Bringing together two EPs of hushed, late-night atmospherics.
Intense, dreamlike songs influenced by folk and minimalism, and informed by feminism, ecology and posthuman communication, deploying magnetic tapes, field recordings, and bits from the speech of contemporary thinkers, besides harmonium, organ, violin and cello, toy and electric guitar, and a small choir.

Sexy and ardent, this is great fun.

Hyperreal treatments of live woodwinds, banjo, voice, lap steel, piano, guitar.

Half-price this weekend.

Lavishly presents previously-unreleased and new material from Sonic Youth, Sun City Girls, Bardo Pond, Comets on Fire, Eternal Tapestry, Steve Gunn, Mouthus, D. Charles Speer and Wooden Wand.

Chilled, underground, DIY fusion from eighties America, rolling up together jazz, new age, and pop. Music for a burgeoning managerial middle class, says Numero; pitched rather hopefully at ‘the new commercial audiences held captive in dentist offices and waiting rooms across America’.

Her third Columbia, from 1970.
With Muscle Shoals crew on side one — Roger Hawkins, Eddie Hinton, Barry Beckett and co — and a lineup convening the Armenian oud-plyer Ashod Garabedian, Duane Allman and Alice Coltrane, on side two.
‘I love my country as it dies in war and pain before my eyes. I walk the streets where disrespect has been. The sins of politics, the politics of sin, the heartlessness that darkens my soul… on Christmas.’

Early, mostly unreleased, truly pioneering electronic work.
‘Through Pauline Oliveros and Deep Listening I now know what harmony is. It’s about the pleasure of making music’ (John Cage).

‘A whole new level of weird,’ according to Warp’s sales notes: ‘Lopatin describes Garden Of Delete as a ‘self- portrait’... Musically the album contains a plethora of ideas spliced together seamlessly: great rushes of death metal and distorted R&B pop vocals, for example, all woven together with typically OPN broken chord synths and sleek sound design.’

‘Boomerangs back into the slashing chords and frenzied double-picking of the Harry Pussy years, tossing the gentler melodic glow of the last few solo records into the dustbin. In other words, this may be Orcutt’s most overtly punk-rockist record since Gerty Loves Pussy, his first solo electric LP from a decade ago. It’s an affirmation that Orcutt is above all a lead player—angular runs scaling the heavens, ricocheting back to ground zero before climbing again. Orcutt builds tension with short phrases, repeated with slight variability until it seems like they’ll never stop, finally slamming into a fresh line like the dawning valley at the crest of the mountain pass. Another Perfect Day is, ultimately, something of a solo guitar Nouveau Roman, an exhilarating run through melodic reiteration, impossible crescendos (check out those ecstatic crowd hoots on For the Drainers) breaking into—a moment rarely found on an Orcutt record—soft, whisper-quiet tracer notes at the end of A Natural Death. Another Perfect Day returns Orcutt to the immediacy of his earliest records while maintaining the melodic complexity, phrasing, and flow of a player, who’s been going, what—four-plus decades now? And when he taps his roots, it’s a reminder of exactly what was so exciting about Orcutt’s playing in the first place.’