first published in Arthur No. 23 (July, 2006)
Exploring the Voids of All Known Undergrounds
by Byron Coley and Thurston Moore
It’s nice to report that Sickness has the most goddamned great locked groove we’ve heard in years. As good as any of the 500 locked grooves on RRR’s classic 500 Locked Grooves omnibus a few years back. It’s on the Sought for Slaying LP freshly minted by Hospital Productions (not to be confused with the Graveyards cassette on American Tapes with the same title which is only available in the Hospital store on 3rd Street NYC). Sickness has a sewer full of grey life noise releases and is linked to the most ferocious and panting of compadres in that scene. One dude killing it with gore stench tabletop and loving it.
Speaking of Hospital Records, Prurient master and store proprietor, Dominick Furnow, has finally opened the amazing Hospital store in NYC. Brian from Mouthus has been keeping us up to date with every nail he pounded into the bins of this basement bordello. It lies below a reggae record joint called Jammyland and not only does it serve up a sweet load of blackness, but it is very very neat. It is also the best art gallery in a city which prides itself in such things. Unbeknownst to the art scene in NYC, this space has the most absurd and arcane objets de fetishisme we’ve ever encountered. Beautiful box frames containing such brain zapping items as Hair Police Mike Connelly’s torn shirt guitar, Dominick’s first broken-to-screaming-shit microphones, Emil Beaulieau’s button down sweater! We picked up the Ash Pool first taste of slaughter cassette on Public Altar, which is Dom’s black metal duo with Kris Lapke (dude who plays drums on Purient’s Black Vase CD). Dom explains Ash Pool as a “black metal sound with more of a ritualized abusive/obsessive sexual theme of demise vs. the usual satanic garbage.” We would have to agree definitely—pure hell vibe straight to the core with no time for comic books.
Only other metal we’ve let pass through the Bull Tongue gate is the weirded-out lung slime of Bone Awl. Two fucking insane bastards from Novato, California who go by the names of He Who Gnashes Teeth (vocals, guitars, bass) and He Who Crushes Teeth (drums). We haven’t heard their Bog Bodies/Magnetism of War LP on Goatowa Rex but if it’s anything like the miserable mung heap of their Up to Something tape or the split tape they did with The Rita (Canadian noise freaks who we wrote about last issue), then we’ll fly to Novota and prostrate ourselves, tongues lagging on hot suburban cement, to get just a taste. Shit is downright brutal with its amplified pain.
Also intriguing, in a blackened corpse kind of way, is that which is Montreal, Quebec’s Akitsa. These dark dream mugs issued a cassette years back called Soleil Noir on a Montreal label (Tour De Garde), which made many a noir metal enthusiast’s butthole pucker. It’s just been reissued as a pic disc on German rotting carcass label, Raging Bloodlust. As far as this shit goes, Akitsa has an endearing capacity to fall into hypno-stasis repeato-relentlessness with dead simple crunge n’ blunt trauma riffing. The cult of Akitsa is strong enough where Raging Bloodlust has issued Aube de la Misanthropie, a double LP of demos, comp tracks and way limited CDR heaviness, which really gives you a primer into what seems to be Akitsa’s nefarious perception of Quebecois nationalism. Go figure, but go get it for true underground hell-sludge goodness.
Chuck Dukowski is a goddamn legendary figure in terms of American undergroundism. His work with Black Flag, SST Records, Wurm and whatnot have earned him a permanent place at some kinda special table. Anyway, that’s our take. Chuck’s take is that he has this new band, CD6 (aka the Chuck Dukowski Sextet) and they’ve now released an actual CD after a couple of CDRs. Eat My Life (Nice and Friendly) has a cool, strange feel. Dukowski buckled when we called it hippie music, but it’s got a real free flow, and the graphics (by vocalist, Lora Norton—check her site for examples) look like Japanese hippie space manga to us. The first half of the album is pretty great—loose, weird rock moves with almost-‘mersh female vocals and aggression hidden in the smoke. The jazz bits that pepper it make me think of an updated version of the ‘60s band, Womb, or something. The latter half of the album is more jazzbo-specific, meaning that it’s a lot less reliant on riff primacy. And when you’ve got somebody who plays bass like Dukowski, we’re not sure that’s the ultimate best choice. But hey—it’s his band. It’s just nutty to hear “My War” played without that insane bass barrage. Anyway, it beats the shorts offa SWA, and Lora’s images have a real bizarre way of sucking you in.
A most exciting music book is The Sound of Squirrel Meals: The Work of Lol Coxhill (St. Pauli Druckerei) by Barbara Schwarz. Coxhill’s fantastic arc as a genius of the soprano saxophone (and other brain/mouth/finger hybrids) is dealt with here in loving detail. There are reprints of interviews, articles, fliers, photographs, record covers. There’s an exhaustive annotated discography, a chronology, a list of film/TV appearances, and just a whole pantload of information and wonder. Miss this one at yr own peril. Another fascinating research document is the William S. Burroughs Literary Archive catalogue from the rare book dealer, Ken Lopez. This is a detailed look, with historical context, about a very important cache of Burroughs’ letters, manuscripts, recordings and paintings that was recently sold. Not everyone’s cup of jiz, but a great thing for fanatics. Lovers of frozen oink should also check out Verksted #4/Sonic North (Office for Contemporary Art Norway). This issue of the journal is a compendium of facts and opinions about the state of the noise scene in Norway. There’s a good overview and discography, plenty on Rune Grammofon, Lasse Marhaug, Fe-Mail and more.
Mouthus have been simply RAMPAGING from burg to burg, releasing Mouthus and related jams (such as Canada’s Cousins of Reggae) on their own Our Mouth CDR imprint. And Important Records released their The Long Salt CD, which absolutely kills from start to finish. We began investigating the actuality and whereabouts of Mouthus way back when our first lead came from Michael Bernstein, who said his groovy group stroke Double Leopards shared a rehearsal space or some such thing with ‘em. As it turns out, the Brooklyn community of Double Leps and Mouthus has continued to expand particularly to the UK and particularly to Double Leps’ Marcia Bassett rockin n rollin with Matthew Bower of Sunroof! under the aegis of Hototogisu. Follow? Anyway what we’re getting at is there’s a new 2LP, Crippled Rosebud Binding with one side each from Double Leopards, Mouthus, Sunroof! and the 4th side a collab between ‘em all. Sounds like it could be a lotta pudding to digest but this monster goes down juicy. Sunroof!, augmented by Bassett and Vibracathedral Orchestra’s Mick Flower, absolutely stuns with a raw dimensional take on some tune called Cortez the Killa. The record is on Music Fellowship and is the fifth installment in their triptych series where they pair three distinctive mofos to mess your dick around. Don’t sleep, this baby is already out of print and getting hard to track down.
One more lovely, oversized, English language literary/art magazine has emerged from Eastern Europe. Blatt, based in Prague, has a bit more sexual energy than some of its confreres and is all the better for it. We are none too conversant with much of the material presented, but the prose and poetry and photography and art are all top flight. The format is goddamn elegant as well. And Michael Jackson’s head looks so cute on a deer’s body you might well rethink his whole, uh, “situation.” Also, sexy as always is the latest issue of Lauren Naylor’s Pretend I Am Someone Else. Dreams, fantasies, poetry and collages, all collide in the shadow of Leeds’ largest orgone generator. Contributors include the immortal Val Webber, and Lauren introduces a series of Titcat postcards this time as well. So write her today. One of the sharpest U.S. ‘zines to come along lately is O Sirhan O Sirhan. The debut issue has a sorta lo-fi look, but the contents are “boobs” as hell. There’s an excellent piece on Henry Flynt’s anti-racist protests of ’64, a photo essay of Deerhoof relaxing, a Devendra Banhart sketchbook, a long interview (and accompanying CD) by sound artist Jorge Boehringer, and even more. Excellent peeks!
The fabulous Memoirs of an Aesthete label out of England has released a fabulous cassette by the fabulous Melanie Delaney who is part of the fabulous Ashtray Navigations. We always thought that these days AN might be pared down to just founding member Phil Todd, but it seems that Melanie is indeed a primary ingredient of that outfit’s contempo primo bliss hiss. Add to that, the fact that this cassette has Melanie partnered with the ultra-fabulous Bridget Hayden of Vibracathedral Orchestra and sweet jesus, you know the unfolding will envelop and save your rotten tongue. We can assure you. The cassette is entitled Ground Zero Celebration Pessary, it is lovingly spraypainted and it moves forward with frozen sun guitar/amp melt-zone with an incendiary ALIVENESS. Nice shit m’lady.
Brother JT is best known for his musical madness, but he has long been a writer of immense talent as well, although his work is usually available only in fits and starts. His latest booklet, The Jesus Guitar, may actually get reprinted by Bastet at some point. Which would be cool, ‘cause this is one of JT’s best. It’s basically an extended essay on his idea of transcendent guitar playing and drugs and records and a lotta other good stuff. Definitely worth some squinting. JT has another volume out as well. Nine (Whatisit? Press) is a lovely collection of poems about music, Greg Shaw, D.A. Levy and T.L. Kryss. JT has a beautiful way of connecting interior dots, and observing his journey is a real pleasure.
Tom (T.L.) Kryss himself is well-served by The Search for the Reason Why (Bottom Dog Press). This is not exactly the “Collected Works of Kryss” we all deserve, but it is a great sampling of new and old work, both poetry and prose, with a smattering of Tom’s rabbit drawings thrown in. It’s a lovely collection—Kryss’ writing can be as “street” and real and anyone’s, but he also possesses a clarity of spirit that allows him to write about simple beauty without resorting to cliché or tired imagery. The smell and weight and feel of Cleveland (and environs) permeate the text, but we don’t think you’d wanna have it any other way. Anyone serious about reading poetry should be reading Kryss. Now.
Because of problems with Chuck Cleaver as a record dealer, I never bothered to listen to the Ass Ponys when they were around, even though they recorded for my second or third favorite Northern Ohio record label of the time. Supposedly, they eventually did some major label stuff and almost got popular, but that does not concern us. What we’re playing now is a 2CD compilation, The Okra Years (Shake It), which compiles a selection of their material from their days with that esteemed label. As with almost all Okra acts, there is s slight rural vibe that pops up amidst the daisies at times, but the overall essence here is like a somewhat straighter version of the Strapping Fieldhands. They have distinct aural connections to the New Zealand bands of the early ‘90s, but they’re not that far from Great Plains either.
Bradley Lastname has been boiling around in the punk lit underground for a good long while, and various booklets of his are hidden around here. His two newest books are pretty slick looking, however, even if their content is still quite scabbly. The Squeaky Fromme Gets the Grease and What I Learned About Ancient History from Marilyn Murray O’Hare’s Rare Coin Collection (both, Press of the Third Mind) are entertainingly toxic blends of poetry, prose, cut-ups and word games. At times, Lastname comes off as drunken blend of Brion Gysin and Buddy Bradley, but what’s wrong with that? Nothing.
Meanwhile, Buddy Bradley’s home team (Fantagraphics) has been publishing some particularly great stuff recently. One of the most beautiful is Jimbo’s Inferno by Gary Panter. This is something of a prequel to Jimbo in Purgatory and is an equally luscious piece of deluxe hardcover candy. The work itself is not a text-reliant as that other book. Actually, it’s a sustained Jimbo story, more inspired by Dante than writ by him. But man, it is a pleasure jumbo! We can never get our fill of this immortal cave-punk’s peregrinations. Another sheer stunner is Victor Moscoso’s Sex, Rock and Optical Illusions. Moscoso was both an SF Ballroom poster artist and one the select group of cartoonists who contributed to Zap Comics. This hardcover collects a huge batch of its – posters, Color Comix, that legendary bus wraparound, etc. If you like the feel of eyeballs melting, you’ll be stuck to this for hours.
As we go to press, a fucking Ashtray Navigations LP called Dirt Mummies And Bloody Amps (Freenoise UK) has just dropped out of God’s ass onto our decks and sweet jehovah if it ain’t the tits of summer. Phil Todd goes deep inside the tea-room pysche of cold and rain-dead Leeds and really channels the Flevo mama. Churning narcolicious swirls of harmonic highness rip off the static needle cling of your sweet-head stylus in a please-don’t-stop-now-or-never mode. Tasty mung. Recommended cut: “Greased Whistle.” 200 copies numbered. Go!
The latest installment of Sean Casey’s ongoing book-a-month project is Cindi’s Fur Coat (The Chuckwagon), which has some excellent poetry about the workplace. Maybe not yr workplace, but you’ll recognize it nonetheless. You should also recognize it’s a great day when the newest comic/zine/whatsis rolls in from Hello Trudi. The new one is called Winter Bender and features E*Rock, Jonathan Thomas and Chase Chivers. We woulda thought there was some Chambers stuff in here, too, but what do we know? All we can say is that these ‘zines are like a nutty cross between Pettibon, Gonzales, Childish and we dunno what else. Great xeroxed art of the most insanely wonderful type. And they just keep coming. If you like that sorta thing, we would also commend Drawings (Friends and Relatives). The first issue collects art by over 20 young bastards, and some of it is cruder than Rory Hayes crossed with Dennis Tyffuss. Honest!
New USA label, IDES, has come outta the gate with a full steam of face shredding love. Two cassettes: Nursery by Crib Death and Sexuality Is A Curse by Climax Denial. Crib Death is an ongoing project of Spite Records label master and Humectant Interruption wizard, Joel St. Germain, and bud, Anthony Miller. The extraction on display here is a gurgled mouth of cum and beer and if you close your eyes you will dig it and know those things which make reality such a stone gas.
Climax Denial from Milwaukee has been strafing death waves for years and is an entity we never became too acquainted with. Our bad, as this release is easily a contender for #1 noise jam of the ’06. Usually the sound of a distorted voice from the dry humped anus of a rotten crone would be naught but quaint and hopelessly naïve, but somehow Climax Denial renew whatever value this tradition may have warranted and proceed to rip headlong into a furnace of fucking great noisewaste.
Brian Chippendale (of Lightning Bolt) was kind enough to send along a copy of a recent comicbook called Battlestack Galacti-crap, which is a lovely exploration of Gang Gloom’s attempt to sell well-priced and healthful cupcakes to their neighbors (among other things). He also included the first two CDs by Black Pus—Black Pus and Black Pus 2 (Diarearama). Ostensibly a solo project, featuring Brian’s drums and sax playing, the Black pus disks make me think of an exploding cigar version of that old No Neck side project, Safire. Parts of Black Pus 2 might even get close to a scum-metal version of Ornette’s recordings in Jajouka. Yum! They’re both just squinky, chapped-out as hell, and feature wonderful silkscreened covers. Nate Denver from Total Shutdown has a swank volume out as well. Wait, you’re not a centaur. It’s a lovely load of stories that run 50 words or less, accompanied by very stylish illos. Our favorite one is probably about Bolt Thrower meeting Jesus, but you go ahead and pick your own. This should be out pretty soon from La Mano 21.
Don’t get too many photo books here, but just got a doozy of a collaboration called The Wheels Project (Hoover Flag Press), with the work of Ken Richardson, Jasen Strickler and Andrew M.K. Warren. The subject of all the pics is wheeled transport—from slot cars to monster bikes to old Cadillacs and onward. The prints look great, and the organization is good, too. Some of the b&w images are so totally out-of-time they look like they might’ve showed up in a Robert Frank or Garry Winogrand book from the early ‘60s. But even the ones that look like they were shot tomorrow have a great vibe—Americans and their wheels. Damn, but they look tickled.
Been spinning Shawn David McMillen’s Catfish LP a lot lately. McMillen is an elusive cog in the Texas kosmiche psyche improv scene of Charalambides and Ash Castles on the Ghost Coast (of which he was a member with Charalambides/Scorces/Taurpis Tula’s Heather Leigh Murray). His participation in the nascent activities of that scene is fairly revered, but hard to track (‘though there have been sightings with such outfits as Iron Kite, Rubble and most noticeably with Charalambides’ Tom Carter and Brian Smith in The Friday Group, who released a cool LP on Beta-Lactam Ring). Emperor Jones has righteously stepped up to the plate by curveballing out this McMillan LP, and it’s an excellent marker in the diaspora of roving Texas outsider music. Side one is a collection of varying lassitudes-of-song as ethereal gesture, while all of side two is a magnificent heat-drenched spirit improv of strings, bells and humidity. A worthwhile sniff of avant-longhorn dream-guh.
Not entirely dissimilar is the Since We Have Fallen LP by Hush Arbors. A solo venture by Keith Wood, who you may have seen playing sweet ripping guitar on stage with Wooden Wand, Sunburned Hand of the Man, and Zodiacs (under nom-de-plume Ezekiel Blackouts III). Hush Arbors is a must for anyone into super contempo sub-strata American folk-psyche modernity. This LP is a numbered edition of 500 and is packaged in a gorgeous letterpress window-cut sleeve designed by the Blue Barnhouse gang in Asheville, NC, and released by Harvest Recordings also from Asheville. The recordings existed earlier as limited CDR from Foxglove but those disappeared fast. Now’s the time to jump cuz this baby is the perennial poobah.
Mondo Macabro continues to churn out a truly screwball selection of exploitation DVDs from unexpected sources. Their latest coup is a double feature of Turkish films Deathless Devil/Tarkan vs. the Vikings. Deathless features the imortal superhero, Copperhead (actually the son of the original Copperhead, but you get the idea). It’s a classic of inexplicable topless spy adventurism and an excellent opportunity to watch Dr. Satan get his ass kicked in weird style. But Tarkan is the real mindblower here. Huns versus Vikings, two dogs (who are supposed to be wolves) named Kurt, topless hijinks up the wazoo, berserk battle scenes, the best moustache EVER, and an octopus that looks like a rubber omelet. This disk is a real charmer. In a similar vein is Sweet & Savage by Mark Goodall (Headpress). Subtitled The World Through the Shockumentary Film Lens, this is a pretty thorough overview of the genre of films spawned by Gualitiero Jiacopetti’s Mondo Cane. It feels a little academic at times, but we guess that’s probably more a function of how dumb much exploito reviewing has seemed since the passing of mags like Shock Express and Pandemonium. Regardless, it’s a great read with synopses and critical writing about most of the important pics. J.G. Ballard on the influence of mondo-style cinema on his own work, and pics, too. How can you miss?
Donna Parker has finally released Debutante (Twisted Village), her debut LP and it is superb. Feedback oscillations, jammed signals, sick battery effects pedal malfunction all through the hands, ears and heart of Donna Parker, who has been one of the consistent musical highlights of the Eastern Seaboard out noise scene. Produced by Jessica Rylan (who has a duo with Donna Parker called Secret Diary—LP forthcoming on Ecstatic Peace) this is the record of the summer, with enough beach blanket noise action to sunburn yr brain from beginning to end. It’s that good. New Greek freako label Phase! has issued Black Black Heart, a 3” CDR of Donna Parker that has some gnarly zap-switching pieces plus an actual vocal track titled …This Is Why I Don’t Sing. Phase! Records seems to be gearing up for a sweet onslaught of beyondo sound solicitation. They’ve released a ton of cool stuff already from Kylie Minoise, Reverse Mouth, Post Blue etc. and have to date made three Phase! fanzines which have wicked graphix from Smack Music 7/Blood Stereo’s Karen Constance and a bitchin’ interview with Charlie Ward of Stomach Ache/RRR (!). Athens is officially insane. Welcome.
Great insanity in LP form is provided by Australian Sean Bailey, who records as Lakes. The eponymous Lakes album (Chapter Music) is a gorgeously crusty slab of mystery meat. Hard to tell at times if Sean is playing a tipple (ala Ed Askew) or hammering apart a piano or dancing around in front of primitive sequences or what-the-hell? The music has a great, non-generic no-wavey punk take on homemade electronics and vocals pushed to great limits of grit. Incredibly, it includes a cover of the Art Bears’ “Song of Investment Capital Overseas.” And it’s a tufted winner!
The out of nowhere resurgence of bone snapping harsh noise maestros Mlehst has given a lot of us heads a new reason to kill ourselves. Mlehst were probably the most intensely skin shredding noise cut up sounds-from-satans-dick outfit of the ‘90s. We’d relegated them to the miasma of past putrefaction, but the Belief Recordings label has recently issued two LPs of Mlehst kill-tunage and they’re both phenomenal. The Mlehst home label pre-Belief was called Bandaged Hand Produce, which issued a collection of signpost harshness back in the day from Telepherique, Runzelstirn & Gurglestock, Brume a.o. The Mlehst dude destroyed all the masters in 2001 (why not?) so we thought maybe this was pretty much a final sayonara but this ain’t the case. Along with these two hellacious LPs, Mlehst has an 8” lathe coming from Tasmania’s stench label Cipher Productions, a 7” and LP split with Prurient due from Hospital, an LP on Nihilist, and a cassette on Spite. Dude is back! Totally tits.
Everyone loves obscure little Japanese comic books, do they not? Certainly! And this little Ranshi by Tetsunori Tawaraya is a very crazy stew of images. Scatological, smutty, violent, mystical, ratty and arcane, all at the same time, the story seems to be about a quest of some sort. Or maybe it’s just about getting out of a rabbit costume. Either way, it’s possessed of a vibe that will make yr teeth fill with indescribable flavors. Check out his site—it is filled with wild lines and scents.
Man what is up with Filthy Turd? This UK phenomenon has released a toiletbowl full of tapes the last year or so and they are fascinatingly mundane in their gunk appeal. Our favorites have been the absolutely hideous split releases he has done with Mutant Ape, particularly the Mutant Turd Disco Anale CDR on Turddude’s own Voltage Stress*r label. Monsieur Turd has this to say about himself: “I am Filthy Turd I am the whore of mystery. I like making noise. If you want me to make some noise for you you know where I am. Noise isn’t the only thing in my life. I spend a lot of time picking up signals from foxes, crows and dogs. This month I’ve been thinking about big girls a lot . The universe is pointing me in the direction of big girls.”
You can read full on live reportage of Filthy Turd (who creates a hideous mud bath mess on stage), Prurient, Jessica Rylan, Emil Beaulieau a.o. in the latest issue of UK noise skum zine Idwal Fisher. It comes out of Yorkshire, where all the children born and raised in the last 20 years or so are seemingly deranged, and infecting the UK landscape with a whole new bungload of power electronics (always the providence of Blighty) and God bless them all. We can’t recommend this shit highly enough.
Swankest punk tease this time is probably The Intelligence’s Flight of the Donkeys 12” (In the Red). Four skronky gut kicks by these Seattle-based zone-bandits. They sorta sound like they’re whining as the earth collapses around their extremely classic sorta West Coast punk-scrubble. And hey, who wouldn’t? On the exact opposite end of the spectrum is the debut LP by NYC’s Apothecary Hymns. Trowel & Era (Locust Media) takes up the new-volk promise of their great 7”, adds some distinctly Brit-psych tongue-interlocutions, and comes up smelling like very sweet hay. They really approach all this stuff pretty straight-on, but the rockist touches (sporadic guitar loudness, wide-ass bells, momentary pseudo-epic surging) give things a feel somewhat akin to what later period Pearls Before Swine LPs might have felt like with Bill Harkleroad guesting. Very cool.
Hospital Records head hellkeeper, Prurient wunderkind and all around nice boy, Domenick Furnow, lists his
TOP TEN UNDERGROUND BLACK METAL skorcherz:
AKITSA – GOETIE – LP
CLANDESTINE BLAZE – FIST OF THE NORTHERN DESTROYER – LP
BONE AWL – NOT FOR OUR FEET – CS
ILDJARN/NIDHOG – COLLAB – LP
MGLA – PRESENCE – MCD
NITBERG – NITSANGER – MCD
BLOODHAMMER – ABBEDISSAN SAATANALLISET HOUREET – LP
BILISKINIR – HYPERBOREA – LP
SATANIC WARMASTER/GESTAPO 666 – SPLIT CD
COVEN OF THE WORM – 92-96
WOODS OF INFINITY – HEDJA – CS
Ash Pool: http://www.hospitalproductions.com
Blue Barnouse: http://www.bluebarnhouse.org
Bone Awl: http://www.metal-archives.com/band.php?id=14143
Bottom Dog Press: http://members. aol.com/Lsmithdog/bottomdog
Brother JT: http://www.brotherjt.com
Chapter Music: http://www.chaptermusic.com.au
Brian Chippendale: PO Box 1361, Providence RI 02901
The Chuckwagon: email@example.com
Climax Denial: http://www.angelfire.com/creep2/climaxdenial
Double Leopards: http://www.doubleleopards.org
Emperor Jones: http://www.emperorjones.com
Filthy Turd/Voltage Stress*r: http://homepage.ntlworld.com/voltagestressr
Friends and Relatives: http://www.friendsandrelativesrecords.com
Goatowa Rex: http://slingshot.to/goatowarex
Harvest Records: http://www.harvest-records.com
Hello Trudi: http://www.hellotrudi.com
Hoover Flag Press: http://www.fortpointarts.org
Hush Arbors: http://www.husharbors.com
Idwal Fisher: firstname.lastname@example.org
Important Records: importantrecords.com
In the Red: http://www.intheredrecords.com
La Mano 21: http://www.lamano21.com
Ken Lopez Books: 51 Huntington Rd., Hadley MA 01035
Locust Media: http://www.locustmusic.com
Memoirs of an aesthete:
Mondo Macabro: http://www.mondomacabrodvd.com
Music Fellowship: http://www.musicfellowship.com
Nice and Friendly: http://www.thechuckdukowskisextet.com
Lora Norton: loranorton.com
O Sirhan O Sirhan: 7 Garden Ave., Stonybrook NY 11790
Office for Contemporary Art Norway: http://www.oca.no
Donna Parker: http://www.myspace.com/msdonnaparker
Press of the Third Mind: email@example.com
Pretend I Am Someone Else: firstname.lastname@example.org
Public Altar: http://www.hospitalproductions.com
Raging Bloodlust: http://www.ragingbloodlust.de
St. Pauli Druckerei: Grosse Freiheit 70, D-22767, Hamburg Germany
Tetsunori Tawaraya: http://www.freewebs.com/tetsunori
Tour de Garde: http://www.t-d-g.net
Twisted Village: http://www.twistedvillage.com
Whatisit? Press: 130 Buttonwood, Bowling Green OH 43402