A teenaged Montgomery and friends from school, trying out Wild Bill Davis and stuff from the radio, with a JA twist.

Soul-drenched, late-sixties gospel from Cleveland.

Right on for the darkness. Twelve minutes of shifting, sunken drones, massive kicks, shimmering veils of free-jazz drums, bells, synths. Warehouse runnings scared witless by Unit Moebius and Shitcluster on the flip.

Photos from the ramshackle mobile photo booths run during the 1930s by the Massengill family of rural Arkansas.
Compelling, sharply poignant glimpses of the Depression-era South, alongside essays, remembrances and diary transcriptions.
‘June 18, 1939 Mr Pennington drowned today. We went home about 4:00 o’clock and made cream at mama’s.’
180 pages, beautifully done.