Archives for the month of: October, 2018

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Mastering Rakta “III” on Nada Nada DiscosDama Da NoiteDê o Fora, and Iron Lung Records.

RAKTA – III LP w/download (LUNGS-086) 
Brazil’s RAKTA is back with 6 new powerfully feminine trips through the fog. Simultaneously claustrophobic and cavernous. You can feel pulsing bass and thundering battery intertwine, akin to a snake coiling around your leg, pulling you down into the murky vortex. A flourish of atmospheric keyboard and vocal clamor pulls you right back to the surface just in time to be sucker punched by silence. This garland will leave you reeling. 
500 copies on blue vinyl housed in a heavy duty sleeve. Art by Mateus Mondini. Sounds by Bernardo Pacheco.

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Mastering Steel Chains “s/t” on Dirt Cult Records.

“The debut 7″ from one of my current favorite PDX punk bands, Steel Chains. The band plays ridiculously great emotive and melodic minor chord punk for fans of The Wipers, Daylight Robbery, The Stops, etc. Members have also spent time in bands such as The Observers, Clorox Girls, Drunken Boat, Defect Defect, PRF and more. Holy super group!”

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Mastering Good Throb “s/t” on La Vida Es Un Mus.

“Hear the notorious London punk band’s latest obscenity. Following their first two singles and 2014 LP, this record offers four rude and crude tunes. Emerging from the musical manifestation of a bad acid trip, songs kick in with militaristic drumming, underpinning mean riffs and heart-pumping bass, overlaid with the vulgar vocal thunderings of an irritable goblin woman. Distinct themes include: a loving ode to unsuccessful murderer and feminist outlier of the 1970s Valerie Solanas; a poisonous take-down of slick dicks everywhere; a disgusting and treasonous anti-monarchic polemic; and an erotic re-imagining of England’s humdrum motorway service stations. Now doomed to (temporary, we hope) geographical separation, this record will be the last squirt of noises from these sourpuss primitives for the known future.

Gloriously cloaked in a hot red fold-out cover by singer KY Ellie depicting the Duke of Edinburgh at the point of climax, as disease-like man-milk splatters and creeps over barely-disguised phalluses and a smoking shrimp. Also includes a poster of distorted children of the night from the ugly brain of Throb bassist Ash Tray.”

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