totally forgot about this forum. haven't posted here in almost a year.
DNT042 - Family Underground "Helium Rug" 1-sided LP $11ppd US/Canada $23ppd International
Denmark's drone demons release another one. A helium rug would float, which is exactly what your melted mind will do while listening to this record. Whistling blown by the birds of hell. This has been in the works for quite some time. Originally intended to come out last summer on their US tour, but we didn't want to flood the market (they already had 3 LPs coming out the same time). Edition of 300 on black vinyl with bi-color stencil. The front cover is what you will look like after listening to this. Your mind will split open unleashing the helium rug from within. Artwork by Zachary Fleming.
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DNT035 - Mudboy "MuDMuX Volume One" 7" $5.50ppd US/Canada $11ppd International
This is the first installment of a series of 7"'s to be released by various labels. Each record contains a single track on each side by a different band- produced, mixed, orchestrated, destroyed, mutilated and brought back to life by the dark dreams of Mr. mudboy. Side A of this first edition features an unearthed file by the Extreme Animals resurrected as a tribute to "Lil John Carpenter." Percussion by Jeremy Lazy "animal" Magnet Harris. Side B is a devastating whirlpool cliff walk based on a song written and sung by the DarkDarkDark band. Backup fingers by Alec K Redfearn of the Eyesores fame. Cover art is a hand made blue and gold 4 pass silkscreen by R Lyon in collaboration with Kevin Hooyman. Limited to 535.
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DNT037 - Super Minerals "The Piss" cassette $6ppd US/Canada $10ppd International
New cassette by Long Beach's Super Minerals, which is Phil and William from psych band Magic Lanterns. "The Piss" takes a different route than ML using murky drones and faint cries for help. Heavily influenced by old zombie films. Limited to 75 hand numbered copies on piss yellow cassettes with gross hairy label art. Red fishy cover art with yellow splatter.
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DNT034 - Plankton Wat "Alchemy Of Darkness" cassette $6ppd US/Canada $10ppd International
"Plankton Wat is a beautiful, graceful thing of looped and picked acoustic guitar, following a wander-glimmer-drone structure that psych fans in Portland should be well aquainted with. With barely any of the cacophony or aggression Eternal Tapestry sometimes builds to...[this album] beckons us to fall back into our own head. Not the busy part–the worry and chaos cortex–but, the part that I’ve had a hell of a time finding lately, the pocket where our thoughts go when we’re perfectly happy to just drift and stare." (Willamette Week description of PW). Edition of 100 on pro-dubbed red tapes, with art by Dewey Mahood.
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DNT018 - The Pope "Do You Wanna Boogie?" cassette $5ppd US/Canada $8ppd International
The duo of Paul Kneejie and Brian Watson are American popular musicians known collectively as The Pope. They met in elementary school in 1953, when they both appeared in the school play Alice in Wonderland (Kneejie as the Dodo, Watson as Dweedle Dum). They formed the group Tom and Jerry in 1957, and had their first taste of success with the minor hit "Hey Schoolgirl... Boogie". As The Pope, the duo rose to fame in 1965 backed by the hit single "The Sound of Silence Boogie Woogie". Their music was almost featured on the landmark film Star Wars, propelling them further into the public consciousness. They are well known for their close harmonies and sometimes unstable relationship. Their last album, Boogie Over Troubled Water, was marked with several delays caused by artistic differences. Kneejie and Watson were among the most popular recording artists of the 1960s, and are perhaps best known for their songs "The Sound of Silence Boogie", "Mrs. Robinson Boogie", "Boogie over Troubled Water" and "The Boxer Boogie". They have almost received several Grammys and are hoping to be inductees of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and the Long Island Music Hall of Fame (2007). In 2004, Rolling Stoned ranked The Pope #420 on their list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time. Boogie. Hand-numbered edition of 40 on blue cassettes. Cover photo by Macklin Vietor
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^ the super minerals tape and the pope tape are sold out, but plenty of distros have copies.
here are my other in-print releases:
DNT023 - Shepherds "Bush Babies" 7" $5ppd US/Canada $10ppd International WHITE VINYL OUT NOW!
Vinyl debut by Brooklyn's Shepherds. Originally this was going to be used for the DNT 3" series, but it was far too long to be used for a 3" split, so we decided to upgrade it to a 7"! The best way to describe them would be free-form psych-drone, with different tape effects thrown in their too. Members of Woods, Non-Horse, Wooden Wand and others. Pro-printed full-color glue pocket sleeves. Pressing of 700. 200 on Black. 100 on Gold. 400 on White.
"Ahhhh here is a record one hopes to stumble upon: A totally satisfying, even inspiring, piece of out sound. Shepards on this disk is a duo and that is a mindfuck of a revelation once the music starts. Primitive yet sonically deep free jazz which grows with each listen, "Bush Babies" is one long song split over two sides. Using tapes, Shepherds create layers of horns which fade in and out of the mix, as well as guitar squalls and random noises which puncture and build. Somewhere there is a piano or a tape of a piano slowly decomposing. On top of these sheets lurk the drums, which slowly move and churn with restlessness but never break wild ?n loud. The drummer?s restraint and the layering of the horns so that they sound like they were recorded in a distant room is either dumb luck or shows that these guys have considerable smarts when it comes to how to make a great free jazz record. More often than not the indoid dabblers of free jazz fail to grasp subtly, sonic depth, that tension and energy can be created by restraint, and that less is more. Shepherds seem to have caught on, at least for this record. A+." -SS (Z-Gun
http://z-gun.org)
"Aw man! Brooklyn?s finest group of multi-project/same band members finally debuts a 7?. This time in duo formation of just G. Lucas Crane (Non-Horse/The Vanishing Voice/Time-Life) and Jermey Earl (Woods/Meneguar) lay down something that sounds a whole lot bigger than just two dudes. Totally different from their entire body of work thus far, ?Bush Babies? is a ten minute long track stretched across both sides with a fade out/fade in separation(maybe the only bummer about this jam!). Skronk sax opens the void where tribal unwavering percussion joins in. Sax is looped and a guitar is picked up free-shredding/fret-fucking ensues and the drums just keep going and going. Such a rad jam has me stuck in the groove. As I said before, Shepherds turn their murked guitar psych sludge in for a totally rocking get on your feet slab of epic percussion and glorious guitar/sax/tape undercurrent." -Mike Pollard/Foxy Digitalis
"G. Lucas Crane and Jeremy Earl (participants in the Vanishing Voice, Non-Horse, Woods and Meneguar between them), after a brief warm-up, lock into tribal drumming and a ghost orchestra of reeds, drone, and delay. No vocals or anything that dicks up the purity of the concept at stake. Could have come out as some NYC-based art loft 12? (actually huffs the same Holland Tunnel fumes as imPLOG, methinks) and would qualify as really, really leftfield disco. Pretty goddamn rad l'il record. 500 copies, sold out, repress forthcoming." (Dusted)
"The cryptic disc art may designate sides, in which case what I believe to be the first of both untitled tracks descends upon a motley flock of brassy overtures and deep, hollow percussion warm-ups in a lurching psychedelic of metal and wood. With each clattery pass of an unidentifiable mercury, the bedlam becomes more rhythmic ? a beaty tempo and minimalist loop of notes ? the percussion, horns, and effects gathering in unison so as to subvert this with embellished, reserved freedom. An unexpected Zornism, this sentiment continues through the ecstatic tribalism of the reverse, a tom-heavy rite agreed to by gullish bursts of horn, distorted in a guttural cry; assailed by heavenly drones like sunburst, the grief subsides momentarily as the brew congeals in spots with new textures and a solemn melody wafting in sincere farewell. Second pressing on white vinyl with insert and sticker art by Earl, and in a heavy, full-color pro sleeve featuring a faux-Lomo of non-sequitur fotos. Recommended, and definitely worth the extended pressing." -Animal Psi
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DNT024 - Gay Beast "Disrobics" LP $10ppd US/Canada $18ppd International
Somebody give me some dope. (Just kidding mom) DNT has finally entered the LP realm--and all this time you thought we were only going to release cdrs and cassettes. "Disrobics" was originally self-released on CD by the band, but I felt it needed to be heard on vinyl. Gay Beast are a skronky neo-wave group of kiddos from Minneapolis, Minnesota. Silk screened covers and black vinyl. Hand numbered pressing of 500.
"Gay Beast are from Minneapolis and claim a ?neo-wave? which is about a decade and a few hundred miles removed from Chicago?s now wave ?explosion?, and they use that time and distance to their advantage. While I can quibble with some of the prog moments here (which come dangerously close to math rock), as a whole, Disrobics is an exciting record. At times I am reminded of Karate Party, Devo, Brianiac, Lovely Little Girls, and Lake of Dracula, but that recall comes in tiny pieces, small chunks in a bigger platter. And all that is good, and better that Gay Beast studiously avoids aural polish. There is a nice film of filth on this recording. If this is how they sound live: Wow!" -SS (Z-Gun
http://z-gun.org)
"Like their first foray into vinyl for the Shearing Pinx 7? of DNT no. 3, the label saves their most definitive statements for wax debut, the latest from Gay Beast truly a statement of what may very well become the ?DNT sound?. At the moment, they have left to conquer Lovepump United for this particular genre tract, an electro-heavy, integrated nor wave of the sort French Kiss would have liked to emit had they less promo bills to pay and proto-yuppies to feed. Sympathetic to labelmates HEALTH with a healthier attention-span, within the lineage ?Disrobics? leans decidedly toward a DNA sensibility with more macrobiotic flavor of Ex Models and Love Life (en particular their second, ?Here is Night, Brothers?), though toward a more indulgent sing-song than the former and more reliable shine than the latter. The band denies the rigid kraftworks of electric keys with the many quivering bleats of a weak current (how much of this is due to my dying turntable motor, I cannot say), aggravating this by the all-to-human spontaneity of overanxious percussion. The sound is of regular irregularity such that, on the indiscriminate plane of the vinyl side (the gaps inter-song are no match for the intra-song), the songs flow into a homogeneous party like a house band, or better yet, a house record of skittled beats (particularly true of my second side, unfortunately warped to a thousand single grooves); the tracks only significantly differentiated when, at uneven intervals, new verses emerge to express an altered melodic pattern. In this sense, the instrumentation doesn?t always agree with the verses, and in fact more often crowds out the singer?s voice ? my biggest gripe ? though he manages to hold his own within the sirocco, the charming croon of damaged vocals emerging at odd signature. We meet in earnest on third track and ?NOW That?s What I Call Music!?-worthy ?Mama, Wrap My Coffin in the AIDS Quilt Cuz It?s Cold in Hell?, the devastating hook coming on like the waft of a pie on a sill following a non-committal build-up of channel surfing bleepbloop and Devo scat-lines, the chorus accompanied by interchange of rattled percussion and electrified guitar rubbings. The bratty exchange of ?Good Government? recalls the Monorchid, and through the intense, full-band pummeling appears as the closest coalescence of players thusfar. ?Cry? continues this evolution as the band continually tightens, brightening notes and inserting a more regular vocal presence to narrate the dance party, bleeding into the most overtly-hostile track, the title-track and closer ?Disrobics?, a final call to bare arms. I know nothing of the band, but given the explicit-enough subtext of the band, I desire the lead at least to embody the gay beast ? and here I picture a queer Zen Guerilla or a seven foot no wave Mukilteo Fairies. I want head-dresses and a sexually-aggressive stage presence. Make it so. Sleeve has two, three-color screen-jobs on fancy paper, with a sharp looking insert printed on gold stock. Black vinyl, limited to 500 moveable units. Get one!" (Animalpsi.com)
"There are too many bands out there futzing around with progressive rock, with ?no wave?/?now wave? tropes, with neon-colored wackiness; bands that aren't putting the music out front; bands that have slid down the slope of being ?off? (a slope which descends into Mike Patton's open mouth). Gay Beast, a guitar/synth/drums trio from Minneapolis, is not one of these bands, yet they play with all those parts in full swing, a real platespinning act of dynamics, abrasion, and genuine melodic innovation. All mistakes are studiously avoided and pratfalls are timed for maximum effect. All comedic qualities of the band are insular and intrinsic. Their attack is vicious and weird, processing their robotic fortunes under sheets of electronic duress, but their balance is impeccable. Bands like Gay Beast used to get me excited, but none have had such a gloriously bent and creative batch of songs to match up with the innovation. If handled correctly, Gay beast should tap into, then later usurp, the whacking off of outfits like Hella or Lightning Bolt or Deerhoof, or at least play in the same league. Very, very exciting stuff here, which hides its hand with masterful skill, and which plays down that which could easily wreck a less-capable band. Vinyl edition of 500 numbered copies in a silkscreened sleeve." (Dusted)
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DNT005 - Gang Wizard "I Remember You From the Party in Long Beach" 7" $4ppd US/Canada $8ppd International
This was supposed to come out awhile back, but who cares, because now it's out. I'm bad at describing music, so here's a description of them: "...an angelic force, delivering a unique thrash-bliss sound to the world. Sparkeling synths and homemade glitter electronics are combined with whirlwind drums, screaming vocals, and aluminum spring guitars. A fantasy of blindness cycling through your lungs." members of foot village, rose for bohdan, and many other bands. Edition of 300 on black vinyl with minimalist cover.
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