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What is it about Houston that so haunts its denizens? Whether it be the free-form mumblings of the Red Krayola or the fuckery of the Kangaroo Court and the mysterious plunk, thuds, and howls of Jandek, the city and its ghosts hiss just below the surf…
"Sick to Death" received worldwide accolades for its frantic pacing, unimpeachable lyric quality, & nugget after nugget of pop hooks buried under a gob of lo-fi muzz. This time they explore a cleaner, more inimitable sound. Gone is the wall of crud t…
Back in stock. 'Tusk wields its classic rock appellation like a talisman, but it still owes more to the lava-like flow of Repent, the trio's voice-free collection of in-concert jams recorded in 1996, than it does to any collection of rock songs t…
There's not much in the way of commentary or anything about that, though, so either call it a wry Kiwi joke at the Yanks' expense or just something that looked nice enough to use. Consisting of six tracks of unsurprisingly varying length - fairly sho…
Mr. Ubiquitous lends his formidable name and image to a Siltbreeze project. Experimental drones and noises with nods to Phill Niblock and noted pop subversive James iDumpi McNew. A big, clanging, obstreperous, kosher meatloaf of an album.