★Load Records
Primordial Pus
Black Pus is Brian Chippendale (Lightning Bolt) and on this, their fifth full length, a lot of the looped drum pop that has been percolating in this project's gene pool is drawn so much closer to the surface. Insanely long saccharine loops are pushed, pulled, screwed and tattooed all over your face. With this ammo, an enduring record of stone-etched brute pop is forged. Comrade, now is the time, take up the fight, strap this pack on and blast off into the land where Space Shuttles no longer trea…
Gone
Columbus, OH two-piece horror sound unit, Sword Heaven clock in with a sweaty water boarded masterpiece of claustrophobic proportions. Fun house mirrors and stretched out faces yell from behind flaming curtains while a Neanderthal cave bat clubs your dome over and over and over. These are the sounds - the kids are not all right and that is all right. With just drums and looped vocals and samples, the train slowly leaves the station. The filthy sounds produced are both a joyous middle finge…
Entrance
To these ears, Sword Heaven’s recorded output has always strived to match the power and intensity of the band’s live performances. Due to low fidelity and the ineffability of putting live energy to tape, the ardent Sword Heaven fan is left with vivid memories of intense performances, and a smattering of tapes, CD-Rs, and vinyl that are a fuzzy, diluted representation of what they saw and heard. It can be argued that any/all recordings will suffer the same fate when compared to a live show…
Auf Wiedersehen
A lasting gravestone release from Philadelphia's Clockcleaner packs in more drama than your mama with enough bad attitude to make the food court cry. Since 2007's release of "Babylon Rules", Clockcleaner have toured the trailer park areas of the United States as well as conquering the scorched earth of Australia. During this time the band recorded this 4 song EP length record that sharpens their midnight howl in a direction only hinted at in previous releases. The band now operates in a d…
Urge To Kill
Nobody knows what a Brainbomb is, but with the sounds of this record strapped close to your skull you will not need your fancy pants college thesaurus to figure out exactly what the meaning is. This record is maximum, in-the-red and dealing with more issues than a year of after school specials. Sounds like a fried out speaker blowing a mix of Detroit fueled orgy fun and evil bad-assery. Driving around in your car, being tired, picking up hitchhikers and killing them with hammers and scre…
Singles Compilation
THE BRAINBOMBS use a horn, scraping guitars and the mindset of a mentally impaired killer to bring some dark damage to the putrid remains of the corpse of rock music. When the band started, they were much more in line with the European industrial scene of the time. Though they use the tools of the rock trade, Brainbombs instead breath from the fart-helmet of minimal repetitious overload. To this a drugged out horn floats in the mix. The collection of songs on this release documents the ba…
Wonderful Rainbow
lucky warehouse find, few copies available of this long out of print lp "For many, this is the definitive Lightning Bolt album. It's certainly an accessible release given some of the mayhem that came earlier in their back catalogue, yet somehow, despite sounding more tightly organised, and being structured around more conventional song frameworks the album manages to be heavier, focusing on riffs and dare I say it, actual hooks. Illustrative of that point, apparently Muse have been known to…
Power Of Salad & Milkshakes
The Power of Salad, also known as The Power of Salad & Milkshakes, is a film by Peter Glantz and Nick Noe, featuring and documenting the Providence, Rhode Island noise rock band Lightning Bolt. The film follows the avant-garde duo, Brian Gibson and Brian Chippendale, through a tour of the states, along with interviews of the band and their friends and family. Live performances, for which Lightning Bolt is renowned, were shot from June 2-21 and July 14–15, 2001.
The Pattern Prism
Kraut-rock at heart, this is a brtual, cosmic melange of sound & rhythm, where Terry Riley-like keyboard motifs entwine w/ intense Battles-esque drumming, clouds of audio detritus, gamelan gongs, rewired synthesizers, & clashing feedback guitars. Oscilating between pools of crystal-clear ambience & miasmic clouds of dense noise, it spans entire decades of musical exploration: the fractured psych dreams of The United States of America, the dense weave of Stockhausen's Hymnen, the intensity of Con…
Space Programs
When the shoe drops on the first bars of the USA is the Monster's new full length, it becomes clear some changes have occured since the last record, Sunset at the End of the Industrial Age. Buttery synth and elaborate vocal harmonies combine to levitate hairpieces at least a wee bit. This is the perfect synthesis of the pastoral wanderings circa thier second full length record, Wohaw, and the punk spunk junk of their first and third full lengths. The band is still a New York two-piece tribe of N…
You\'ll Never Play This Town Again
EXCLUSIVE!! Scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced & peppered American free rock from a Clinton era three piece. This Miami trio left rug burn on modern music in the 90's. Here a deluxe remastering of their out of print releases with a swank digipak filled with sweaty photos & heart-racing energy sounds. Complies the long out of print self released tour 12", the Cherry Smash live 10", live at Salon Zwerge 12", Pelt & Frosty spilt 7"s & the De Stilj 7"s.
Crocevia
EXCLUSIVE!! RECENT. Vinyl! Gatefold artwork so open it up & see for miles & miles. A darker slant than their previous full length, OvO's guitars scrape & drums pound but the organic crunch & high fidelity of this release will convince you that this is music taken further & harder. An avant masterpiece, it takes cues from the tar covered hordes wearing jean jackets & introduces a very natural middle finger of wigginess. Stefania Pendretti's vocals soar for the sky & rest like a golden piece of co…
The Hidden Family / +White+
Another jammed-elevator mismatch between two of Providence, RI's hottest pedal jackers and circuit board melters. Kites has a record on Load already and this side of the split evokes a crunchy square toned melodic flair with organic almost organ-fueled Disneyland melodies. These are the rockers. Prurient is another Providence-based sound artist doing low toned rumble jammed up against cassette culture screech. Live shows are a blur of power and volume. Yes the cream of the noise crop. This recor…
Black Vase
7th album from noise maker extraordinaire who attacks 2 large amplifiers w/2 microphones swirling into the invisible electro-magnets fields around the amps. His masterwork of harshness that feat. drums in addition to his wailing subsonic shit fest.
miastenia
And so it is that Ovo's debut for Load records is no less obtuse. While not earth-shatteringly so, it's comfortably alien in a way that the first time you heard the Residents. If anything, the duo slog bubbling servings of noise-rock that vacillate from what's often more "metal" than most metal proper, to what sounds like freer, open-field improv that somehow never loses sight of the underlying song. The caustic grind of "Anime Morte" and "Coco" recall first-album Carcass, only played with a jus…
Pleasure Ground
As the dust settles and your tinnitus roars back to life, you wonder about Prurient. Last ear blast on Load, Black Vase went for the jugular from the git go with sporadic percussion and piercing square toned filthy noise. Just the thing for a rough day during a U.S.-sponsored war. This time out, Pleasure Ground oozes with a new shade of grey from the crayon set. A new dark waved sensibility takes hold. The seconds after a corpse appears on a riverbank, and the 'what the fuck am I gonna do' slips…