next up

cough cough-if i could ever live here, it would be now c28

If i could (tape edit mix) by cough cough by mettamind


problems that fix themselves-problems family band c28

problems that fix themselves (tape edit mix) by mettamind

a not so slumbery summer, break

once again we are away from
the tired trails desk & won't be
here to send orders or
get new releases out until the fall,
thus we have taken the 'shop' off the
site until we return. when we return
we will be offering some massive sale
events to get out all the great tunes we have
found around while doing spring
cleaning & such. we might even have
a few releases to excite ya'll with
before we close up shop for good. we will
do our best at replying to emails but don't
plan on being around much computer action
either.

all orders have been sent out. love
continues to be sent out from our hearts.
thanks for your continued support & understanding.

in metta

ttc 028 endometrium cuntplow

tired trails collective 028
endometrium cuntplow-blooming at the speed of light
tape: c28



some wicked sound exposures here. timeless trips
like flickering inside of light rays,
flowers of static leaning towards sun strokes.
small bubbling bubbles bursting through the layers
of ice in the winter's rivers, igniting fires all
along the edges. an array of colors leaving tracers
in your wavering vision, appearing then disappearing,
hiding in thoughts so deep you didn't know they
existed until now. at times we are at a slow pace,
hearing the wind whistle & the night emerge.
other times we are flying fast across atmospheres,
feeling incredible force, bursting at our seamless
boundaries. here we are, our eyes being flooded
with sentience, our bodies with strange vibrations,
our minds with fading visions...
we merge with the molecules speeding up & exploding.
we ride our brain waves like hope until they decay
& fry & scatter. there is something strangely
scientific in these noisy sound explorations.
light filled compositions showing the beauty of
conversion, innovation & transformation.

all art printed on recycled paper. comes with art,
handwritten insert & a unique black n white found photo.
all put into mindfully made recycled packages.
limited edition of 28. paypal buttons to right.
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A1: Molecules Seep In Through Tiny Holes In My Eyes
B1: Thermospheric Transit
B2: Eating Photosynthesis
B3: Blooming In Light Speed
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blooming at the speed of light (tape edit mix) by endometrium cuntplow by mettamind

Hear more amazingness at his Bandcamp & Soundcloud page

next on tired trails

coming up :: endometrium cuntplow :: blooming at the speed of light c28

a real nice set of super sonic noise sounds from a real nice chap. if you haven't seen him making sounds with the metal chair you are in for quite a ride! check out the video below.




& a surprise tape from a surprise guest. bee ready friends.

let us send our prayers to japan, spend eleven moments in silence,
send your light & love to all those affected & afflicted.
be mindful, we are all one.
xx

the diamond family archive

tired trails collective 027
the diamond family archive-the death of kung fu
tape: c47



laurence collyer makes music under the name
the diamond family archive. he's a traveling folksy
from the uk, playing captivating live shows with a fierce
freak style that get the whole town talking. everything
i've heard from him i've fallen in love with- over & over.
here collyer has created a refreshing & imaginative album,
effortlessly utilizing the banjo, guitar, piano, drums, sounds
of the sea, rain & beyond. the bulk of these recordings came
together in an old sail loft on the day david carradine, the 70's
actor, died. 'the death of kung fu' tells it's own dynamic story
of a dreamer & his death. like snapshots of a day in the life,
this album consists of 15 shorter tracks all displaying their charm
within three minutes. then two longer tracks wrap up the set,
shadowing the end of the day when everything unwinds & replays
in your head. one brilliantly constructed instrumental flowing
into the next, each track unlocks the door to an archive of sound &
spirit. 'spring pt 1a' for instance opens with the hum & buzz of night
planes in the distance-the acoustic guitar unravels its notes lazily,
gracefully, cymbals crash, the electricity of one guitar rings & echoes
off towards the horizon behind the scenes a bit- you can feel the world
waking up to this, the pride of growing green again, the cycle returning
to bloom. 'dead swan' is a dreamy drift of a closer composed of muted
guitar flickers, xylophone tinkers & a small wave of feedback. the bold
bird is pulled to the water's edge where it lies down happily & breathes
its last broad breath.

if you enjoyed the dfa's album "one to twenty" (Electronic Musik),
which you can hear & download for free HERE, you're going to
love this melodic masterpiece. vinyl (on dinosaur club) is next for
laurence, & of course he's keeping up with his touring. word on
the trails- he's working on coming over to the states!
stay tuned here & to his website HERE.
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full color wrap around art & insert printed on recycled paper.
mindfully made recycled cases. limited edition of 44.
$6/8. near/far. (less with more-see paypal options).

These Hands for Clapping by the Diamond Family Archive from tired trails on Vimeo.

death of kung fu sample by the diamond family archive by mettamind

siddhi

tired trails collective 026
siddhi-straying fingers
tape: c47



siddhi is the italian duo of delfo and elena. siddhi translates
to perfection or attainment, in some circles it means power.
& we are blessed here with the force of some wonderfully
comforting creepers- five irresistible tracks pulling us closer
& closer to the source of all sound & silence. in the opener hare,
a leisurely acoustic guitar unfolds from a forest of strangely
scraped strings echoing off the large hidden rocks of refuge.
here we are coasting along in the following track golden fields,
flecks of notes flickering amidst droned currents, then all of the
sudden the guitar breaks through all your thought-forms & thistles
& reveals its wildness. fast string by string strumming, going
dazedly between unhinged and refined, this is where the real wandering
begins. harmonics ring and sing and hum beneath it all, the only sign
of their path - slightly bent grasses. red deer tangles you in its
protruding branches. you may feel yourself tossing & tumbling
along the forest floor, head slightly spun making everything glisten,
flickering in sunlight, how gold you must feel red deer, how gold.
in the side b opener loom, little drip drops of echoed notes plunk
down at kindly intervals, trance like & warm. distant voices from
beyond cast their reverbed nets towards the figure appearing just
over the hill. nestled in between the low whistles of the wind blowing
through abandoned caves, the guitar sings it own song of solitude in
rebirth. note after note turn in the great wheel, sparkle like the great
sun then echo off into the great unknown. a gong reverberates midway
through, reminding us that the moment of awakening is now.
in any rendition of the word, 'straying fingers' is siddhi.

hand drawn cover art & photo art insert by delfo. hand drawn tape
info insert & design by jess. all printed on recycled paper. tape comes
in mindfully made recycled felt cases. limited edition of 42.
$6/$8. near/far. (less with more)
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A1 : Hare
A2 : Golden Fields
A3 : Red Deer
B1 : Loom
B2 : Rebirth
total time - 39:57
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Golden fields [edit] by Siddhi by mettamind

SIDDHI website

summer break

Howdy Folks.

just wanted to let all of ya'll know
we took all but two paypal/order buttons
off the blog until we return from summer
splendoring.
and we only have a few left on us of those
two tapes before we go on summer break.
in a week or so there will be no buttons
at all as we will be unable to send
anything from the road. we're happy to take
orders but please understand they won't be
shipped until mid-late august.
we'd be happy to put something aside until we
come back as well, just send over a request.

when we come back to the music fold we will
have some beautiful offerings from some amazing
folks. sounds to reflect & celebrate another
turn in the seasons.

please feel free to email us with questions,
holds, demos, positive affirmations & blessings,
we're always happy to hear from ya'll. thanks for
your understanding & support.

tiredtrails(at)gmail(dott)com

take it easy & be good to one another,
all our love,
j + the tired trails

Odawas

tired trails collective 025
Odawas-Mind of Christ
tape: c35


oh the magic of odawas. sweet somethings melting on the tip of your tongue in the warmth of sister sun. we could not be more thrilled for this set of sounds.

the first/title track on this here album was made as a soundtrack for Neil Blakemore's short video "Kill Yr TV." the soundtrack & the movie were both selected to appear at Cannes this year. 'mind of christ' is one heck of a 14 minute monster too, so brilliantly composed & formulated, exposing light on the horizon to rise towards. it reminds me a bit of the 'personal best' soundtrack, the way it ends with this great glorified slow motion feel to it. in fact, the whole album feels very epic & grand much like the wonder of their previous album, 'the blue depths.' each section of sound rises up from void & surprises you, then disappears back into the nothingness leaving traces and spaces to set your self in & be delivered by. warm chords sparkle in star light, slight feedback rings in its absence, circulating & encompassing you, leading you into the seaside cave where other worldly creatures sprawl the walls. synths skip like stones across a wild sea, brilliantly reflecting the sun in their skips. 'mariner's hymn' opens with little drops and drags of ocean water drip dripping behind long strokes of fading synths - sort of like being hugged by the sea, slowly drifting from wave to wave. you can see only a reflection of the land you are progressing towards. and then, suddenly it hits you, you will never reach another shore. the sirens are calling you back to the middle of the ocean, back to your death, your end. and you surrender without hesitation, knowing that was always your fate, your destiny. 'transmission from a martian pyramid' is the chorus of the stars. shiny buoyant synths rain angelic mist upon you. you are sent to the middle of the lotus flame where you shake off your dust & shine like the crazy diamond that you are. ascension is inevitable.

see through prism tapes come with full color art & insert
printed on recycled paper & are housed in recycled felt.
all tapes dubbed real time. everything is put together mindfully
& with joy. limited edition of 63. $6 w/in us [less w/ more-check
paypal options on right].

Mind of christ [edit] by Odawas by mettamind



http://odawas.net

tiredtrails(at)gmail(.)com

Endless Endless Endless

tired trails collective 023
Endless Endless Endless-On Growth and Form
tape: c30

the duo of endless endless endless have captured our attention
with their outer worldly jams. no doubt these two can take us
there within a half a minute of their blossoming sounds. they sit
& shine until your third eye opens with a pop. if you've never heard
of synth mantras here is your chance. side a is the preamble
to the drifting. . .the tape opens with 'weight,' a heavy & layered
piece of blanket getting shredded apart by tiny bits of dust. the
particles spread their wings across it & pull each thread separate
to form something entirely new. the sounds form their own static
& put pressure on your sternum, forcing the breath to morph into
its own unique beast. 'headed' bounces in with a spring in its step,
silvery synths zinging around your cranium. a freak little head trip
& a great one. 'groan' utilizes whispers and sssss sounds to bring you
home to the groan. eee form a bottomless pit of space sounds & bounce
you around there for a while. lots of lovely layers getting tangled in
the free zone. side B: 'heat' hides your face for a while & replaces it with
a gentle beat & some gentle explosions, rising tides brought up to the
surface then sunk again in the most brilliant of lights. then it all fades
into the pondering feedback of 'never know me.' sounds unravel in a
fireworks kind of display, some tones bounce & some slither sideways,
some frolic in the foreground, some delight in the dark. electric guitar
shimmers happily while their voices sail the sea draft home. one take
improvisations from the source. what more could you ask for?

black tapes come with full color art [by eee] printed on recycled paper
& come housed in recycled felt. all tapes are dubbed real time.
everything is put together mindfully & with joy. limited edition of 50,
distros will have some soon. $6. [less with more-paypal to right]

A1: weight A2: headed A3: groan
B1: heat B2: never know me

B1 Heat by Endless Endless Endless by mettamind

www.endlessendlessendless.com

tiredtrails(at)gmail(dott)com

ttc 021 Stone Baby

ttc 021: Stone Baby-Leap into the Void and Drift c28



the fourth installment of stone baby's
unofficial tribute series to modernism,
these two tracks will send you into that
great wide nothing for tea, cakes & total
abandonment.

part one: leap into the void.
when you first decide to leap, to jump from
such a high level you feel an incredible rush
of energy fill your body. then a bit of panic
sets in, the storm clouds emerge green eyed
& ready to strike, fear is your friend you tell
yourself. for a split moment, when you actually
let your body go, you are sure you can fly, that
you won't drop at all onto that pavement. but you
do drop, quicker than you can fathom & soon you
are face to face with the ground. as you start to
lose consciousness, sounds may appear louder than
their actual level. they will collide with each other,
form giant shapes in your brain & then drop out completely.
welcome to the void.

part two: ...and drift.
if you had to choose a cloud to drift on, this would
be the one to deliver all your hopes & dreams on
when the time came. these tremolo-ed feedback
drones will sail you on a stoned ship to the middle
of your mind & melt you there. follow the cosmic
patterns, the daydreams of a lunatic, the call &
response of that one lone voice - bouncing off the
rocky echo chamber of madness. it's a place where
you'll put it all together - those pieces of your life
you thought never fit, it's a place you'll call home
one day without hesitation.
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black tapes come with two full color wrap around art
parts & an insert, which all slips into a
recycled felt case & is put together mindfully.
limited edition of 38. $6/$8 world. [less with more]

tiredtrails(at)gmail(dott)com

(paypal buttons on right side of page)



Listen to a sample Here

ttc 022 Sunken Landscapes

ttc 022 Sunken Landscapes-Transparent Sea c60


sunken landscapes shows his true shape
shifting self with this amazing set of sounds.
we've got some definite floating in space/water
vibes & the a whole set of other sci-fi sounds
to make your heart go pitter patter in that oh
so special way. 'Into the Ocean' shoots synth stars
deep into coral caves where all our warped vibrations
gather & bang around. some of the jumpy tones slow,
some slither and some move in a fast forward motion.
kinda like being shoved into the belly of the whale
by moonlight. 'take the ride' offers you a trip on
through a deserted underwater space station with the
echoes of alien ghosts & broken robotic voices crumbling
all around you. in the 'artificial age' nothing is bound.
you will get bounced around between stars and fishes &
shot with soft synth bullets on your way out. 'tracers,'
the thirty minute stairs to your spacecraft, grows up &
around you like sea-weed until it reaches your head & sinks
you in its stardust. the buzzing guitar unfolds & crashes
in it's wild ways then morphs into a fluttering comet.
add some sampled sounds rewinding into oblivion & you're
all set for take off. all super trippy & twilight zone
like & unlike anything in your tape collection.
time for 3-D glasses & a massive shift of consciousness.
can you feel it ?

see through tapes come with full color
wrap around art (by jess) & an insert (by andy),
all slipped into a recycled felt case & put
together with mindfulness. limited edition of 38.

$6/$8 world. [less with more]




Listen to a sample Here or Here

Monks of the Balhill & Enfer Boreal split

tired trails collective 020


could not be happier with our twenty-th
release here. throwing out some real psych
wizardry we have: the monks of the balhill
with the first four treks/tracks &
enfer boreal finishes the disc with three
holy hummers. check it out:

after stellar releases on labels like peasant magik
& housecraft, the two monks bless us with four killer
jams from the highest altitude of psychedelia mountain.
you're going to want to come out of your cave for this
one, these tracks are painstakingly perfect. 'according'
begins with the tangling of guitars, some plucked notes
scatter, some build their wave like wall in the distance.
dirt & distortion swell & crumble, like thunder from
the day before & you glide on this until you realize the
sounds have sped up & they are swirling around your head
like giant lightening bugs. a catchy tripped out loop
fades into the sounds of the night temple in 'akthala'.
small crescendos take you for a ride on the midnight
ohm wave train. the monks let their voices swim in the
clouded quilt of reverb haze in 'black head' - a track
that will sink you completely into its slightly delayed
drift & let you daydream there unhindered. 'lotus flutters'
grows into what sounds like a funeral march coming down
the mountains, the wind whipping around their mantras like
lost lotus petals and death.
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the buzz has also been a blurring around enfer boreal
after some ridiculously beautiful releases on stunned
& digitalis & with his three offerings here it is so
easy to see why. 'deep again' & 'solal' consist of
that dense dizzy drone we can't help but get lost in.
all thick & tasty like french texas toast, this is
some serious mysterious temple madness drenched in
a head full of static & frenzy. 'deep again' twists
you slowly in its obscured guitar marches. 'solal' is
where sun rays collide with the windy channels of
solace, imagine a field of burning bells-a breeze
blowing smeared sounds across the universe. 'tired inca'
has this real nice voice loop skipping through
distortion like a pebble headed for the middle of
the lake on a real rainy day. it's dark and melodic
and dreamy as hell & you'll want to put it on repeat
all night long. whatever they are smoking in france,
let's get them to share. this is some total ef'n transcendence.

disk comes in recycled cd sleeve.
little booklet containing really cool photos
taken by one of the mighty monks, words of advice
for young lovers, a one of a kind individually
made sticker & other radness comes with.

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to order paypal buttons on right side of page. email us
if need or desire be: tiredtrails(at)gmail(dot)com
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1: according different meanings :: monks of balhill
2: akthala monastery
3: black head with no horse
4: lotus flutters in my hand
5: deep again :: enfer boreal
6: solal
7: tired inca

time - 53:23

LISTEN :: MONKS & BOREAL & TIREDTRAILS
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NEXT UP :: a righteous re-issue of "an endless distance"
by the one & only bridgetown boss Kevin Greenspon, put
to tape like all our favorite sounds should be.
after that: stone baby's tribute to modernism,
sunken landscapes uncovers the artificial age. beee ready!

ttc 019 Zack Kouns - Peter Denied Our Lord

Kouns has quite a varied & vast discography
filled with challenging creations that tend to
float in a religious stream a soot. & you get
the freak feeling when listening to him that he's
privy to a world you don't know about. Kouns sounds
like no one in your black book or record collection.
he's got his own way of telling the story & makes no
apologies about it. his voice gets tangled in between
speech & a solemn soaring swoon. & boy can he belt it
when called for.

"Peter denied Our Lord" consists of 10 tracks
about the various stages and types of denial.
Recorded in the woods at night- crickets, rain &
background hiss take the shape of instruments
in this epic tale of communion and refusal.
here Kouns favors the bluesy one note strum
lines & minimal accompaniment. dark downer
fucked folk vibes stirring in the branches -
often no chorus, no refrain - just storytelling
in full effect. past/current releases on bum tapes,
owness, clinical archives & others. soon to
have a cult like following to take over the world
with. deny and repent.

cdr comes in recycled packaging w/ various inserts.
front/back art by Kouns. edition of 22. $7 ppd us/
+ ship for world.

cdr : time: 34:47

LISTEN: KOUNS or TTC

to ORDER EMAIL US HERE: tiredtrails(at)gmail(dot)com

*more pics to come.

ttc 018 a man & a guitar - to kill a dead man

a man and a guitar. that's it. his thoughts,
his emotive resistance, his chorus, his steel.
'to kill a dead man' is a reminder that you don't
need fanciness to create something beautiful,
haunting and timeless. this album has that
tip your hat to the side kinda saloon vibe,
swaying into a gritty bar with a gun on your side,
ready to draw. your covered in the settling of dusk,
in desert sweat & dirt & your miles from any place
you'd call home. letting the chords ring and echo
then fade, allowing each string to take part in the
madness, AM/AG draws out the sounds that need pushing
& lets the others drop away. small swells of nearby
thunder fill the largest sky you've ever floated in.
paris, tx vibes for sure, with less texas twang & more
paris flare. seven tracks of grifter blues to burn your
double-dealing skin. sizzle sizzle.
(dedicated to derek bailey & neil young.)

cdr comes packaged in rad recycled packaging with
an art / poetry insert. front/back cover art by
aman&aguitar. edition of 25. $7 ppd us/ + ship for world



LISTEN: AM/AG or
TTC

to ORDER EMAIL US HERE: tiredtrails(at)gmail(dot)com

ttc 017 al Qaeda - aluminum lock smith c20

al Qaeda just finished up an epic tour
with Mike Watt, Droughter, Derek Rogers,
& Rob Crow & now they are dropping
this epic tape.

don't expect to hear the same thing twice from this
ever evolving band from san fran. they will blow
your expectations out of the polluted water, spit
on them and then give you a hug. here they throw
out some delayed sunshine on all our round red summer
faces. this tape begins with one of those familiar
string/guitar loops you think you hear wandering in
the wind on a deserted beach. definite highway drifter
drone filling up the speakers for that daydream deliverance.
slow motion space dives with solar flares on your side.
who is the aluminum lock smith? who is the blind tiger?
light one up and sway your head to this shit.

clear tapes housed in homemade black envelopes,
random pics from around the world on one side,
comes with mini-booklets containing tape info,
art. edition of 22. $6 ppd us/+ ship for world.

keep an open eye out for their other
releases on the always killer Scotch Tapes,
Middle James Co. & Heavy Psych (just to name a few).




LISTEN AQ
& TTC

to ORDER EMAIL US HERE: tiredtrails(at)gmail(dot)com

ttc 016 the Goodwillies - Tangerine Tape BURST c30

while other artists are busy pounding away
on that trend-mill, tim goodwillie is off
building his own. taking a side winder route
through the tangerine tunnels of time,
goodwillie takes the lead in what i like to call
the race for intergalactic funk-manship. fuck bootsy
collins, goodwillie is here to spice up your summer
as your lo-fi noise groove captain. bruised beats
deliver some blows while smoky shaky synths get
sexy with the static of your brain in 'Pink Milk Plus.'
'Silver Fox' begins by banging your head against
a bass wall, then while you're distracted, the
funkiest fried groove within the galaxy bursts through,
tossing and tumbling around like shoes in the dryer.
amazing drunk junk pop from the synth samurai.
*side B:* A slow motion melody beaten and busted up
then shoved into the tiniest of holes. a thousand tons
of pressure being held back with a feather. like watching
an explosion in rewind. bad ass vibrations for your massive
pollution caused headaches. break through & BURST motherf*s!

Side A: Pink Milk Plus / Silver Fox
Side B: the Moist Contact of Different Metals

home real-time dubbed tapes, some blue some not,
two inserts- housed in recycled felt & citrus fabric.
edition of 44. $6 ppd us/ world get in touch.

check out the SOUNDZZ HERE
& HERE





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ttc 015 donato epiro / throuRoof - tamandua's gorgeous dream drones c20

with a name like "tamandua's gorgeous dream drones,"
its not hard to imagine the news on this tape.
these two fine Italian artists bring us together
for some straight up anteater magic - dream journeys
with tunnel visions, flickering lights & fevered hallucinations.
Side A: donato epiro builds a river wall of white noise
in your head space, blurring your vision with the drone
of ants & gods & swingers. "Myrmecophagidae Musik"
sneaks up like a gang of shadows climbing towards the
jungle ceiling. slightly familiar, these are the sounds your
eardrums make when you blew them out the night before.
the ringing behind the reverberation expands & shakes with
earthquake like tremors until you & the vibrations are
one in the same.
Side B: throuRoof's "Fire Ants Mandibles" begins with
the sounds of the jungle at dusk. here is the hidden world
of animal communication & wind chatter. big black bugs
hollowing wood, some shift some scatter. your eyes are
jungle vines and grasses, swaying in a blistering breeze,
glistening in the last rays of sunlight. total amplification
of the illumination. anteaters unite.

clear tapes, home dubbed real time, housed in
recycled fern paper. comes with two inserts -
one with hand-written tape info, one art by throuRoof.
edition of 24. $6 ppd us/+ ship for world.

check out the soundzz -> Epiro
ThrouRoof & TTC

to ORDER EMAIL US HERE: tiredtrails(at)gmail(dot)com

we accept paypal & all that.

UPDATE

coming soon to a stereo near you ::

>> throuRoof & donato epiro entrance us with their anteater magic. (tape)
>> a man & a guitar offers us his first journey into solo electric space. just the right amount of minimal madness. (cdr)
>> al qaeda throws out some delayed sunshine on your round red faces. drifter drone for that daydream deliverance. (tape)
>> zack kouns recorded "peter denied our lord" in the woods, with background hiss, rain, crickets, trees and denial - all such dear friends. (cdr)
>> the goodwillies travel through the tangerine tunnels of time, spunky junk funk as a guide. you can't hide from SILVER FOX. stop, pop, BURST! (tape)

right after that are some dope offerings from monks of the balhill & enfer boreal, lasers from atlantis, cough cough, stone baby, siddhi + much much more!

New Etherik, Nirvana Pan Jali/Many Mansions, Harps of Fuchsia Kalmia !!

ttc 012
Etherik-Shipwrecks
cdr time: 54 minutes

Etherik is Erik Heyns, our good friend and
wonder multi-instrumentalist from Belgium,
who also plays in Grant Moff Tarkin & Rivercrest
(funeral folk). Here he delivers one hell of an album,
an album i haven't been able to put down since it
arrived on my doorstep. "Shipwrecks" is an amazingly
crafted fully realized first album, a magnetic 9 song
cycle in which Heyns plays all the instruments - percussion,
acoustic & electric guitars, organ, tibetan bells,
bali flutes...you name it. But this album sounds
more like a full ensemble then a one man show.
Each track is so carefully constructed, so lovingly
assembled, so mind and soul expanding...you tend to forget
one lone soul created such an incredible journey.
Mixing experimental post rock with psychedelics and free
dark forest folk, this album sways like a half sinking
boat on the sea, blurring the lines between submergence
and surfacing, hope and resistance, living and dying.
Layers of speech creep beneath his fire brimmed vocals,
as if he were conjuring up sea and sky spirits to sing
along with him. There is a sense of tradition in his lyrics
and raga influenced guitar trips, but also of exploration -
each track setting off on its own adventure - each one more
engrossing than the next. These all consuming compositions
will find a way into your head and swim there gently, slowly
letting you drift off into their world like any good song
will do. think six organs, legendary pink dots, comus,
pink floyd, then think beyond them, then stop thinking.
This little psych folk gem is going to make you happy - real happy.
cdr comes in hand-sewed felt 'cases' & comes with 2 pieces of art :
one unique handmade linolium stamp artwork (by etherik)
& one of two hand drawn treasure maps w/ cd info on back (by jess.)

Listen to Etherik at his MYspace
or at OURS
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ttc 013
nirvana pan jali/many mansions-split c30


the artist of many monikers including quaouauh,
sky shepherds & dream safari doses us again with
his self described lethargic spiritual drone.
the track,'Celestial Mud' is just as it would suggest.
think drugged out meandering drone. like tripping
through a temple's forest at night, getting stuck
between the sounds of the night and the sounds
of the temple. this one grows from a four member om
circle to a full earth shattering choral, sounding somewhere
between a thousand mosquitos and ten thousand tape
warped trumpets. some heavy ethereal chant here my friends.
chant and be..well..whatever you want.

the many mansions piece, 'Book of Splendor,'
begins its decent into indecency with killer tape
manipulations,synth filtering and frequent radio static,
painting the picture of a shiny new age sci-fi wonderland.
the tiny man is at the toy piano, the drunk-ed three armed
and eyed creature is taunting the bearded birds-who are
squawking back in their vinyl scratch like language.
pt. II: enter island drum beats. enter groove. get into it.

hand-drawn art on tapes, hand-sewn/stapled silkscreened
arty collage fabric & recycled felt pockets. collage art insert.

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NIRVANA or our
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ttc 014 Harps of Fuchsia Kalmia w/ Delphine Dora-Pantomima Terrrestre
c24


Harps of Fuchsia Kalmia is the new weird-folk,
avant-folk forest-music project of Salvatore Borrelli
(etre, wondrous horse); the music is made in a direct
way, without processing or any other disturbance. Here
he is joined by delphine dora, the brilliant singer and
musician, who adds her honey sweet voice and piano to
this already captivating set of sounds.
"Pantomima Terrestre" or "Pantomime of the earth" could
not be a more fitting name - this is the earth's musical. -
a complete production with characters, story lines
and dedications - a perfect collage of traditional
folk, field recordings, organic drones and percussion.
delphine's airy vocals mingle with the drum beats,
space sounds and radio static. birds chirp, dogs bark,
cars drive by, and records spin backwards. sluggish dulcimer
& guitar plucks crescendo beneath the drone of the harmonium.
uniquely improvisational and experimental without loosing
its familiarity, there's only one way to discover this world. press play.
if your into caethua, vapaa, nnck, donato epiro
and any other trippy explorations of italy, finland and
forest spirits everywhere, this tape will not disappoint.
current/past releases on Ikuissus, Centre of Wood &
Fire Museum and future releases on Reverb Worship &
Beard of Snails. look out! rad purple tapes in silkscreened
fabric & recycled felt (made out of plastic bottles!)
cases. comes with 2 inserts - one piece of amazing
photo art by Federica R. & other with hand written tape info, etc.

Listen HoFK
& Tired T



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ttc 011 Horse Gives Birth to Fly - Untitled c30

blown off of whatever sphere i thought i
was living on and on to this one. horse gives
birth to fly offers up this massive Live 2nd
album, taking their noisy french psych
to a whole new level. they claim to make
'ritual noise,' but that only brushes the
surface of their sound. these 6 tracks combine
the sounds of an industrial pow-wow-crunchy
metal mantras- with reverb soaked spook.
HGBTF perform their cosmic ceremonies with
stoned hypnotic rhythms, metal scrapes,
shaky eerie singing and radical riffs.
they get into a groove and sink you in
it completely. with influences like volcano
the bear, starving weirdos & acid mothers
temple you'd be moving in the right direction,
but expect this tape to stand on its own in
spite of its nods. this beast will haunt you until
you stand on your head and put it on repeat. so beware
and be happy - this tape is one heavy hit. the kind of
hit that makes the room spin, your eyes sweat and your
heart race. you may want to just let this one blow
your speakers. killer packaging thanks to the band!
black tapes come on metal plates, screwed into place,
all placed in blue oversize envelopes w/ art on front/back.
edition of 30, i only have 20! expected to sell out quickly.
$7ppd w/in states. / $9 world. (these puppies are heavy)

Listen HERE
& HERE

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(HGBTF is offering these up as cdrs also-
please contact them.)

(these tapes have a min of silence on each side
to ponder infinity in, once you return back from
it that is)

(thanks to my boy cakes, who assisted my
poor old mind in finding words to write this-
some of them are in fact his.)