YES!!!!!! Full Contact and Ektro's long awaited X_X rarities lp "X Sticky Fingers X" is here!!!!! All you punk collectors and Ohio rock junkies are probably already running out the door to grab this criminally limited album, but those in need of some liner notes, read on -
"Life's greatest pleasures are often its most fleeting. Witness, for example, the ephemeral run of X__X, a turbulent quartet that tore through Cleveland like a Dadaist cyclone for six months in 1978. Preceding his imminent relocation to NYC, burly, blond brawler John D Morton assembled the project as a tighter, more rocking successor to his storied proto-punk act, the electric eels. An early, practice-room incarnation included that group's inimitable singer, Dave E. McManus, as well as future Psychotronic Encyclopedia of Film author Michael J. Weldon. Shortly thereafter, the cast of characters stabilized to encompass razor-wire guitarist Andrew Klimeyk; CLE magazine editor turned bassist Jim Ellis; and drummer Anton Fier, who went on to fame and fortune with the Feelies, the Lounge Lizards, Pere Ubu, and the Golden Palominos.
Pronounced "ex blank ex," the name also doubled as a mental exercise in which a person could insert random words or phrases between the two letters in the moniker. Hence, Morton's jab at the Rolling Stones' sagging legacy for the title of this hotly-anticipated retrospective: X Sticky Fingers X. Compiling a couple of prized singles with a feast of lo-fi but raging live and rehearsal material, the album boasts radical revisions of several eels classics alongside tunes that would appear drastically altered on a Styrenes LP and on Klimeyk's solo seven-inch. As if that weren't sufficiently tantalizing, underground-culture historian and journalist Jon Savage penned the hepcat liner notes that accompany this "really boss set" of "mean sounds aimed at making your feet move."
But forget that jive. The main lure is Morton's ridiculously potent cocktail of brute force, no-wave squall, and nihilistic art prank. Pissed-off vocals, ass-kicking riffs, a hard-charging rhythm section, and the whirr of onstage circular saws split the air. Yet somehow, tracks such as "A," "Drapery Hooks (of My Love)," and the grammar-flouting "Your Full of Shit" manage to be catchier than syphilis. Moments of genuine confusion abound, too: "Rattler" stops dead before it truly starts, and a snatch of audience vérité purports to be a cover of "I'm So Fucked Up," a "song" by one of Morton's previous "bands" Johnny & the Dicks—in this case, a purely conceptual one that never played music. (Joke's on you, pal.)
Nowadays, X__X's erstwhile leader resides in the hinterlands of New York State, a base from where he paints, sculpts, writes, draws, snaps photos, churns out giclée prints, chops wood, and occasionally travels to perform with the Dunking Swine of Chelsea, Scarcity of Tanks, and the charmingly-christened New Fag Motherfuckers. Despite these numerous pursuits, he still found time to design the package and supervise the production of this definitive anthology. And so, it is with tremendous pride that Ektro Records and I present X Sticky Fingers X in all its unruly splendor. For your pleasure. Unto eternity.
Jordan N. Mamone, New York City January 12, 2014" - Ektro/ Full Contact Records
Destructo, off-the-rails punk rock doesn't get any better than X_X!!!! From the rare studio tracks to the absolutely bonkers live material, "X Sticky Fingers X" will permanently cement these RnR malcontents next to their more revered brethren like Electric Eels, Styrenes, Jack Ruby, Rocket From The Tombs and the Urinals. We could rant on and on about how blown out, art bent, drunken, chaotic and IMPORTANT X_X is, but one spin is all the convincing yer gonna need. This lp is not just necessary for rustbelt punk fans and obscurity collectors, but for anyone who loves real fucking rock n roll. SO YEAH THIS ONE'S EPICALLY RECOMMENDED.
ORIGINAL SEALED COPIES!!!
"D-Day" is a 1980 US private press release from Carthage, MO's Stagefright. It is an album of heavy guitar psych, Midwestern balladry and blues based bar rock that runs the gamut with the harmonica drenched love letter to the homeland "Ozark Mountains" to sentimental grazers like "Keep On Believin'" to full-on chest hair growers with muscular cuts like "Notice Me", "Put Your Good Foot Out" and "D-Day". Stagefright know how to crank it up too and blast out some seriously blistering hot guitar licks on nearly every track. And you'll be in stitches by the end of "3.2", a rockin' little ditty about driving to Kansas to score 3.2% beer cuz they're not old enough to obtain the real stuff!!! All in all, "D-Day" is 10 cuts of raw down home R'n'R choogle rife with whisky soaked jams! For fans of CCR, Bloodrock, Crazy Horse, Medusa, the Bonehead Crunchers and Warfaring Strangers comps!
These are the last known available copies and the jackets have some shelf ware and slightly bumped corners but are all sealed untouched copies that are in fantastic shape.
ORIGINAL 1986 STOCK
We've acquired yet another private press anomaly here at Permanent Records in the form of Jupiter Prophet's "35000 Feet" b/w "Sayanata Vondata" single. The address on the center label says this is from Kansas City, yet it was manufactured in Canada. We're not entirely sure where this lovely little oddball single comes from but it is seemingly from some quaint corner of outerspace. "35000 Feet" starts off with a jarring blast that sounds like Brion Gysin's "Pistol Poem" or perhaps someone whacking a pipe on an aluminum storm door only to give way to a hypnotic arppegiating synth line and a pleasantly sing-songed vocal that gives the track it's real charm. The juxtaposition of the melodic vocals and synth with the dissonance of the cracking rhythm really makes this an unique song. On the flip we have the instrumental "Sayanata Vondata" that is a kaleidoscopic affair of mesmerizing synth lines that plays out like an interlude and recalls the sound of Cluster, Klaus Schulze and Moebious et al. You all know we love us some outsider weirdness and this one has a sound all its own! These are original 1986 private press copies that come housed in a white paper sleeve and are most certainly recommended.
Trouble In Mind is back with a brand new lp from Chicago's own astrally projected psychedelic
warriors Verma entitled "Sunrunner." So get ready for yer senses to swoon and morph, and read on for the deets straight from our dealer man -
"Chicago’s own psychedelic explorers, Verma are back with their first proper full-length offering since the band’s self-released ‘Exu’ album (not counting, of course the ‘Coltan’ LP - conceived as a soundtrack to a VICE web series & released on vinyl by us here at Trouble In Mind in 2013). “Sunrunner” finds the band veering back towards the cosmic (or ‘kosmiche’), song-oriented compositions without sacrificing their sharply honed talents for improvisation in the studio, culling together their tightest suite of tunes to date.
“Regolith” opens up the album with buzzing feedback, as a roaring guitar line kicks in like an air-raid siren before the song’s propulsive engines erase you from existence. ‘Sunrunner’ tarries back & forth nimbly between the opener & “Chrome”s rocket-fueled reverberations & the soothing sways of songs like the instrumental alien pulse of ‘Erato’ & the soaring title track that closes ‘Sunrunner’, gliding off into the outer reaches of Earth’s atmosphere.
The album flows past you before you even realize, a true testament to the musical synergy & talents of the band, who form an almost symbiotic relationship in the live setting, capturing & documenting their psychic bond on “Sunrunner” The swirling, layered loops of Johnny Caluya’s guitar mesh seamlessly with the interstellar drones & throbs ebbing from Whitney Johnson’s Acetone, but the real secret weapon of ‘Sunrunner’ lies in the rhythm section of bassist Rob Goerke & drummer Zach Corn’s locked-tight grooves that pulse steadily & subtly like all great rhythm sections are supposed to, providing a rubbery backbone that supports the albums seven tunes.
The standard vinyl edition of “Sunrunner” is pressed on black vinyl & includes a download code.
RIYL: Hawkwind, Cave, Loop, Neu!, Spacemen 3, Ruth White, Eat Lights Become Lights" - Trouble In Mind
Verma might not be a household name yet, but they sure should be after "Sunrunner." Once the need drop's on their third lp, you'll get sucked somewhere deep down the wormhole, where epic space rock whirrs past the lysergic jams indebted to our heady RnR forefathers, where the kosmische grooves lock you down, building and building layers upon layers of acid soaked guitars, hallucinatory synths and motorik rhythms and before you know it yer face has long since melted. Most bands sway towards one mind bending genre or another, but Verma somehow hits all our sweet spots. Maybe it's because they love all the same records we do. But one thing is for sure, "Sunrunner" is an insta-classic from one of the fiercest and in-the-zone psych bands kickin' around these days. RECOMMENDED X INFINITY AND THEN SOME!!!!!!!!!
Spacey, mellow instrumentals from Nigerian keyboardist Mammane Sani! Mississippi offshoot-label Sahel Sounds launched this one into the stratosphere, so kick back and let 'em ride:
"Cosmic synth from Niger’s Mamman Sani. Polyphonic analog synthesizers and drum machines interpret ancient Saharan folk ballads in an imagined science fiction future. A proposed relaxation guide, sonically lying somewhere between ambient library music and minimal wave. Recorded in Niger and France in the late 1980s and never before released."
We were BLOWN AWAY by the previous release on Missisippi compiling Sane's late-Seventies work, and this one is just as great! Recorded in both Niger and Paris, "Taaritt" covers a period from 1985-88, the grooves here are just as hypnotic as before, with Sane's nimble fingers coaxing soulful keyboard lines out of an array of synthesizers, dancing on top of mesmerizing and re-imagined Saharan folk ballads. The feel here is cosmic and relaxing, with a real joyful vibe throughout the album's 8 instrumentals. Sane's use of Eighties-era synths and drum machines places this record in the realm of Timmy Thomas' meditative groover "Why Can't We Live Together" or Numero's recent 'Personal Soace' compilation of private-press electronic soul. This is one to throw on and zone the fuck out to, as Sane's own quote from the back says; "It's music to cool down. It's not music for dancing, but maybe it can make you dream." RIGHT ON. Recommended times infinity - this is an essential slab of wax!
We just scored a batch of this scorching 10inch that was co-released by Cut Rate Records and Burger Records! Get some history on this long awaited release from Burger, Spin and Terminal Boredom:
"These are the recordings that Audacity was handing out at shows when they were in high school circa 2007!!!
A 10” was made of these mythic recordings way back when but never got past the test pressing stage… UNTIL NOW!!!"-Burger
"Audacity have long been paragons of California's lo-fi punk community. Way back in 2007, the quartet recorded their little-heard debut album, Juva Jive, which got some test pressings but never saw wide distribution. Now, the nine-track effort has been rescued from record-crate obscurity and given a proper vinyl and cassette release through Burger Records and Cut-Rate Records.
Recorded when the band members were still in high school, Juva Jive closes with "Mode," a distortion-heavy heap of chugging power chords and blow-out-your-tape-deck snarl that ends with the snot-nosed compliment, "I like you in the morning / But I hate you in the evening." Listen below, and pick up Juva Jive through Burger or Cut-Rate."-SPIN
"As mentioned previously, Audacity blew Black Time off stage when they played with us back in 2007. They were to be the first of many, many American bands (he sobbed) that showed us how it should be done on our two trips to the states, but to date I’m convinced that they were the best – an absolutely astonishing performance. My dazed clutching to the fact that it must have been a fluke and the songs can’t have been that good has been consecutively disproved by a demo CD-R, a tape, and most conclusively by the ‘Power Drowning’ LP. It combines everything that is good and great about snotty three-chord teenage garage music: singalong angst anthems, blurry tempos, unhinged performances, bittersweet ballads (yes ballads!), goofy humour, hormone raging energy, all captured with the perfect balance of rawness and detail in a typically fine recording by Mike McHugh. There’s a real sense of a band that’s more than the sum of its parts – there’s nothing that remarkable about any individual player but together they lock into this raging groove and concoct inspired arrangements that get the best out of each song. There’s lots of bands around at the moment who do one kind of thing really well but fall down at the longplayer stage ‘cos they hit you over the head with 12 examples of it and that can get tired over two sides of wax. Audacity switch up tempo and mood frequently enough that the album is still lying in the ‘regular listen’ pile next to my turntable after many spins.
With such a great record under their belts, I assumed that everyone must be going hog-wild for Audacity in their homeland and they would be enjoying a hallowed period of headlining county fairs, playing civic functions for Governor Schwarzenegger and starring in their own Frankie Avalon/Annette Funicello style series of beach party movies. Peering through the rusty interpipe in my leaky Victorian garret though I can discern some evidence that this may not in fact be the case and instead everyone is distracted by listening to indie-pop revival acts and limited edition cassettes by bands called TTTTTTrussstFFund. I implore thee, pilgrim cousins, to correct this oversight immediately by purchasing ‘Power Drowning’ - you can thank me later. If you’re not sold on my rambling hyperbole then you may be swayed by the fact that their bass player is called Cameron Crowe." - Terminal Boredom
Fuck yeah! That's some serious praise and we're backin' all that and then some. Audacity pump out spazzoid, voice-cracking, angst driven garage punk with unstoppable energy. "Juvajive" is 9 cuts of bouncing of the walls lunacy lovingly pressed up by the fine folks at Cut Rate and Burger Records with an eye poppingly colorful cover. harken back to 2007 and let these young punks rip yer skull cap back with these frenzied freak outs! Mega Recommended.
LIMITED TO 100 COPIES
We scored a very small batch of this ultra-limited reissue of one of the more obscure early 80's Chicago post-punk/outsider acts Pentaject Corporation. This was originally released in 1981 and the band has now repressed in an edition of 100. After the break up of a group called The Bugs, Bob Brink and John Nelles founded Pentaject Corporation, named after Brink's fathers company of the same name. Lyrical content was inspired by the company's business of rubber injection molding and the tunes consist of lo-fi recordings of guitar, drums and echoed vocals. We're hearing hints of Ralph Records leanings, UK DIY cassette culture vibes, some Hardcore Devo, Urinals, 100 Flowers, Flying Lizards, Electric Eels, deconstructed experimental r'n'r and some truly original sounds made from a duo that seemed to work in isolation. The tracks are skeletal, angular, herky jerky and idiosyncratic oddities about rubber and rubber manufacturing lending even more to the truly outsider quality of the sounds found within these grooves. Pentaject Corporation self-released several cassettes and a 7in single that is long out of print and highly collectible. Information on this group is next to nil on the internet and what little we do know was provided directly from the band themselves. So act fast, cuz this was pressed in such a small quantity that this is surely to be as sought after as the original. Super Recommended.
Swampy, fuzzed-out, hard-rockin' guitar madness from Texas gunslinger, Joseph! "Stoned Age Man" was the lone album from this Lone-Star State lunatic, originally released on Scepter and reissued here by the fine folks at Sundazed! Grab that loincloth and take them shoes 'n' socks off fellow troglodytes - read on:
"Rooted in the steamy backroads of Texas and deep-fried at a Memphis recording studio, Joseph’s Stoned Age Man was served up like a sizzling hot rattlesnake appetizer slathered in fuzz-blooz grease in 1969. Legend has it that the titles of eight of the album’s nine songs came before they were written on the spot, which speaks volumes for the talents of Joseph (aka, Joseph Longeria) — who A&R man Steve Tyrell signed to Scepter Records after witnessing the Lone Star State bluesman gig with B.B. King and T-Bone Burnett. Brandishing his guitar like a Cro-Magnon’s club, Joseph mixes his fuzzy licks with meat-grinder vocals as he loudly ruminates of fattened snakes, fish heads, mountains, cavemen and gumbo in the maddest peyote hallucination Alley Oop never had. Long revered among collectors, this fine slab o’ rock gets its first-ever reissue from the original masters, pressed at RTI onto 180 grams of cold hard vinyl that’ll rip your turntable from its hinges."
Geezus, Joseph doesn't waste any time blowing your mind, hitting hard straight outta the gate with "Trick Bag", grinding hard on his fuzz pedal and letting loose with an array of in-studio psychedelic trickery! The album get's wilder from there, with Joseph sounding like an LSD and speed-fueled version of Beefheart or Edgar Broughton crossed with Dr. Teeth or the Riverbottom Nightmare Band! At it's best moments, there's a proto-punk feel to tracks like "Gotta Get Away" (Rob Tyner, anyone?) and a voodoo-tinged, psych-funk trip on others like the title track, or "Cold Biscuits and Fish Heads". If you like your Boneheads crunchy, or just a fan of tripped out hard rock, then Stoned Age Man is your ticket to a mind-expanding head-trip! Remastered and reissued on 180gm vinyl for maximum bodaciousness! RECOMMENDED.
LP - Jaime Paul Lamb - Oxmanlioneagle: Primitive Soundscapes and Occult Garagefunk - $14.99 - BUY
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- LISTEN Los Angeles, CA based multi-instrumentalist composer Jaime Paul Lamb dropped our collective jaws with his "Oxmanlioneagle: Primitive Soundscapes and Occult Garagefunk" LP on Paradigms Recordings. Here's just a hint of what one will find deep within this storied collection of recordings according to the label:
"Alchemical R&B. Mystic ghettoscapes. Jungle death rituals with painted skulls. Musical resurrections from 2006-2010CE. Listen high. Burn 3 candles. Stand naked in center. Transmutate."
Uuuuuuhhhmmm… hell yes! Sign us up for some of that indeed. We're hearing pepperings of the BYG Actuel label, like Musica Elettronica Viva and Art Ensemble Of Chicago, or even some "Strange Strings" era Sun Ra, a little of the Sun City Girls/Majora label reappropriations, lotsa tribal percussion and Moondog stylings, some damn fine free-form Fender Rhodes, jazzy bass workings, frenzied piano passages, and some seriously far our spiritually infused hypnotic sounds that are currently ruling our ears! Supremely Recommended.
LIMITED TO 100!!!
Young Bert Hoover of the Jesus Sons breaks away for a minute to record some of his own material with mechanically rhythmic backing. Live, he's backed by another Jesus Son, Erik Lake, on bass. These catchy garage numbers are quite crunchy at times and well-written to boot. A tastefully chosen Stooges cover fits well in the mix. The drum machine works well enough on this format, but I recently experienced hooveriii in the flesh with a live drummer (Cameron from Froth) and it really gave these raw power. Further proof that drum machines have no soul. Underground rock'n'roll's next prodigal son is on the rise. Watch out!
