OCTOBER RELEASESLPs $14.99 // 7in $6.99
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http://www.moniker-records.com/records.html k r a u s
"s u p r e m e c o m m a n d e r"
400 LP copies
Opague Grey
listen to the song "guinea coin blues" on soundcloud:
http://monikerrecordsss.bandcamp.com/album/kraus-supreme-commander "Class is in session: if your world is one where Supreme Commander is a shoot-em-up video game, 'electronic music' is something perpetrated by sleazy guys in tracksuits and bling, and the only noteworthy sound ever to have emerged from New Zealand is the neutered yuppie-pop of Crowded House, Auckland's wildly inventive Kraus is sitting you down for some hardcore re-education.
The latest and strangest import from Oceania's exploding scene, Supreme Commander is a mind-fucking 36-minute filmstrip of Kraus' animatronic alternate-reality, where the deep-fuzzed guitars and modular electronics have minds and souls and personalities of their own, gurgling and stuttering, screaming and warbling and melting and hissing with total unpredictability. Like the underwater exotica of Raymond Scott, or the squishy 'visual sounds' of electronic?music pioneer Norman Mclaren, Kraus' singular vision refuses to moor to any particular time or place, dripping scuzz as it lurches lysergically from alien cockpit to opium den. Some seriously skewed and utterly unclassifiable shit from the onetime drummer of N.Z. space-punks the Futurians, this is the surprise jam of late 2012."
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S T A C I A N
"S o n g s F o r C a d e t s"
300 copies
Black vinyl
listen to the song "Orbit" on Soundcloud:
http://monikerrecordsss.bandcamp.com/album/stacian-songs-for-cadets"Songs for Cadets is not a 37-minute barrage of Krauty, synth-drenched dance-pop from Milwaukee's scorching Stacian?it's actually a coded training-manual for intergalactic mercenaries, sent back in time from the year 2112. Life on earth has become unsustainable, and groups of young fighters have been enlisted by what's left of the global government to colonize Jupiter 6, a lush, earthlike planet out on the hostile fringes of the universe, populated by reptilian humanoids and robotic pterodactyls.
A 22nd-century Joan of Arc in dayglo armor, Stacian heads the sonic warfare division, wielding her synthesizer like a light saber in a life-or-death contest for control of the cosmic dancefloor. Crisp, relentless drumbeats and rocket-engine bass vie with the echoing cries of those weird, metallic birds as Stacian rallies her troops into action?mandatory listening for future cadets (literally)!"
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AVAILABLE NEXT WEEKENDO N O
"A l b i n o"
300 copies
White vinyl
listen to the song "Veil" on bandcamp:
http://monikerrecordsss.bandcamp.com/album/ono-albino-2watch
Model Bride music video from 1983:
http://youtu.be/6qVLlA37Kx0 "To non-locals, ONO's stunning Albino might have fallen from the sky, but to an enlightened and ever-growing bunch of Chicago heads the band is already full-on legend, and the release of their first recorded music since 1986 is a majorly epic landmark that needs no introduction. For the rest of y'all: ONO is a unit of transcendent noise-making now in its fourth decade. Both notorious and neglected in their early years, ONO's unholy bitches' brew of noisy snarl, avant-garde R&B, gospel-heavy blackness, queer sensibility and extravagant, performance-art theatrics (they once played a concert at Navy Pier in which singer travis was dragged through the audience in a steel cage, naked but for a jockstrap) was in a whole 'nuther galaxy from the macho Chicago punk scene that spawned them.
Reemerging in the late 00s with astonishing vehemence and an expansive, multi-generational lineup, they've been embraced by a more fertile and experimental Chicago scene, and are about to explode skulls internationally. travis has always referred to fellow-founder P. Michael ONO as the 'leader of the band,' but anchor might be more appropriate?P. Michael's groundswelling bass and nasty, insectoid beats are unquestionably the glue that binds the sprawling noise. But then there's travis, whose fierce brilliance carries echoes of punk prophets like Patti Smith, Iggy Pop and Gil Scott-Heron but is always pure, raging ONO. As for the rest of the band, check the sick, Beefheartian groove of Veil, or their revelatory cover of the Velvet Underground's All Tomorrow's Parties, which manages to excise much of the song's innate sentimentality while upping its sonic generosity, the wall-of-sound sprouting weeds and flowers in its cracks. ONO's original mission statement (1980) runs through this music more truly and deeply than ever, so to quote it in full and let it speak for itself: ONO1980// Experimental Performance, NOISE, and Industrial Poetry Performance Band; Exploring Gospel's Darkest Conflicts, Tragedies and Premises. Some deep-listening shit--beyond recommended!"
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L A Z Y
"P a r t y C i t y"
300 copies
Black vinyl
listen to the song "Party City":
http://soundcloud.com/monikerrecords/lazy-party-city "Lazy explode as a refreshingly direct ball of energy straight from the Heartland. These Kansas City collaborators play punk rock equal parts smart and gritty. Catchy, buzzing anthems evolve from jagged rhythmic chaos, as dark drones and found sound snippets populate percussive, gang-vocal boy/girl rave-ups.
On Moniker's first vinyl release from Lazy's 2012 "Obsession" sessions, Lazy capture punk that could come from anywhere -- "Party City, U.S.A." -- yet few match their immediate intensity. The group's art impulses and collages suggest that anything goes in the course of these brief, emphatic statements. Then there's that inspiring, trebly clatter, a grittiness that ensures this is as real as punk gets. Lazy smash it into a million pieces then tie it all back up, in three minutes or less."
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Moniker Records
P.O. Box 891287
Chicago, IL 60608
CONTACT: moniker.records@gmail.com
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