autumn kind of listen. Y'know, one that's best listened to amid the soft rustle of freshly falling leaves and the cooler evening breezes. The Skygreen Leopards' latest album Gorgeous Johnny is filled with a baker's dozen willowy psych-tinged folk pop numbers. Their pretty, slightly woozy melodies drift in and out of the shadows, making for an ever so comfortingly drowsy listen. Adding a bit more sweetness to the hazy warm concoction is the presence of The Papercuts' Jason Quever on bass, drums and piano. The band continues to follow surefootedly in the distinctly west coast countrified pop Americana tradition of The Byrds, Moby Grape, Quicksilver Messenger Service, and Grateful Dead. Definitely recommended if you dig contemporaries like Devendra Banhart, Fleet Foxes and Vetiver too.

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The Jewelled Antler circle of influence continues to grow as various bands and groups and indviduals of the Jewelled Antler ilk leave the JA nest and find themselves releasing records for different labels. The Skygreen Leopards, who occupy the poppier side of the JA spectrum, and who recently released a record on Soft Abuse, now find themselves on Jagjaguwar, with a brand new cd coming next month. But in the meantime, Jagjaguwar has released this super limited vinyl-only 12" to tide us all over. And like past Skygreen Leopards releases, it is indeed a gem. Sparkling avant folk collides with subtly psychedelic sort-of-pop, reverbed banjo and delicately strummed acoustic guitars, gorgeous breathy vocals, field recordings and all sorts of sonic filligree. Darkly delerious, sparkling and shimmery, and perfectly beautiful. VERY LIMITED so don't delay!

Here's another six songs of glistening folk-psych wonderment from what's probably the indie-rock poppiest of Jewelled Antler aligned combos currently going, The Skygreen Leopards. The 'Leps core duo of JA bigwig Glenn Donaldson (Thuja, Ivytree, Blithe Sons, Franciscan Hobbies, Buried Civilizations, etc. etc.) and Donovan Quinn (Verdure) here turn in perhaps the most electric Skygreen set yet, with much jangling, buzzing guitar, sweet sweet vocals from both boys, solidly rickety drums and just plain fine, sorta '60s psych sounding songwriting, dosed with hazy, lazy melodies and mythic imagery. Nature has its fresh breezes and warm sunshine, the Jewelled Antler collective has the Skygreen Leopards. Lovely, so lovely.

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Of the very many, very special tines of the Jewelled Antler, it's the Skygreen Leopards perhaps who are best known for airy-fairy folk songcraft. The pastoral folk duo of Donovan Quinn (Verdure, Horticultural Compass) and Glenn Donaldson (Thuja, Ivytree, Blithe Sons, Buried Civilizations, Franciscan Hobbies, Horticultural Compass, etc. etc.), with the occasional help of their "Skyband", have now brought us their third or so album proper (for which the LP-only and now-out-of-print Child God In The Garden Of Idols reviewed last list was but a hazy prelude). Listen in to these boys strumming and singing and lazing about in a sunny Sunday sound-world, grooving with the birds in the trees and the flowers in the fields, into which they've introduced flute and organ and, above all, their voices. Voices that are a little bit Richard Youngs, a little bit Ariel Pink... breathy and high and delicate. As suggested by the artwork -- one of Glenn's lovely nature-fantasia collages -- this is the words and music of fragile fluttering butterflies thinking deep thoughts, mystical thoughts...not that the quasi-religious themes of the lyrics are all that easy to decipher within the raw Jewelled Antler production aesthetic.

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We often wonder...can those Jewelled Antler guys do no wrong? Naw, so far, it seems not. Once you're hooked, you're hooked, and we can't help but sing the praises of pretty much all the releases to emanate from this inspired Bay Area "collective" of nature-loving, often-improvising, uber-prolific music-lovers, whether they be cd-r releases on their own Jewelled Antler imprint or one of the many spun-off to other like-minded labels. Like this one, on Soft Abuse. It's the second album from Skygreen Leopards, the duo of Glenn Donaldson (Thuja, Mirza, The Birdtree, etc.) and Donovan Quinn (Verdure), and they sort of align with the other Jewelled Antler "pop/vocal" duos Blithe Sons (also with Donaldson) and Child Readers. But unlike those two, the Skygreen Leopards' songs are actually composed and rehearsed, less products of the moment than good ol' songcraft. Not that they went into any fancy studio to make this or anything, indeed the field recording that opens this disc situates the duo out in a pasture somewhere, seemingly serenading a bovine audience with their achingly lovely, loosely structured psych-folk-pop music. Gentle, whispy vocals sing songs with mythical lyrics, full of both melanchoic sadness and hope. Such song titles as "All Our Plagues Were Rainbows" and "Let Me Grow In Your Meadow" are good indications of what their music evokes. With a vast array of instrumentation (in common with most Jewelled Antler projects) including 6 & 12 string guitars, dulcimer, portable turntable, 5 string banjo, bouzouki, Hammond, chord organ, tamborines, mandolin, penny whistle, and echoplex, Glenn and Donovan conjure some quite beautiful nap-time music, sleepy and serene. Their songs should, obviously, be of great appeal to the whole Ptolemaic Terrascope/Broken Face crowd, with echoes of Elephant 6 (a little Olivia Tremor Control I'm hearing), early Tyrannosaurus Rex, Richard Youngs' folkier stuff. Resplendent in one of Glenn's crude but colourful collages, populated as always by mysterious bird-headed figures, One Thousand Bird Ceremony is an album that captures the la la las of fluffy clouds passing overhead, as the Skygreen Leopards say "Hello To All Your Rain" (track 7).

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SORRY. Local producer and musician Dave Biegel of Bugs. This new 12" goes in an epic darkstep direction.

Now that '90s doomlords Sleep are back together again, touring and even releasing new music (the one-sided 12" we recently listed), it's perfect timing for this release - their very first, long out of print album, officially reissued on vinyl for the very first time!! (With download, too.) Nascent underground heavies Sleep, after changing their name from Asbestos Death, put out this, their Billy Anderson produced debut full-length, way back in 1991 (when, remember, doom wasn't the popular genre it is today). The title is likely a nod to Black Sabbath's Vol. 4, as of course Sabbath are obviously a big influence - but Vol. 1 doesn't exactly swing as Sabbathy as Sleep's Holy Mountain, their stoner-groovy sophomore album, would. Instead, Vol. 1 is a darker beginning, aligned with the contemporary likes of Gore, Eyehategod, and the Melvins; its spare, lumbering riffs and unhappy vokills giving off an opiated evil vibe, more suggestive of hard drugs than friendly ol' pot. Though we're sure lots of marijuana was smoked in the making of this feedback-laced, plodding, nihilistic heaviness that anticipated the sound of Khanate some years later. Song titles like "Numb", "Anguish", "Catatonic", "The Suffering", and "Scourge" ought to give you an idea of the mindset here - this is the sort of Sleep from which you might never wake up. FYI: while we still have a bunch on hand at the moment, this first pressing is apparently already sold out at the label, so when we run out, it'll be at least a month or two before we'll see more...

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One of our fave new Bay Area indie labels Dynamophone close out 2007 with a fresh batch of aural treats. They are four installments in their limited edition 3" cd-r ep Parcel series by the likes of Sleep Robot, Science Teacher, Lullaby League and Curium. Chances are if you've been paying attention to our recent aQ lists you're probably already as enchanted with this label's richly atmospheric hazily dreamy roster as we are, and will welcome these four into your music collection. This one features three new delicate drone tracks by Sleep Robot (aka Henry Clarke). Don't delay though! Each release comes in a diminutive square cardboard box festooned with a full color cover art sticker, and is limited to 100 each. We only have a couple handfuls. Once they're gone, they're gone!

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This is the debut cd-r from lone sludge-folk troubadour Sleepy Boy Moe from Oakland. There's so much murk and hiss on his lo-lo-fi recordings that they sound like they're coming off an old cassette tape that was retrieved from the bottom of the lake. But don't let that dissuade you. Peer through the haze and listen close. You'll hear what we've likened to the tweaked instability of Daniel Johnston sung through the sandy throat of Tom Waits.

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San Francisco psych lords (and lady) Sleepy Sun have been making quite a name for themselves as of late, and with the long waited arrival of their debut full length it's easy to understand why: Sleepy Sun simply rock. There is enough of what everyone loves about psychedelia - swirling guitars, melodic wandering basslines, all kinds of cool percussion, and vocals that seem to float hazily in the atmosphere - but there's just something about these guys that seems so natural and sincere, so much so that they are pretty much able to transcend the trappings of a genre that is overloaded with stale wannabes. Sleepy Sun recall everyone from Dead Meadow (in fact, we're pretty positive the song "Sleepy Son" features a riff Dead Meadow made use of a while back, not that we're complaining, it's a killer riff!) to Neil Young to Bardo Pond, without coming off as anything other than themselves. There's plenty of acoustic instrumentation, giving the album a nice folky vibe at times, rendered all the more powerful when the band launches into their fuzzed out stoner jams, and it's not unthinkable to assume that SLEEPy Sun may also be indebted to stoner gods Sleep, as the heavier excursions have no difficulty making their way to the riff filled land. That said, things never get to the point of discomfort for people who aren't into that kind of thing. Embrace features 8 tracks, including the song "White Dove" from the 7" of the same name, as well as the two songs from the New Age/Lord 10" reviewed recently. The other songs follow a similarly stoned path, and the album flows really well with its clear production and celestial spaciousness. And it just SOUNDS so damn good - there's soaring dual guitars played by dudes who know how to expertly wrangle a wah wah pedal, the drums pound sufficiently but know just when to lay low, and then there's the beautiful, spectral harmonies, which lead to some of the strongest moments on Embrace. All the while, there is a serious understanding of how to groove, and the warm, super catchy basslines keep things moving perfectly. It's interesting to see the reactions people have when we put this on. The sounds created by Sleepy Sun sound so familiar in some ways, but this album is like a breath of fresh air, and will no doubt win over all types of music fans with its dreaminess, its heaviness, and its classic sense of songcraft. If you've been digging Wooden Shjips, White Hills, or any other of today's best and brightest psych groups, then you have to check this out. With its mid-June arrival, Embrace makes for perfect summertime listening, especially here in San Francisco. Take that as you will...

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San Francisco's psych headz are back with a killer follow-up to last year's Embrace, which made itself quite at home on the aQ store stereo. Picture that same psychedelic sound, heavy goovin' riffs, swirling vocal harmonies, blazing fuzz solos, all wrapped up and even more polished into a deep pop outing. Not to say that Fever comes off as a complete '60s/'70s rock rip off, it's quite the opposite. Sleepy Sun manage to take elements of the past and fuse them into a direction that is all their own. We're hearing a familiar leaning toward Dead Meadow-ish riffage, slooooow head nodding rhythms and flailing untamed guitar leads, something we loved about Embrace. But there's a dash of something different here, there's a pop sensibility about Fever that reminds us of folks like Band of Horses or MGMT, basically more hooks and straightforward pop catchiness. "Marina" opens the record with an Eastern flavored fuzz guitar lead, droning and soaring into the red horizon. Suddenly the band kick in out of nowhere with a dirgey Blue Cheer romp, the kind of heavy kick that sets the tone for the rest of the album. But be forewarned, among all the heaviness and psychedelia lurks a hippy undertone that we can't ignore. Mostly bongo interludes and peppy flute stuff, sort of cheesy to some ears, but as far as we're concerned it totally works. "Acid Love" is another standout track, droooooning twangy distorted guitars turning and rumbling below soaring vocal lines. We're hearing similarities to Penastar-era Earth, granted the ethereal female vocals harmonies soaring into oblivion are a new touch that is super rewarding and pleasant. So nice, so recommended, and so perfect for your upcoming summer road trip!

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Hazily drifting along like a fog over the bay, San Francisco's own Sleepy Sun have been making quite a name for themselves as of late, and it's easy to hear why with this 10" single. Being their first recording for the fairly high profile ATP label, it's not difficult to imagine Sleepy Sun's dreamily drugged out psychedelia hitting the spot with both the potheads and the indie rockers. To put it simply, Sleepy Sun are a jam band. But don't let the words "jam band" scare you away, as this has less to do with Widespread Panic and hacky sacks and more to do with, well, JAMMING, while thankfully keeping a steady hand on actual songcraft. It seems like the logical progression a band like Dead Meadow should have made after their shoegazey Feathers album. One customer thought it sounded a bit like a male-fronted Cat Power, which isn't necessarily too far off the mark, as the band possesses an earthy, bluesy sound with a definite nod to classic rock. The best thing about Sleepy Sun, however, is how effortlessly their songs are presented. They aren't "retro" or anything like that, instead using psychedelia as a stepping stone to venture off into their own realm full of burly bass lines, focused drumming and tasteful use of wah wah pedals (something easy to fuck up). The vocals are especially ethereal, and one can easily envision these tunes being made by a bunch of stoned angels jamming it out in the spheres. This limited release is pressed on appropriately cloudy vinyl with purple splatters and comes quite recommended.

Bluesy psychedelia packed far beneath a thick, heavy cloud of marijuana smoke. If you're willing to indulge and unlock the latent Creedence and Skynrd potential lying dormant within bands like Dead Meadow, eat an eighth, take this to the beach in headphones, and figure out just how far you can walk. Comprised of five members, Sleepy Sun musically grew together in Santa Cruz, eventually reaching the shores of the San Francisco Bay peninsula. And they do embody the popularly conceived vision of their hometown. Comfortable, a high drenched in fog, floating inland on ocean wind. Compositionally, things feel natural and free. Each instrument as integral as the rest. Breathing, moving. Always cohesive, without relying too heavily on the standard verse, chorus, verse format. Maneuvering in and around the beats, the lead vocalist's feelings, arrangements, and his both thoughtful and clever melodies bleed clear in the mix. In particular, "White Dove" is perfectly suited for a 7" release. It's essentially two separate movements, each expanding and contracting, showing one piece of the larger picture. These guys take the track and "smear it" across both sides. We've heard the full-length, and this excellent release is a glimpse of what lies waiting. (The album itself was recorded by Colin Stewart -- producer of Black Mountain and Destroyer) They're helping keep places like Santa Cruz weird. Literally a full-on trip soaked in feedback. Completely recommended.

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Up from the ashes of the beloved and astounding spectacle known as Idiot Flesh comes Sleepytime Gorilla Museum. At times, thunderously heavy carnivalesque metal like Mr. Bungle wrestling with SlipKnot. At others, minimal piano plinketry, disjointed

Sleepytime Gorilla Museum are in a league all their own, and have been since their beginnings back in 1999 when they rose out of the ashes of the equally indefinable, incomparable Bay Area ensemble Idiot Flesh. Truly inventive, imaginative and way the hell 'out there', who else has successfully integrated rock, pop, black metal, prog, Dada, Futurism, Butoh, puppetry, high falutin' art school-isms, utter madness (you name it!) into their monumental being? And yet the disparate elements all come together to form a cohesive elaborate body of work. It'd be easy to conclude that the members of this quintet live sleep and breathe SGM, but they all somehow have energy and time to do numerous other highly regarded creative activities too. Wow. Their fourth album is even more guerrilla than gorilla. It's an aural assault from the get go. The opening song "Helpless Corpses Enactment" blasts your tender ears in true black metal fashion. Then they move swiftly into wildly skewed territories that other artists would dare not tread, least of all as deftly and fearlessly as this group. Perhaps too monumentally strange and strangely monumental for some, In Glorious Times is not for everyone. It is not an album that you just slap on while your washing dishes or yakking on the phone. No, you must enter into it with focus and fortitude. Even still, be prepared for your ears to be dumbfounded and downright confused.

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Second album (third if you count the live one) from this Bay Area band (ex-Idiot Flesh) of musical maniacs into math and metal and, uh, museums. Herking and jerking heavily, this is surely some theatrical, bombastic prog, like a gothic industrial version of, say, Mr. Bungle, with both male and female vocals. At (rapid) turns spastic, melodic, melancholic, complex and controlled... Maybe a bit over-the-top for some -- too thespian for rock and roll y'know -- but definitely a good fit for the Web of Mimicry label and that whole surreal circusy scene, so fans of the Secret Chiefs and (of course) Sleepytime themselves will be well pleased.

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Cavemen on the cover, and a title referring to being a throwback to an earlier era? Stentorian vocals? Powerful riffage? Philosophical concepts? Fleet-fingered guitar godliness? Heavy and hyper, loud and proud, leatherclad heavy metal with all sorts of unexpected twists, music from a band that is perfectly willing to be both silly -and- serious and utterly, un-ironically blur those distinctions? Yes! It must be...it is! A new album from The Lord Weird Slough Feg! (Or just plain Slough Feg this time around, it seems. But they're still plenty weird, lord are they...) We've been singing the praises of this San Francisco heavy metal band for a few years now, so with the release of Atavism, their fifth full-length, I think we can assume that a lot of AQ-list-readers are perhaps already familiar with these guys, and maybe even devoted fans! So perhaps we needn't delve into the usual introductory description of the 'Feg (which would include the following: eccentric, epic, riff-tastic '70s and '80s lovin' heavy metal with a twin guitar attack that owes a lot to Iron Maiden, specifically Maiden's early Di'Anno era circa Killers). Instead we can say, first off, buy this! It's the new Slough Feg fer chrissakes. And it's freaking great -- could be their best yet, up there with Down Among The Deadmen anyway. Heck it's hard to pick a favorite record of theirs, but this one for sure has got all the insane guitar leads, dramatic vocals, exquisite harmonies, triumphal cadences, folky motifs, complex arrangements, and pulse-racing head-banging METAL you've come to expect from these guys. Epic as they are, Slough Feg are also never ones for trying their listener's attention spans -- or their own. So all kinds of awesome riffs and ideas get artfully arranged into lean, mean tracks, all muscle, no flab. Indeed, Atavism clocks in at a concise 38 minutes, with several of the fourteen tracks, like "Robusto" and "Portcullis", being relatively brief (but action-packed) instrumental interludes. Their previous album, 2003's Traveller, was limited somewhat by the strictures of being a concept album, and Slough Feg seems more suited to a free-wheeling fandango like Atavism, that can range through time and space and rock out however and whenever it wants, allowing a song like the majestic "High Season V" to immediately segue into the '70s boogie-groove of "Starport Blues" (the lyrics of which make reference to Devo's Smart Patrol)... Likewise, the Thin Lizzyish "Hiberno-Latin Invasion" sits here comfortably next to an instrumental workout like "Climax Of A Generation", a track quite possibly inspired by Greg Ginn's Gone. Not to mention the declamatory acoustic introspection of "Atavism" or the doomy Homeric epic "Eumaneus The Swineherd" or the rollicking and defiant "I Will Kill You/You Will Die", etc. etc... all of 'em tightly and energetically interlocking, like they do it live. Delightfully prog one moment, headbangingly metallic the next, then suddenly off on a bluegrass-inspired tangent... from stuff that sounds like Slayer to stuff that sounds like show tunes, they are sworn to no rules, yet everything they do is unmistakably Slough Feg -- in large part to the larger-than-life vocal presence and unique style of singer/guitarist Mike Scalzi, whose baritone delivery has been accurately described by another reviewer as "like a warcry -- a lament and an oath all rolled in one". Hammers Of Misfortune fans know him too, but here in his own band he gets to fully unleash his vision of heroic, hectic metal madness. Not too long ago we listed a 7" on which Slough Feg covered an obscure NWOBHM song called "Heavy Metal Rules". So true. And they've followed that up with Atavism to really prove the point! Heavy metal does indeed rule, and bands like Slough Feg (of which there aren't all that many!) are the reason why.

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San Francisco heavy metallists Slough Feg (aka The Lord Weird Slough Feg), led by vocalist/guitarist Mike Scalzi, have built up a deserved cult following over the years, whom we guarantee will NOT be disappointed with the contents of their latest epic, eccentric metal opus Hardworlder, their sixth full-length album. Indeed, Slough Feg's fans should be quite thrilled. And with luck Hardworlder will recruit some new devotees to the cult of 'Feg as well, they deserve it 'cause nobody but nobody makes albums with this sort of peculiar panache anymore these days. Not since the '80s, or even the '70s, from whence the guitars of Hardworlder seem to hail, and there's a heckuva lot of guitar here... memorable riffs and virtuoso solos and Maiden-ized twin axe harmonies... guitars guitars guitars! It's evident that Slough Feg's latest revised lineup (which features a change of drummer, and "Don" Angelo Tringali of cult doomsters Cold Mourning replacing Hammers Of Misfortune's John Cobbett on second lead guitar) has if anything only enhanced the "guitariness" of this band, as if that was imaginable. The Scalzi/Tringali dual guitar teamwork is phenomenal, and both guys peel off leads left and right, not just to impress with the notes they can play but because they simply can't contain their love for the raw beauty that can flow from fully cranked Gibson Les Pauls. They've got the power, and the responsibility, to play like they've taken up the torch of every great heavy metal band from the '70s and the '80s that's fallen by the wayside... This album's title is a word they coined themselves, referring to the idea of a space-travelling adventurer bumming around on a rough planet in a bad part of the galaxy, a loner toughened by life on a "hard world" -- typified by Gully Foyle, the protagonist of sci-fi author Alfred Bester's 1956 classic The Stars My Destination (read it sez Allan and Andee!!). A book and character which provides the inspiration for the track "Tiger! Tiger!" as well as for the Kirby-esque comic-book illustration that graces this album's cover. Interestingly, if you Google "Hardworlder", you'll find that Slough Feg managed to come up with a term that ONLY exists in connection with this album. You'll find their website, their MySpace page, their Wikipedia page, the review of Hardworlder in last week's Village Voice (yes, strangely enough, right next to the new Pharoahe Monch and Smashing Pumpkins -- how'd that happen??? The Village Voice says, "Badass sci-fi metal that it's finally cool to listen to"...we've been telling folks that for years...). You might also run across someone else's MySpace page, who goes by the handle Hardworlder -- but it turns out it belongs to an Australian university student who's a huge Slough Feg fanatic. He's gonna be happy when he hears this! The album's opening one-two punch is hard to beat: the relentless build-up of adrenaline instrumental "The Return Of Dr. Universe" which leads us breathless into the impactful majesty of "Tiger! Tiger!", destined to be considered an instant classic in the Slough Feg canon we're sure! But the rest of the album is up to that mighty task -- the majesty continues with midtempo maritime lament "The Sea Wolf", and thence through to the doomy riffs of the album's title track, and onward... Hardworlder seems to possess an anthemic, sweeping, saddened grandeur, a more uniform overall feel than its shorter and more schizo predecessor Atavism, although you'll find that Slough Feg sashay down all the (un)usual skyways and byways you might expect from them. The manly, melodic doom-paced epics coexist here with rollicking '70s styled hard rockers (such as "Frankfurt-Hahn Airport Blues", obviously a nod to Atavism's equally boogie-riffed "Starport Blues"). "Insomnia" starts off Thin Lizzyish to the max, but halfway through the band rides into the Halls Of Manowar, and a wordless Viking chorus rings out... The galloping requiem of the psychological tragedy "Poisoned Treasures" (reprised from their split 7" with Bible Of The Devil) will get stuck in your head, as will much more on this impossibly catchy album... And one of our favorite tracks here is the lengthy show-stopping instrumental "Galactic Nomad", with an almost-Allmans level of gorgeous guitar interplay, that could illicit a "we're not worthy" from The Fucking Champs themselves. And while Hardworlder's obviously working the science fiction angle that proved popular for 'em on their concept album Traveller, it also serves up ye olde Celtic folk in the Slough Feg tradition -- in fact, one of the two (2) cover songs here is a version of "Dearg Doom" by '70s Irish folk-rockers Horslips. The other cover is "Street Jammer", originally by '80s American epic metal weirdists Manilla Road. Both are tributes to Slough Feg's influences in a general, not specific sense, since we happen to know that they'd never heard either band until years and years after Slough Feg's inception. Speaking of influences, if you listen close to "Street Jammer" you'll hear some Chuck Berry licks thrown in not found on the original... and we'll also note that Slough Feg deliberately selected an early Manilla Road song, that's a lot more hot rockin' than what people usually think of in connection with that band. Further, while we're usually more into covers that DON'T sound so much like the originals, in the case of these two songs it's OK that they do since a) they're pretty obscure and b) both still totally sound like Slough Feg could have written them. Ok, we're rambling, and you get the idea... Hardworlder is another ripping masterwork from a band that will either dominate your metal-addled mind, or you just won't get. We hope you do. 'Nuff said.

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We thought WE were big fans of San Francisco's most (bizarre) metal export, The Lord Weird Slough Feg... turns out there's a record store, Megadisc, in Poland, who are even bigger fans. This past summer they arranged for Slough Feg to fly to Warsaw and perform a show (just them - no opening acts!), to be professionally recorded for posterity, in the form of this "official live cd" from Slough Feg, the first ever release on Megadisc's new record label. Basically, this is a release for equally obsessed fans. You probably already know if you're interested in owning this! But, if you want some more info... there's 13 tracks here, over 70 minutes of delirious riffery and epic shred. All of Slough Feg's eight studio albums from 1996-2010, with the odd exception of Atavism, are represented, with a song or three. They do "Red Branch" from the self-titled debut, "Highlander" from Twilight Of The Idols, "Sky Chariots", "Warriors Dawn", and "Traders And Gunboats" from Down Among The Deadmen, "High Passage/Low Passage" from Traveller, "Tiger! Tiger!" and "Frankfurt-Hahn Airport Blues" from Hardworlder, "Ape Uprising" and "Shakedown At The Six" from Ape Uprising, and "The 95 Thesis", "Lycanthropic Fantasies", and "Free Market Barbarian" from their most recent record, The Animal Spirits. Great songs, all of 'em. It's a good sampler for those you haven't heard all of Slough Feg's records, and it's cool to hear their earlier stuff done by the current (and, we think, best) lineup. Plus, for their finale, they do a crazed cover of Thin Lizzy's "Sha-la-la", which they had only previously recorded on a split 7" with Bible Of The Devil. The recording quality is indeed pretty excellent, but the disc sure still sounds "raw", 'cause that's the way the BAND sounds, and oftentimes just a bit sloppy, not that it's easy to play this stuff anyhow. As Slough Feg's mastermind, singer/guitarist Mike Scalzi states in the liner notes, and in fact takes pains to point out, they definitely didn't do any overdubs afterwards - this is a legit live document, not faked or doctored in any way. No flubs fixed, that means. And there are a few, definitely some fleeting fuckups, but most of the time the band is in fine form and certainly full of frenzied energy! Scalzi's vocals vary a bit from "on" to otherwise, as well. But heck, he's playing guitar too, and running around, and apparently operating on very little if any sleep... And as any fan would expect, his in-between song stage banter is inadvertently (or perhaps advertently?) hilarious, full of typical Scalzi non-sequiturs that probably puzzled the polite yet enthusiastic Polish audience. Scalzi sounds a bit bemused and abashed by the strangeness of the situation. "Metal night is no time to be polite." If you've never seen Slough Feg, this won't exactly substitute, you'd be missing the full Feg experience, for one thing you don't get to see Scalzi's acrobatic antics and how he interacts with the audience (and we get the idea that this particular show wasn't as wild in that regard as some). But, you do get to hear how they, in the tradition of old style '70s bands, like to extend and jam out on some of their songs in concert, for instance the guitar soloing duel the two guitarists get into in the midst of the 12+ minutes of "Warriors Dawn", which definitely gets a bit wacky... Comes with a huge 28 page cd booklet full of color photos of Slough Feg on stage in Warsaw, and also being tourists about the city, seeing the sights, eating ice cream, shopping at the Megadisc store, etc. Supposedly also soon to be released on vinyl, but we don't know about that for sure.

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Huzzah! San Francisco's idiosyncratic old school metal masters Slough Feg are back with a new record, already! We made their previous album, 2009's Ape Uprising, a Record Of The Week, and wrote, like, thousands of words about it. So we'll be a bit briefer here, whilst still giving this our highest recommendation. If you liked it when they Aped it Up, then you know what you're in for on The Animal Spirits. Kinda... Slough Feg already did an album called Atavism, but THIS is their most atavistic yet. Their most '70s rock. (Heck, most Broadway too.) In part, heavy, ripping, raw. In part, majestically melodic. So very melodic, and often major-key, almost pop instead of metal. But not "pop-metal", no not that. And always, always, eccentric. Also epic, can't forget epic, though none of the songs are even over 5 minutes long. Speaking of epics, what metal band would do a song about somebody named Thor, on an ocean voyage, and have it NOT be about Vikings? Slough Feg, naturally, with this album's "Kon-Tiki", about Norwegian explorer Thor Heyerdahl's daring raft expedition across the Pacific in 1947. Another unusual, historical number is "The 95 Thesis", about Martin Luther and the Reformation, maybe the only metal song on that subject and certainly the only one to features the lines "Some hide in sophistry but you had the balls / to nail your thesis to the cathedral wall", as it's not so much about religious history as it is about someone being a badass. So, perhaps even moreso than on other Slough Feg albums, expect the unexpected. Like the crude but cool b&w artwork, for instance, drawn by the band's vocalist/guitarist/mastermind Mike Scalzi himself. Or the Alan Parsons Project (!) cover they do, "The Tell-Tale Heart", which utterly sounds like a Slough Feg tune, Scalzi totally owning the vocal part originally sung by none other than Arthur "I Am The God Of Hellfire" Brown on the 1976 original. It's also perhaps unexpected that this record would be released on cult avant blackened doom label Profound Lore (though they've lately been signing a lot of the Bay Area underground's best, it seems). Sure, PL has put out some somewhat "trad" metal before, like the last Hammers Of Misfortune double disc and the recent, recommended Dawnbringer opus, but this still has to be the weirdest release on Profound Lore ever... who, by the way, claim that Slough Feg are America's most important heavy metal band of the past 20 years! Over those years, especially with their current lineup, Slough Feg certainly have earned a reputation as an incredible live act, really you won't see too many more impressive or entertaining performances from a metal band, or any band, these days. They're a band that rejoices in being on stage, that revels in the skill they possess and the power they wield, and they capture that spirit and energy and showmanship and sense of abandon with these new songs for sure. The Animal Spirits is lively, dare we say playful. Sometimes cryptically, cleverly humorous. Bold and brash and totally unselfconscious. So they can do rockin' tracks like the frantic boogie of opener "Trick The Vicar", or the thrashy closer "Tactical Air-War" (which features special guest vocalist, Bobbie Wright of another San Fran metal cult, Brocas Helm!!), and in between find room for a few numbers that are closer to musical theater, though still quite heavy. We've talked about the unexpected, the other hand, you CAN of course expect plenty of guitar harmonies, shredding leads, bombastic vocals, and memorable riffs... they still sound 100 percent like Slough Feg (and thus a bit like Maiden, a bit like Priest, a bit like Sabbath, and a bit like Thin Lizzy). If you've ever said, nobody makes music like that anymore, well Slough Feg do. But they're original about it too. Oh, and good thing they released this in time for Halloween, as there's songs about both vampires and werewolves on here. The latter, live stand out "Lycanthropic Fantasies", is a show stopper on stage, and one of this disc's best as well. The former, "Ask The Casket", is a ridiculously melodic dirge inspired by the cult '60s TV gothic horror soap opera Dark Shadows. Another of our favorite tracks is "Second Coming", which starts off acoustically, and features one of Scalzi's most emotive and heartfelt vocal performances, as well as (more) gorgeous twin lead guitarwork... like Slough Feg's earlier "The Sea Wolf", it's a song inspired by writer Jack London, but maybe 'cause the lyrics make reference to San Francisco, it seems like Scalzi's really singing about himself here, somehow. Finally, by the way, unlike Ape Uprising, which did have a song or two about apes, The Animal Spirits is NOT about animals (or spirits). The title refers to an archaic philosophical concept that Scalzi finds amusing, and we don't think pertains to the content of any of the songs on here.

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First off: amazing drumming on this new album from San Francisco's Slough Feg - nimble, energetic, imaginative!! Ok, maybe we're prejudiced since their drummer Harry now works here at aQ, and besides we've been friends/fans of this cult metal band for years and years. But still, nice job Harry! Those fills, yeah. We're not kidding. Though we are trying to embarrass Harry a bit... Digital Resistance, Slough Feg's first full-length for big league label Metal Blade, finally follows up 2010's The Animal Spirits (on Profound Lore) with another lively and dramatic, vintage-analog sounding assortment of prog-influenced, super catchy heavy metal / hard rock weirdness, mixing Thin Lizzy & Iron Maiden style guitar harmonies, Celtic folk melodies, nimble drumming (like we said!), equally nimble guitar soloing, proggy keyboards (at least, on amazingly titled opener "Analogue Avengers/Bertrand Russell's Sex Den", a schizoid, especially bombastic track that sounds more like a crazed version of Slough Feg's sister band Hammers Of Misfortune than anything else, and is the most anomalous cut on a diverse disc), and more! This album is perhaps Slough Feg's most 'mature' sounding, with lyrics alluding to getting older in a changing (digital) world, and some mellower moments with acoustic guitars mixed in amidst the rippin' majesty. But they stick to their old school guns, and do it in style, and stay as eccentric and awesome and entertaining as ever. And you just can't argue with the riffs in such killer cuts as "Magic Hooligan" and "Laser Enforcer"! The unique warrior-philosopher-bard persona of mainman Mike Scalzi (vocals, lyrics, riffs) comes through loud and clear as well. Heck don't just take it from us, this album got a 8.1 on Pitchfork, believe it or not (apparently the end times are here - Slough Feg reviewed by Pitchfork??!). It's hard not to go on and on like we've done in many previous Slough Feg reviews, to talk more about favorite cuts like the "The Price Is Nice" (inspired by watching Vincent Price movies on late-night TV) and "Warrior's Dusk" (which seemingly starts off in a typical epic mode of Celtic mythology but turns out to be a more personal lament about growing up), but rather than indulge ourselves and our fellow Feg-nerds we'll pretty much leave it at, totally recommended - as per usual! It's true, that for those of you who find 2001's power metal space opera Traveller to be the be-all and end-all of the Slough Feg canon, then this album isn't going to top that one, that's not where their heads are at these days. But if, like us, you've been a fan through Atavism and Hardworlder and Ape Uprising! and The Animal Spirits, if you've always been digging Slough Feg's idiosyncratic, playful, seventies-inspired take on what "metal" is and can be, doing whatever suits their fancy, then Digital Resistance should be to your liking, a little weirder in some ways, a little poppier in others, definitely Slough-Feg-sounding (and sounding great, production-wise, too!). FYI, this is the domestic cd, but we'll also be getting import vinyl soon too.

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Attention all headbanging nerds!! Look out, here's a brand new song from San Francisco's weird metal lords Slough Feg, a propulsive sci-fi themed rocker entitled "Laser Enforcer", sounding, especially in this rough-and-tumble demo version, a heck of a lot like some long lost NWOBHM single. We've heard it played live as well, it's a good one! It's slated to appear, in re-recorded form, on their upcoming studio album Digital Resistance, due out sometime next year on Metal Blade, but why wait? This raw rendition was originally intended for a split with cult Canadian doomsters Funeral Circle, but somehow that fell through, so here it is, self-released by the band on 7" vinyl, and paired instead with another, older recording from their vaults. We're especially taken with the groovy instrumental breakdown, with brief drum break and chicken scratch guitar pattern, that happens at about the 1:30 mark of "Laser Enforcer" and then recurs again a bit later on, both times segueing into emotive twin guitar leads, with lots of zip-zip-zap-zap sound FX swirling 'round. Elsewhere, the superbly melodic verse/chorus vocal parts find Slough Feg mainman Mike Scalzi's distinctive tenor in fine form, as he tells you the fantastical facts about what metaphysical effects his regime of laser enforcement will bring about. Despite the song's driving groove, it also has a sort of moody, melancholy vibe to it, interestingly enough. Definitely makes us look forward to the upcoming album, as if we weren't already. Then, for something completely different, the B side, from a previously unreleased 4-track recording that dates back to the Atavism era, is a Government Issue cover! Yep, the '80s DC hardcore band. Slough Feg do a dead-on job with their raging version of GI's "Blending In" from the 1984 album Joyride. It's a nod to Scalzi and fellow Slough Feg guitarist Angelo Tringali's roots in the punk scene back then; after all they've always cited the likes of Black Flag as an influence alongside Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden and Thin Lizzy. Limited to 500 copies.

Stop right there. FANS ONLY past this point. We're serious. Fortunately, we know that these heavy metal eccentrics have enthusiastic fans (as this release proves). Slough Feg have become one of those love 'em or hate 'em cult bands, where if you like 'em at all, you probably like 'em A LOT. Those of you for whom that's true, you just might be very interested in this double cd archival collection of, as the subtitle says, "Early Demos and Live Recordings". Meant to look a bit like a bootleg (since the band certainly doesn't want anyone to mistake this for a NEW Slough Feg album), it compiles obscure old recordings that many of Slough Feg's most dedicated followers haven't even heard. This stuff's from way, way down deep in the vaults. Be warned, though, the sound quality can be, in a word, rough. Shitty, even. Like we said, for fans only. If you're not already a 'Feg fan, but curious about these weird, Iron Maiden-y San Franciscan metal masters, may we suggest checking out their most recent opus Hardworlder (reviewed elsewhere on our site, along with all their other albums) and going from there? Ok, with that caveat emptor out of the way, we tell you true fans more about what you're gonna find here. Two discs' worth of Slough Feg history, going all the way back to the band's debut DIY demo cassette recording from the summer of 1990. That's what disc one starts with, the nine tracks of "The White Tape" (so called because the cassette they used for the master was white). The, er, "production" quality is seriously fucked up, lower-than-lo-fi with crazy level changes, weird bleed-throughs echoing from other tracks, abrupt edits, buzzing guitars and tape hiss... but give it a few minutes and you might get used to it! What do you expect from a tape made almost 20 years ago by some kids in a basement who barely knew how to work their borrowed 4-track?? However, people who have heard it had been bugging 'em to release it on cd and so here it is, in all its gnarly glory. The first thing a Slough Feg fan will notice is that it's not Mike Scalzi singing! The band lineup back then was quite a bit different from what most Slough Feg fans are familiar with. Band leader/chief songwriter Mike Scalzi wasn't the vocalist, in fact, he didn't even always play guitar. The band's original frontman was Omar Herd, who did his charismatic best to be "the black Paul Di'Anno". Chris Haa (older brother to eventual, erstwhile Slough Feg drummer Greg) was the lead guitarist. And Dave Passmore played drums. Mike, Dave and Omar had all been in bands together before, in the local Central Pennsylvania punk/hardcore scene. On this earliest stuff with Omar on the mic you can definitely hear their punk/hc roots. As raw and crappy as the sound is, the sheer frantic youthful energy and absurd abandon of these tracks is exciting and infectious. And despite the vintage and the variant lineup, it's definitely the Slough Feg fans know & love. You'll even recognize some of the songs, as the band recorded most - but not all - of 'em later on in their career. "Warp Spasm", "Highway Corsair", "Marauder", "Slough Feg", "Highlander"... But you've never heard "Sheets Of Red", "Journey Through The Halls Of Insanity", "Thoughts Of Sympathy", or "The Rock Song", although bits of some of them were cannibalized here and there for other songs. Maybe someday they'll do "The Rock Song" again, though it's hard to imagine Mike singing Omar's love gone bad lyrics about anchorman Dan Rather... Next up on disc one is what might be our favorite stretch of this whole set, a live soundboard recording from a 1990 show at a firehall in Altoona, PA. Mike plays bass, which is mainly heard as a clicking clacking of pick on strings, but very little actual "bass". Omar's vocals come through loud and proud though. And his between-song shit-talking, crowd-baiting banter is amusing. They do five songs off of The White Tape, plus a cover of Judas Priest's "Breakin' The Law". Again, the snotty, adrenalized, off-the-rails metallic madness of the whole thing is exhilarating and fun. Disc one finishes up with two demo tracks ("Highway Corsair" and "Highlander", the latter with completely different alternate lyrics) recorded in 1994, now with Mike on vocals, a couple years after Slough Feg (minus Omar and Dave) relocated to San Francisco. Disc two jumps forward to present live material recorded circa 1999-2002, after Slough Feg had some albums out. Bassists vary, but John Cobbett (Hammers Of Misfortune) shares guitar duties with Scalzi on all of this - stuff from a couple shows in San Francisco, and a gig in Germany (on tour with Solstice in 2000). Tracks from their self-titled first album, Twilight Of The Idols, Down Among The Deadmen, and Traveller all are aired, along with another never-studio-recorded number, a cover version of "Heavy Metal Hunter" by Japan's Metalucifer, which for a while was their standard encore. Though the distorted sound quality isn't what you'd hope for from an official live album, it's ok for a bootleg, which is basically what this is, a somewhat reluctantly authorized boot. We're only disappointed that they didn't include some other old demos, and/or live recordings we're sure must exist - where's their stoner rock jam "Radical Man" or their unlikely cover of Herbie Hancock's "Chameleon"?! These discs are packaged with some of the artwork that inspired Slough Feg, from the Slaine comic book. Also there's old flyers from shows "back in the day" with lots of random local bands who definitely aren't still around, that's for sure. The booklet also includes photos, and lyrics to the songs. But no liner notes, unfortunately. As a substitute, you do get, as the final track on disc two, a candid, slightly silly interview with mainman Mike Scalzi done for a German radio show in 2000. Wherein he claims that Slough Feg would be much more popular had he called the band "The Shit Boys" or "Nuclear Fate Europe", cites Elvis Presley, Little Richard, and Tiny Tim as his main influences, and openly discusses his gay love affair with Sacred Steel singer Gerrit Mutz. We're pretty confident that all diehard, true 'Feg fans (you might be one, if you're still reading this!) will find the material on The Slay Stack Grows to be of interest... historical, maybe hysterical, and without a doubt headbangin'. Besides, metallers tend to fetishize artifacts such as this, harking back to ye olde tape trading days, and while probably no one has ever traded a copy of The White Tape, that portion of this (and more) definitely evokes the ancient spirit of the eighties and earlier. Heck, maybe the scrappy (lack of) production will attract some underground black metal fans to the 'Feg. And now that The White Tape by 'the true' Slough Feg is immortalized on compact disc, fans can now wonder what the band would be like now if Omar had remained the singer... Oh, and speaking of diehard fetishistic stuff, get this: apparently Shadow Kingdom are gonna also release this on quadruple vinyl!! We'll believe it when we see it, however, 'cause that's crazy.

MPEG stream: Sheets Of Red
MPEG stream: Slough Feg
MPEG stream: Marauder (live 1990)
MPEG stream: Highlander (live 1999)

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