★Sound@One
Aftypiclipse
This is the bomb NNCK dropped on ATP, December 2006. Entirely new sequence and improved mastering and fidelity from the CD-R version.
After Hours
The much-anticipated blast-off release for Charles Speer and his band. Recently rewarded 5 stars in Time Out mag by the music editor, this album is a landmark in laid-back blues and country songwriting, feat. members of NNCK and Sunburned.
Past Or Beyond
Seeking refuge in songcraft, D. Charles Speer and the Helix spin tales of mental instability and institutional exploitation into a thick, heady, groove laden brew. The professorial attack of the ivories, the sear of the strings, the pounding of drum …
In Madagascar / Bar-Abbas Blues
The newest release from D. Charles Speer & the Helix highlights narratives presented as gospel and then revoked in the wink of eye. Serpentine guitars encase a dirty groove on both sides of the slab, while the piano and bass smother the listener with…
Some Forgotten Country
A true solo endeavor, this LP is the debut of D. Charles Speer on long player. Recordings over a span of 4 years have been assembled here into a rumination on loss in its many forms - loss of direction, loved ones, home, mental acuity, money, and emo…
Letters From The Serth
This re-release of 1998's Letters From The Serth is a sequential follow-up to the monolithic double CD Letters From The Earth, as it was recorded exactly one year to the day later (Orthodox Easter, 1997), at the same location - on the roof of their b…
Letters From The Earth
The No Neck Blues Band have been enjoying a surge in popularity of late, what with their incredible Qvaris album last year and now a collaboration with Embryo on the Staubgold label turning heads good and proper. This album was the band’s first foray…
Intonomancy
Yes, by God, here's another one. Rock root punch left in bloody piles of nutmeg dirt circus. Fuck the bleat. Fuck the beat. Fuck the entire fucking fleet. A return to the magnificence of spell-over-form. An end to spiel-necessity. Destructive formatt…
Sticks and Stone Will Break My Bones But Names Will Never...
The No Neck Blues Band, adrift in the ozone-tinged air of lower & upper Manhattan for nearly a ghost decade, stood at a fork. To one side lay the path to continued avoidance of human contact, and lifetimes of hemeretic improvisational events. To the …