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DUST001 ACTUAL BIRDS- Funny Hatz And Other Dubious Experiments C-90 cassette (edition of 25) Why do I keep putting this out in such tiny editions if it's the best full-length I've done to date? That's my business, buster. Anyway, this is my "Portland record" (meaning that 15/18 of it was recorded when I lived in PDX), which I've basically been sitting on for two years even though I think I did a great job. Well, I'm barely rectifying the situation here: I'm gonna lift one cheek and release it in a tape edition of 25, so as to get the new label started, and because it's the only sensible way for it come out. What have we here? 4-track poppers, SK-1 weirdness, tronix bleeders, jokes, limbo, filler. That is to say: the best of the best. All recorded on a Tascam Porta-02 before Freddy Thomas gave me his superior machine like a damn saint. This record is sad as fuck, but as long as you live, God knows there's hope. Full program on each side. Hand-painted/mod-podged covers. Copious liner notes. SHIT. |
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DUST002 ACTUAL BIRDS- Rasputin Party Foul C-10 cassette (edition of 18) OUT OF STOCK!!!! Recorded this little fucker in a couple hours, mixed it direct to tape, and said "welp, there's DUST002". Vocal jizz and chokes, thrown deep into reverb canyon with a busted tape deck that keeps playing 8-year-old loops until I gag. Had to turn the lights off so that the ghosts in my apartment wouldn't watch me. Had a semi-seizure the next morning. Coincidence? |
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DUST003 TEENAGE TIT- Live Forever Now! C-34 cassette (edition of 25) Sometimes, you'll be hanging out at some vegan diner with fancy fucking coffee and shit in Portland, and you'll be like "Keep Portland WEIRD? Gimme a break!". I dunno, it's a real nice place, but it doesn't seem that WEIRD anymore... just HEP. I know for sure I ain't EVER seen a sasquatch there, or a dude with a melted face... hell, I've barely ever even seen a fat person there. That said, weird shit still goes down from time to time. Case in point: this here debut cassette from these acid-fried fuckers. Technically, half the band is from Marquette, MI originally, and the U.P. is weird... but still, these recordings happened in Portland, they happened on drugs, and they are happening LIKE NOW. Sounds kinda like the hornier parts of their PDXWTF? forefathers Smegma, more like Odd Clouds minus the urban dread/plus some technical adeptitude (not hatin', just sayin'). It's a fucked reel, for real. You heard it here first! |
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DUST006 FOREVER STOKED- The Complete Flaming Deathtrap Recordings C-34 cassette (edition of 20) When I moved to Portland in 2006, I was super-committed to turning over about 1000 new leaves, one of which was to stop playing pop songs. It never worked at all, but I got to a point where I was inching away, at least. I decided to start a band with the Hoganson Bros. (now of Teenage Tit, The Don Hellions, etc.). We had talked about it being a really disgusting sludgy thing like the Brainbombs or whatever... but halfway through our first practice, Chris Hoganson stands up and yells "GODAMMIT, I JUST WANNA PLAY POP SONGS!". So it was that FOREVER STOKED quickly mutated into a sloppy, drunk Chilton/Thunders/Richman/Bolan amalgam, albeit one with a serious streak of mortality/depression dread seeping into their otherwise major key nuggets. We've all agreed that these recordings are too stilted and clean to be our definitive document (and besides, three of our best songs are missing), but since I live a couple thousand miles away, it seems like it may be a minute before we can record something preferable. For now, consider it a time capsule, and a promise of what either may be, or might have been. |
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DUST007 MALL MUTANTS- Dustin Krcatovich C-10 cassette (edition of 12) OUT OF STOCK!!!! Now, look: I'm a mug that'll go to the mat for some good harsh noise/power electronics. I like that stuff. Not gonna kid ya, though: I feel like that approach and its adherents hit critical mass a couple years back, and my sympathy has been strained ever since. To wit: the debut of MALL MUTANTS (A.K.A. dude who is writing this/who the tape is named after). Warbly loops/mangled tapes/weird stereo reverb unit I bought off City Center Fred/comb(!) sounds owing more to freaks like Prick Decay/Nautical Almanac/Yeast Culture/Henry Jacobs/John & Yoko's early collab sessions than to the usual earbleed merchants. Meaning: it's FUN! So come have fun! |
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DUST010 BETTER LATE THAN PREGNANT- Fisticuffs C-34 cassette (edition of 27) I don't wanna go overboard with the superlatives because I'm in this band sometimes (Jesus, so many bands...)... but since I wasn't in the band when they recorded this, I guess it's fair game. So let me say: HOLY SHIT. Killer free rock/psych/aut improv wooziness comparable to No Neck, Sunburned, etc. One long piece in several movements, total hash den vibe. Ypsi, man. Dudes from STRANGE BREW, DAYTIME TELEVISION, BLOOD NECKLACE, etc. Hand-painted packaging. All that. |
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DUST011 GIRLS ARE WEIRD C-60 cassette (edition of 12) Too much booze. Too much booze, and too much melancholy. Too much girl-related bummerness. Too much time, too much guitar, too much broke 4-track huzzbuzz. All in all: TOO MUCH. That is, everything about this tape is too much, except for how many copies there are. Guitarists from BLOOD NECKLACE in a straight rainy haze. |
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DUST013 MALL MUTANTS- Nature's Gnar C-10 cassette (edition of 28) Total mystery zone. Loops of weird field recordings, distorted and melted. Dusted all to hell. This tape doesn't need buzz, it's got plenty already! |