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**200 copies** Unearthed 1993 recordings caught on melting master tapes in the back of a second hand bookshop in Hamilton, New Zealand. A rare and temporary teen heat trio-incarnation of Armpit, which besides Clayton Noone and Jon Arcus also had Gordon/Nodrog joining in on drums. Four or five tracks were apparently recorded with this line up that also performed live once or twice. Some twenty-five years later, the hazy magic that occured in the back of that bookshop falls in somewhere in the mid…
** Edition of 300 copies in a silk-screened sleeve. ** As reported by Stefan Neville: "Clayton 'CJA' Noone and Jon 'Sugar Jon' Arcus are some of my oldest and dearest friends. I've been listening to their band Armpit pouring out infinite sweat and toe jams for 20+ years and I still can't work out what Armpit even is. They are the wrongest band I've ever heard. We were all part of the same gang in early 1990s Hamilton, New Zealand. Armpit would always happen in rooms next door. They would keep me…
Armpit is another Clayton Noone project (along with CJA and the Futurians), this one being (I assume) the oldest of the three. Back when LVD was in its first year or so, Clayton suggested we do a release, but something terrible went wrong and it never happened. Here at long last--at least seven years after the last piece of music was recorded for this album--we finally have a real CD of armpit. Like so many of the people way out in front in the NZ experimental music scene, this is definitely …
Revolving feverishly around their own dark-matter, escaping Armpits unbelievable gravitational pull borders on the mathematically-impossible. Utterly impenetrable 'songs' coupled to unfathomable blankness (sometimes I swear they've packed up and gone home!), makes 'Butta Daze' one of the most fearfully disorienting, supremely damaged, and seriously beautiful recordings ever allowed out into daylight. Imagine your frontal lobe being sandwiched between two pink mattresses, and then subjected to t…