Empath-'Crystal Reality.' (Self-Titled)

Many faces on this flowering observation that whispers agressively for medical attention at night under soft blankets, and sheets, instant spirits appear from vulgar coloring books with brown oil paper cuts, and stains from the humble covers.

Symptom based cargo carried by mother with missing fingers from cave dwelling, still manages to point out ahead of her this crystal with an infinite amount of sides all reflecting vertebrate challenges to the whereabouts of sudden formal contact, and quite abandonment.

'Crystal Reality', is a release (EP) currently featuring two tracks from the imbodyment of liberation at first hand... Empath is in the very midst of something incredible... Stay in touch.

https://empathx.bandcamp.com/releases

Lumen Lab-'They Are Killing Us.' (Aagoo-087)

Body of work mulled over by sabatical ancestory with laughing blade between parental blade, hotel feedback with broken delay in partial bathtub gin, bricktops with calculated throw, and length leaning chemical unbalanced spilling small amounts of premeditated change, and limbs across cold grey pavement.

'They Are Killing Us' is a release fixed with thick cardboard cost, but unfrustrated as most sources tend to get when creating such an involved piece consisting of Sistine chaple chapped mouth... Lumen Lab are entirely aware of the pregnancy cycles in which we put art into the world around us, changing the course, and its current mode...

http://aagoo.com/

Ichtyor Tides-'Triage.' (Oxtail Records-007)

Burning bordeom in cotton seams, frozen maturety leaves behind plenty of memories to fall back on later in life... In transit to a ludacris chainsaw budget that is perplexing in radium diet starved of the Earth, the sound of boiling oil gets old when youve been kidnapped inside a rotating shoulder blade for nine months.

Hurried rose falls over dripping with captured money from mid life crisis diner in the middle of brass/bronze waiting room. Foriegn mirror hangs on solid silver hooks in dry hallway where you portrait yourself in constant, and in comparisson to odd roadside projects unable to talk, only stand silently with eyes worn out from interface brutality...

https://oxtailrecordings.bandcamp.com/album/triage

Softest-'Six Wishes.' (Inner Islands)

Used nightmare translates to some random hero sleeping under tall willow tree with a very impressed infant figure watching toes stretch forward, chest pumps dawn pixels into the mature polar opposites with concrete passion ticking like a frustrated clock laying tipped over face down in puddle of clear blue water.

Sofest presents 'Six Wishes', a record stapled to the branches of life lifted from high noon storms, and well into the soft night. Like its sharp teeth, the skies are clear white with heroic noise... This release is endless as well as physical, as you breathlessly dance with its jewels, and skeleton in the most common of places, simply look around.

https://innerislands.bandcamp.com/album/six-wishes

Channelers-'Essex.' (Inner Islands)

Spirit icebox with broken heart off shore pink tint waters gathered around feet, portions of body lay silent in teal blue window outside telephone skull aches, and rings loudly, answering a voice stern with conteplations on how to bury a composistion with steady powder aim attached to crooked cross in basement yard.

Odd numbered generation inherits bleeding conscience with settlers in dream with wet feathers in daydream candle light, and safe in the pockets of an escapists, running through golden sand in precious night that is reality...

'Essex' stems from radioactive meditation nearly perfected with thirty second flash visuals with a landscape all nonviolent as some can be, and should be, it invites you in with folded arms, legs crossed, and with an open heart. The Channelers... Allowing the name, this name, to say it all just as it does on this very release.

https://innerislands.bandcamp.com/album/essex

Unur-'No Human Self.' (Modern Tapes-011)

Wheeping glass eye hums perfectly disturbing melody after melody while under silver blood, capsuel of proverb loose, and in order confused with oriental plate, comes across as being defined with sunset shapes nervous, and delicate.

Shoes hanging from dead banjo heart watching string tick, as well as vibrate in casket with eye peeled singing...

Velcroe tied around interested neck, Unurs-'No Human Self' dizzies the rain fall below, size, and pain only similar here. You hear floating nails click together then dissapear, still vacant as it expierences itself in preterminal laughter while in thin air.

https://moderntapes.bandcamp.com/album/no-human-self

Purple Pilgrims-'Eternal Delight.' (Not Not Fun Records)

Malfunction fuel purse filled, and forming around bus station with distorted diamond lament. Sunshine dime store for fools with curious angel depression weighing them down town.

Perfection inside grotto swimming pool shining where scars float above lonely chemicals spinning superstar infernos with bum knee tapping against carnivor showcase...

Anthems with legs spreading siren laughter enough to attract serial marketers with their sharp pens, signature heavy with membrane, deck of cards pulls an ace with a jokers face.

Purple Pilgrims ' Etetnal Delight' is a thousand years blue scrapping inch upon inch from, and with the telephone skull, collecting African glass which forms in stabble furniture stores all cross this disturbing Vega that is immortal...

https://midheaven.com/item/eternal-delight-by-purple-pilgrims#.VtS4bSkflpk

Electrician-'What I dont want.' (Kerchow! Records-#033)

Paint thinner stands tired, and still, this figure dances around a purple flame outside of an important building resembling a corpse before, and again to release freedumb within itself. Glass head in election with headless mammals moaning with milk debri between its fingers that points so uselessly at the people, the people whom chew the cuts made into tricks daily.

Electrician strike at the ball, and chain with attitudes in gas station apartment complex complicated with flowers bent over china bowls, water stain under fresh eye... 'What I dont want' is exactly what WE all want from these guys, and in operation reality fixed, and once again pleasant, another wonderful release on Kerchow! Records.

https://kerchowrecords.bandcamp.com/album/what-i-dont-want

Kerchingle #5-JAN 2K16z ( Kerchow! Records)

Filter homesick kidney with fighter syndrome discharge with drug ballad atlas marked. Kicking four holes deep into lazy body brother that is around you, focus on the landscapes on this release from which it permits adaptation, and welcome it in as you gradually prevoke casper... The meaning colored improv that is practise, the voice of subject matter, and choice.

Terminal laced with concrete wax, day job screen test for anatomy overcooking plexi desert, surging through arms, and legs without pay, without so much as a scholarship in precious dynamite starvation as they bomb for convience in mighty justice adjusting language like a touchy vise-grip tongue, and cheek...

Rad fucking release from KERCHOW! Records. Filled with amazing artists, a burnt tin foil grab bag taste in laboratory delicate with a purpose fulfiled on a day to day basis. Wonderful job eveyone!!

https://kerchowrecords.bandcamp.com/album/kerchingle-5-i-e-mailed-you-an-mp3

Restaurnaut-'Birth.' (Rok Lok Records-RL#100)

Honest charcoal demos on sidestreets with gunfire survalience captures hitchhiker with wet candle burning softly through shots, and glass piercing prophets easy, and most fitting. Skyscrappers hiding behind cold desk of condensation with bomb full eyes whistle the smoke from expolsion earlier that moment now...

Ground zero culture in short time voodoo daughter yells out loud feelings that stick to above ground tiles cracked leaking forever quietly while t.v. junkie licking remote in the dark with palm trees in the eyes.

Another awesome release from our brother Nick Dolezal (RESTAURNAUT). Released on Rok Lok Records, this is a view from the medicine cabne, and a landing on the feet but standing on the waist above a raw feeling of character that bites tongue, getting across everything varied, and nonchoked.

https://roklokrecords.bandcamp.com/album/birth

Dead Neighbors (Self Titled) /Fall Break Records/

On their self titled album, Dead Neighbors conjure the sounds of your favorite 80's indie heroes (Dinosaur Jr., The Replacements, The Pixies, Sonic Youth) and charge into the gauzy stoned daydream of a drive through town with the windows rolled down. The fidelity of the album plays to the cooler, more jangley palette' of the musical color spectrum in cooperation with a minimalistic, lo-fi room sound. According to Dead Neighbor's bandcamp the album was recorded in a bedroom, and the sounds you get on their self titled debut reflect that in the best ways possible. The album is cozy without feeling claustrophobic. I mean, I'm listening to this in my bedroom as I write this, and I feel like I'm in the right spot. Don't let this fool you, Dead Neighbors are not a “chill” band; far from it. The guitars range from a jazzy, slightly off-kilter skrankiness, to a full on sonic barrage, and often in the same song. The whole cassette is a god damn tape deck melter, but I'll be subjective and say that “Ever” is my personal favorite track amongst many damn good songs. Dead Neighbor's hit the high notes of early indie rock without wearing their influences too much on their sleeve and deliver a killer cassette that you're going to want to jam into the deck of your 86 Honda Accord. If the sounds and energy on this album are indicative of Dead Neighbor's live show, you definitely want to be front row at their next house show. Check out Dead Neighbor's self titled debut on one of the coolest labels around (Fall Break Records): https://deadneighbors.bandcamp.com/album/dead-neighbors

-Blake Marlow  

Hip Replacement-'Router Space:: SMASHED HITS 100.' (Unread Records-#186)

Trash bag black eye see through plastic mirror survive the gutter heart ripped from head to toe. Some masks legendary everywhere in corners foriegn, and tragic to stage corruption, and controlled by struggle, and inception to nonexistenr illnesses.

Hip Replacements-'Router Space:: SMASHED HITS 100' is a location troubled all at once, but finds relief in medical attention in the wondering areas of the sole. Motivated vacum punch, social disconnection with bathroom insects whispering geographic justice, digital vomit skin pulling away from sharp threading connected to this vibe alone, and busy...

https://unreadrecords.bandcamp.com/album/unread-186

Human Behavior-'Leif In Stitches.' (Kerchow! Records-KCR-030)

Spirit bankruptcy in standing water, rough bacteria with folk adaptations, and a low down crawl to the willing cough that is war, and mood...

Camping with machines that scream under cold rock wearing clothes slightly beat, but familiar as flowing beggars so stubbornly in suburban taboo fire arm gang five at a time run the sheet over bashed eyes before morning.

The steady neck hangs on a silver nail brightly fighting off animal, and man as they hybridly join in wallet interaction with bruises wide, and enough. Human Behaviors-'Leif In Stitches' is a collective promising a tonic voice reaching crawl spaces in your mind, and heart.

https://kerchowrecords.bandcamp.com/album/leif-in-stitches

Ed Roony-'Serious Blood Pain... And The Wet Brain Blues.' (Kerchow Records-Kerchingles Series-#002)

Mounting outlet on Jeans Deaths face, rattle infants cage for body attention that echos next door where pistol, and clear ash tray wait for dangers such as this... Remove stereo conclusions from soft place on the back, scratch velcroe army stamp with sawed off, and on rifle aiming at couch cults throat.

Alien category with mattress stain from leaking dream in drain drinkable, washing under shower head death head in bronze tint liquid as it slowly effects circulation in after school special without arms, or legs.

Another great release from the wonderful man behind UNREAD RECORDS, and as always the fucking amazing KERCHOW RECORDS putting this out!

https://kerchowrecords.bandcamp.com/album/serious-blood-pain-and-the-wet-brain-blues

The Parentals-'Big Bear Jam-Bor-Ee.' (SELF RELEASED.)

Sweet starving arm cast color red, elbow fully extended rubs against medicine, multi-purpose bible unfolds in subtle way only found when swollen in fruit trees. Isolated body collides with soft bombs at random. On couche sleeps heartless resting in vacant body condition growing pain in upper/lower body...

This release from The Parentals captures a casual outbreak of Sunday adhesives swirling with strong fumes in childs eye, buffering honestly hidden bt orange tint grip releasing virtigo ever so slightly on victim in sequence.

https://theparentalsatthewoollings.bandcamp.com/releases

Kkidss-'Anemia.' (Rok Lok Records-RL108)

A very sensitive body of work portraying gorgeous insight into the human emotion, as well the condition. Night objects fighting amongst themselves, fingers tucked in silent pockets with young secrets dripping while displayed in agitated galleries...

Underwater marriage influential to copycat lovers with false partchment worms burrowing adolescent holes that divide inbetween bones. Forget the vintage violence measured in opposite expierence towards dirt provoking one another with hot bronze crucifix, and listen to this wonderful release from Kkidss on Rok Lok Records.

https://roklokrecords.bandcamp.com/album/anemia

Razors-'Live At The Laboratory.' (Unread Records-#184)

Deluxe edition church gathering where cold soups, and dry breads are accepted, and pushed on the viewers of grand illusions. Filthy elementary school romance scattered all over playground like random body parts placed in soft tin foil, bite down to see humble future spread out like CBGB burn outs in hot weather station eating 24 hour apple core in someones eye...

Speaking raw advantages, personal growth falling away from water to be replaced by stairs with sickening facts about illegal escapes of the radio body. From the basement stomach breathing in tuned movements made in the mud instantly.

Razors-'Live At The Laboratory' on Unread records is an academy of flesh ripped gadgets springing, and malfunctioning inside walk in clinic with cold tools to teeth, hybrid saloon with tall shadows violent acting out poverty, and wealth as one breathing animal.

https://unreadrecords.bandcamp.com/album/unread-184

MachineFabriek-'Dwaal-Wold.' (Dauw)

Occupied streets global with wild animal bones children find in winter storm quietly with frozen hands reaching out for support, but pushed to the sharp side with one quick swift by dark glove. Shivering dogs sit near public trash fragile in eyes as they watch horrifying gunfire take out relatives, smoke from their vested chests as they lay still in the riot with purple cheeks...

The visual plateau of this release from MachineFabriek is captivating as it drawls together loss, and hope from very essential elements in the subtle reality we face everyday. Warmth in words for wars we face towards, the background pressed against panic glass, MachineFabrieks 'Wold' see through, and on the otherside of this as we witness modes of change in the fabrics that ripple in effect to making a landscape so abrasive...

Spoon Thief-'Were Getting A Divorce.'

Straight forward abuse to the muse that sits in rocking chair bitting on mild exacto knife, collapsing in public bathroom with some change to the name that remains uneven cutting desperate grammar in half...

Illegal contact distortion with reflection in late kitchen body taped to bright yellow tile floor that includes exceptional fall out between two lovers united in strange syrup responsive, and more than capable of anything done self inflictive.

https://spoonthief.bandcamp.com/album/were-getting-a-divorce

Full Crumb-'Malestrom Protocol.' (Fall Break Records-FBR-103)

Adapting to leg exstension still fits the chronic invisibility sensation, ignores the numb nub seemingly irritated by cold cameras flashing stroke shutter while lying on warm bed with weak blood silent in clear vat, pulse impacting life, and its miracle.

Amputation constellation on notebook paper controlsive, and organic until consumed. Full Crumbs-'Malestrom Protocol'  on Fall Break Records has wonderful structure, and sensitivity, with cardiac channel interludes coming through scab inspection. The release centers around some nutrition built from decapitation, and chromosome eatables by bonfire light. Some silhouettes discharge against black sky blanket with odd melody function along side background body. This body.... Skeletal, and armed.


https://fallbreakrecords.bandcamp.com/album/maelstrom-protocol

Ardivan Walks-'EP.' (Fall Break Records-FBR-112)

Relocated to mild riptide, and carried out by early afternoon bum yogi televised into hysteric dinner conversations. Street lamp built on fish bones still twitching infant in brief case from birth marks aching in gigantic sun that gives out memory impaired, and worried of deadly stomach relationships up on high on bookshelf in weird house next door, yet to ingulf in flames.

Wax limb sticks out of bright backyard sand pit pointing to nearby window shattered by underage military aim with pawnshop cross hairs glowing field color yellow. Ardivan Walks 'EP' is charged with joy ride syndrom on cruiser dashboard rests a body part surviving the distance in which begins melting debut ounce.

A release that interests the hitch hicker with aching thumb refuge on day tan tip upward listening to the moon for directions to the nearest sunset t.v. channel.

https://fallbreakrecords.bandcamp.com/album/ardivan-walks-ep

Sleeve- 'Comfort Zones.' (Kerchow Records-032)

Full of energy heated with drop pin clearence purchases, body ache conspiracy brought on by laminated freedom forgetful of shadow maching, soft shell protected by D.I.Y respitatory infection. Empty zoo in park walking along sidewalk raw with heart pumping. Worn out drug monument stands above oak tree with heavy spread lingering is the smell of complications in birth day complex.

Sleeve is so fucking rad, and to no surprise is this to me a Kerchow Records release! So much indangered emotion on this release, a medical tribute to Earth, and all its dust, and injury. Convicted of beautiful troubled landscapes washed out by public static at large, landfills consisting of brave broken brews drinkable in conditions of sacrafise, and blessing in which these guys have delivered, and then some.

https://kerchowrecords.bandcamp.com/album/comfort-zones

Collado-'Lights Out EP.' (Sweet Sounds Records-SSR003)

Scratching back to back stabbed length expensive without choice, or cosigning soul in soil where it will grow adapting to chain link fence fierce within modivated results. One hour photo reciting yellow/green burns, yells out loud from behind APR corner in May sometime.

Photographs with strong faced individuals all swarming around misunderstood mourn, wheeping under its branches, yet it still managed to breath out, and inbetween.

A really rad release from Callodo on Sweet Sounds Records. 'Lights Out EP' is constructed with sidewalk rhythms, conversation(s) stemming from duct tape tragic, debut muse tensions healthy, and responsible, long lasting fall leaves leaves special tone laughter near gorgeous mouth repeating their colors in afternoon.... (Head lights slowly dimming before car runs off road, and into the good night.)

https://sweetsoundsrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lights-out-ep

Ryan Kerrs-'Live Well.' (Sorry Dad Records)

Ballroom expouser to the pastor, his skull large, and ending suddenly. Black out paranormal vacation starting at dusk camp blind with silver water, liquid system opperates beside still rock, Ryan Kerr is the heaviness that fills that void unavoidable. Detached from sensible servants of the land, and its history struggling the emotion, and boundary.

Ryan Kerrs 'Live Well' is honest... Designing the unconcrete voyage, rust inbetween fingers, lights at night screaming verse, and script from some cracked bled organ pushing through. At the end of this buisness lays the one eared servant who recalls all words stretched, reciting them quietly, while rising, under blood bank moon...

Mats Gustafsson-'X-Ray 4: Piano Mating.' (Blue Tapes, And X-Ray Records)

Tragedy response education with sharp fangs ripping through from horn to bag under sanitation, thick accent weather speaks sorts about differences, anf relating to the nonscience of perishable kingdoms. Hanv nail halftime carbon candle flickering with one dead eye glares at open casket shaves head of the deceased. This body moves ever so slightly the altar vanishes with the smell of civil gun powder.

It floats heavy bumping casually into chairs, knocking over carpet church as it makes way towards the front door.
If your curiousto know whats on the otherside as Im sure you are, I can assure youve never heard, and or felt this before, until now.

This Release from Mats Gustafsson is around your grace, and memory, instinct sticks to pregnancy dark, and still...

https://bluetapes.bandcamp.com/album/x-ray-four-piano-mating

Arklight-'Vows.' (Fall Break Records-FBR 114)

Burning body carpet seriouness wounded with money, and high wind. Bride of easy celluar door secrets, intel on farm raised cab fares to, and fro sunset, and tear gas lounge. Lonely crowds of empty handed vagabonds carrying furniture, and matchbooks towards empty heart, staircase beyond road, vision talked, and listening you find the beautiful art in which our friends Arklight has done once again.

'Vows' is a force forward, and steady with radio tunnel vision, edgy with heart shapes grinding in sink bath. In distance we relate to the view, its just the message, and wisdom they have that blasts you into soil, and oblivion, gasping at trafic in afterlife, waiting whispers that hide satisfied beneath hour glass mobile.

https://fallbreakrecords.bandcamp.com/album/vows

Middle Part-'Middle Part EP.' (Too Far Gone Records)

Taurus stands on top of a pile of clothes rotting, sprouts flowers with eyes blinking radical black eye ficture planet spins out of control with bleach white head dress beautiful in all its victime might. Documentary of middle class pyschosomatic youth, young adults all together celebratory labratory static spuratic echoing in far away holding tank with lid wire sparking, and jerking, aiming at high priest waving goodbye in doorway famous because of shadows...

Bedroom castles built with shuffling memories distained, singular with strength carried by extremely sensitive people, valuable, and delicate. This EP from Middle Part speaks clearly to the generation it spawns from. That is ours, belonging to us as a figure hanging bright that leads through prevailing atmosphere dissonance, and contributing honest, honest art.

This record is so incredible, a true honor, and pleasure to listen, as well as review it. If you guys are reading this, youve created a beautiful thing!

http://post-trash.com/news/2016/1/31/middle-part-middle-part-ep-post-trash-exclusive-premiere

Gypsy Eyes-'Whispers, Stitches, Catacombs, And Fear.' (New Normal-NN004)

Chest of disorderly toys handmade in fallout ash, a source for pulling teeth all to familiar with convulsions of the upper body composed of tiny thumb prints pushed in impatiently, sterile, and safisticated. A monumental collapse in thought process frozen with metal taste from piano wire hanging over washer, and dryer, cabel box purple with a blue, and white tent twisting grey on screen, and over the eyes.

Gypsy Eyes is fearless when tapping into the psychosis of neuro responsibility, shrieking rubber child with dynamics that shape future, and present ideas. With horror, and honor in the same realm where Gypsy Eyes view the pleasures of nature, and reality, something else rests there... Inbetween rib, and the solid white, cold, and waiting...

https://newnormalrecords.bandcamp.com/album/nn004-whispers-stitches-catacombs-fear

Chemiefaserwerk-'Blue Eighteen.' (Blued Tapes, And X-Ray Records)

Near death inexpierenced mating with ritualistic landscape mutiny, school yard possesion of the body of someone beautiful in your dream the night before you fell in love with a memory reflective outer shell crack under heavy pressure like ancient afterlight.

Organ transplant of lonely fluid dripping into vat black, and messy with intimate fever nightmare, holding fragile test tube labatory afternoon until body becomes a pile of unforgiven hormone gas filling ozone atmosphere with planetary lawsuit ecto serenade.

Chemiefaserwerks 'Blue Eighteen' puts forth all contemparary illness in its fluid state moving with such scanner like features, burning bright flames of anxiety, holding out on the secrets to surviving fortunate revelation conspirasies in broad daylight... You never saw it coming, invisible translucent beauty pulling at some of the most important functions of the mind, and body in disorder...

https://bluetapes.bandcamp.com/album/blue-eighteen

Filthy Fuckers-'Paradise...' (Already Dead Tapes-AD188)

Stabbed to death at some careful carnival with strong sugar headache, suicidal memoir fixed to fall in love, frightened by public withdrawl from steel shovel bent with rust by slacker syndrome with money issues. Knowledge of the where abouts of JFK, and his army of lubricated cradle shakers.

Still birth therapy with bright red pens, concentrated anatomy creeps unto folded scapel in some new blood changing vein with accidental rage induced coma spirit with poetic background... Sitting with cold mold on lap, in one hand gripping a basement filled with used cars from runaway champions, necklaces hanging from multiple mother necks with scars resembling night, and day...

Filthy Fuckers-'Paradise' releases an aching stomach filled with clinical gas, fallen blade recalled permanent tolerance against damaged beyond. 'Night Lights' was an amazing way to open this record, and by ending it on 'Slow Train' an even better way to be guided out, and away...  Awesome record guys!

https://alreadydeadtapes.bandcamp.com/album/ad188-filthy-fuckers-paradise

http://alreadydeadtapes.com/adt/filthy-fuckers-paradise-out-now/

John Bellows-'Long EP.' (Planted Tapes-PT006)

Slow motion ceramic doll spinning dancing under rocking chair reality lost behind pleasures of soft skin, and public acts of rage, subtle oppurtunities of falling apart beside cold railroad standing above tonbstone footprints around favorite date. Permanent palm readings leave anxious glow around plain scorn body, confused with skyscrapper dilema falling from the top level, landing on some hazardous conversation below...

Such a beautiful release from John Bellows on Planted Tapes. The 'Long EP' is full of personal growth, and spiritual deprivation, lost, and simultaneously found filled with common scripture, and to the ocean floor board a legendary emotion surfacing for everyone to seek, and grasp like air that is fresh, and clean...

Begging faith like a newspaper thief, and praying under swami look a like, John Bellows voice is like a sunset setting behind a junkyard moon, the course for a progressive war drafting the gourd overshot by overwelcomed sickness, and shadows. Self inflicted divine weather forces down like a young jaded hero without finger prints checking into motel with myth, and soft solitude, transcendental pleasures perched embarrased like a skeleton scholar...

http://plantedtapes.blogspot.com/2016/01/pt006-john-bellows-l-o-n-g-ep.html?m=1

Hayden Pedigo-'Do You Sing-Vol:1.' (Scissor Tail Records)

Good morning prescription, still based murder in an old tshirt retreating back into an old fever cave with wife, left leg wrecked, right eye permanent, and lost in generic sunset lifting from vibrating supplement. Strums cryptic lullabyvwith strong claws digging at the oak body telling stories of exciting fatherhood in early spanish company... Broke, and still carrying legendary disease wanting o come home...

Hayden Pedigo brings fortglh on this beautiful record(Do You Sing-Vol:
1) the essentials of human feeling. Love, passion, loneliness, pain... The silver linings not so much focused on staying above water in the scense of survival, but to simply bath as a way of catching up with old friends without names, and faces, but whom brought expert change to your mind, and body that we stand in like costumes for the gentle youth breathing aloud.

What a gorgeous memoir of steady growth, and expierence.

https://scissortail.bandcamp.com/album/do-you-sing-vol-1

The Library of Babel-'Blue 19.' (Blue Tapes, And X-Ray Records)

Body odor from despairing silhouette leaning against rib cage in diamond mist, funeral insight is rare in the cause, and effect of reactions to world growth, and substance. Odd angels with broken arms limping in sunset reading tender love letters behind dumpster, mumbling in the cold hard snoe, shaking with their fingers in their warm mouths... Mantras open, and lucid daring anyone, and anything to interfear with its beauty.

Authorizing servant sorcery as a ways to pay off deadly debts with the prehistoric courts, and their mature headaches... The Library Of Babel have created a reality considering the loss of a child, the steady struggle and pain of nerves twisting like branches into ladders for the viewer to gasp such internal damage.

This wonderful record is the sound of body functions after midnight, your partner laying beside you as your features distort under hotwater bath, and become even more attractive, and at that moment they both realize that its all right there. Distractions blinding, and unconceivable, they understand each other for the first time, they breath together the piano wire its splinters their voice in the chair. They sleep still, and still sleep...

https://bluetapes.bandcamp.com/album/blue-nineteen

Father Murphy-'Calvary.' (Blue Tapes, And X-Ray Records)

Laced with organic turmoil, bleeding buisness sideways with swords slicing through oval poison with warm breast milk, powder perfecting adaptive flowers steady with thumb salt. Harsh addictions to ugly oils, vikings release voodoo examinations for educated pilots flying over great wall of sprane, and cargo. Vast positive body positions in paranoia vest leaning over bloody lake casting fire, and ice on the backs of consumers, and their foundational poetry readings. 'I have a dream... But I cant remember where I left it...'

Water dripping from the ships body, copper chains they bang against their thirsty cages in morse code revealing stories of magicians with eating disorders, priests with hungry labotomies... All mid life crisis propraganda starts wars inside the head, Father Murphy are the medicine for our
generation, and its troubled complexes.

https://fathermurphy.bandcamp.com/album/calvary

https://bluetapes.bandcamp.com/album/blue-fifteen

Droneroom-'Piss Poor.' (Sweet Sounds Records #7)

Nothing spoiled, wasted, or left to the black blue birds with incredible height, and distance, nothing... Every piece of this body harvested, cured for complete assault. Exhales through muted silhouette without words reaching for remaining body, the rest lies sideways in black frozen creek... Freezing digital, lonely with clear chipped arrow in hand, odd exhausted smoke falls out mouth while wire rests against pale horse. Rotted Tarot with splinters, and without future... Grinding fish to a silver soup studying newspaper romance with old blood background.

This release from Droneroom is a sacrafise of particles, and thick twisted carbon vain pumping hotflash into a soft dress. Punching in gold backbone, and wrapping iron with Cairo limb. Blake Edward Conley... You already know my man.

https://sweetsoundsrecords.bandcamp.com/album/piss-poor