super limited pressing! glaxo babyËa year ohm from his blinding debut albumm vindicatrix exhumes mj and traverses reversing deer thru an alphabet forestËlimitedËthis will not heng around longitudeËbuy before you tryËbm

viels & pyramidal decode on mord.

nice price deal !!! izod days reverberating around the maze. ekoplekz & baron mordant passed the audio baton thru the broadest of bands to share thoughts various on subjects as engaging & negating as cashpoints & nicholas ball … straffed by ezs patched detritus & hosted by bms everyday vernac we bid you a fond bocanet … bm/ez.

leyden jars curdled sound palette is the product of shredding time-lapse ones, twos & in some cases threes out of a hackney penthouse basement...ground flaw...a wall of havana circuitry as a foil to voltage-controlled oyster cards...half-glass isle, half-unknown quantity...the sound of untended vessels spewing o’er in coils of electro-acoustic froth...ibm

radiophonic folk in continual accelerando for geoffrey jones via the stockton & darlington railway composed by station master donald fraser & performed by members of steeleye span…teased from 75 state-of-the-art electronics & pulsing like a possessed mallard…mm buffer a headphone remmix on the dlr & donald fraser ghosts a version into the sidings…ticket pleads…ibm

bedlam isrc – asylum limbo, psychotic sock draw and raving halfway-house ... some truths – man as samovar, staunch somnambulist, man as memory…aural yves klein seas sluiced from a flotilla of ohm-loan bugbrand & electro-harmonix vessels ... a sound accrued by loitering long at skipjack tables & tape duplicating plants ... the joyous melancholy seeping from this lps patched folk o ertones has been a reassuring cloak for me since its porous ones & twos dripped into the mm inbox. an album you can wear whose universal backstory is told deftly via these gilt-edged electronic daubs without sugar-coating – there is none of this soundtrack to a film yet to be made clotting up the ear canals…a basking shark of an album that gently filters the ill from the krill. some truths are bigger than others.

emmplekz return server after *izod days* semi-beguiled local sorting offices. *your crate has changed* takes up that diarised baton & legs it to rymans for future remnants - take a dose of plague-riddled pepys, a demijohn of ekoplekzs masterly live voltage and simmer ... switch to classic ... bm/ez

exhumed 77 ost frond *riddles of the sphinx* magick mike ratledge unfurls coils of arp, moog & vcs-aks via denys lucifer, irvings hacked z-80 sequencer these post-soft machine plumes spiral in stasis to the frame pans and lockdown maddoxs & mulveys dialogue like se17 dunes the concentric riddle of the missing original master tapes ... film reel audio prised from the bfi vaults & transferred straight to zeros & ones by hieroglyphic happenstance…this acrobatic dredge has revealed more than enough mercury to further protract the riddles within. *you ve got my number if you need anything* ... ibm *the films ground-breaking electronic score, by the soft machines mike ratledge, was composed on synthesisers which were developed in collaboration with denys irving (the man behind the mysterious and controversial 1970s band lucifer).

a jungliest note found in saviles bleak holiday hideaway buttressed against the crowdless live threshings of an emmplekz ensemble ohm full tilt in whitechapel late 2012 ... proceeds will pour into gaping, unpaid mouths ... pay and display ... bm
pressing on translucent, white marbled vinyl. comes in clear pvc sleeve with printed insert and red stiffener.

reissue of this 1981 compilation, featuring tod dockstaders outstanding work for film, radio and television.
mm spore the second tod dockstader library album salvo after the first volume took local councils by storm. 1981 is the year in question this time and once again td deploys an arsenal of synths for the aldwych-based boosey & hawkes. a behemoth of the avant garde shows the digital age how to snth-spar with aplomb ...

reissue of this 1979 compilation, featuring tod dockstaders outstanding work for film, radio and television.

nice price deal !!! mengamuk seeps out from a camberwell garret via the sweet sea scum of terrengganu via a faint dusting of eczema via the dlr via distempered brass via engorged staves via broiled nuance via priapic 16ths via gentlemanly conduct via binary quicksand via basingstoke via beyer via a short in the spoken word via herring via industrial climes via salt via a fucking good slap round the chops via korg via taxi highwaymen via viols & vials ... once again vindicatrix smears the air with the heady scent of amok ...

me, myself & ekoplekz present two versions of tod dockstader library production tunes from his 1979/1981 lps for aldwych stalwarts boosey & hawkes … one veers towards saline techno, the other remains a resolute radiophonic bubbler … both of us are well chuffed to have had the chance to tamper with the wiley tape sages great work … bm

2 x music cassette tape, tape 1 = studio (recorded in 2011), tape 2 = live recorded at venues in the uk and europe)

pressed on 180 gram vinyl. skeletal shards of static tropes spew from the pro-one as dead prog drummers join the dots with heroic trills … an infrasound-tinged intervention provides a non-dropsy intermission bass binge … a graf spee of a tune, long-scuttled in the woofers … mmahler.

mordant music present a chronological compendium comprising all the shackleton-related releases, a clutch of previously disabled titles, including the voluble el din (part two) and the recent etched 10inch the hauntological song by mm… this sullied selection bookends a swill of shackleton activity that commenced with his deft inaugural stalker 7 inch right through to the signature bass mor assof the dual mix of vindicatrixs private places with mm…shackleton cut his dubplate teeth at mordant music and subsequently gnashed his way through the low-end arena with skull disco and a myriad swollen live shows… hes also prone to losing the oddpushbike… baron mordant, who occasionally falls from the loft, has come off the bench once in a while to duel with shackletons rattle…tracks like olde wobbly & hummdrumm have pursued a convex path that has attempted to draw ears away from a sometimes suffocating norm…win or lose mm never lose…a bludgeoning fanfare goes out to sam for remaining shackleton oer the years and providing the bones… mordant music would also like to thank skull disco quill zeke clough for spewing up all o er the mmlogo and all the balmy spores who continue to dig deep…apprecii

mordant music disrupt the winter compass with a bookend to the recent albumm & 10inch symptoms by way of a brimming e.p of collaborative cohorts... ohm the a leamington spore sii & his troop of disparate evangelists get remmixed by baron mordant on out of the blues... a staunch umbrella of low roof spa melancholy... mr. maxted & the baron jettison an afternoon of greggs baiting in favour of cranking out the ems/jupiter 8 riser roehampton by day - a hiss & piss lullaby... ohm the aa mordant music find themselves in dire straits with a tribute to the great, very late donald crowhurst?a heroic adventurer on the unforgiving briny? lastly, vindicatrix covers ?sirocco swirlÊ from the symptoms albumm with his inimitable cavernous brogue & ibm scree... elizabethan ruff neck eddies... the variables e.p is a cauterized mm buffet to peruse at your le mesurier...dig in... the cutlery is just o er by the stuffed

mordant music curse the parquet once again with a further 10 inch doppel-lunge from a frothing nesst... >symptoms (version)<, the title track from the forthcoming albumm of the same name, is presented here with baron mordant simply consigned to hubristic crosstalk?this thunder flash cousin of >hummdrumm< ebbs & flows off-handedly as if locked in the ear canals searching for a rhythm to cling to... this is club spillage for twitching beachcombers as swathes of aural detritus rumble gaseously at dawn... horizontal rave... >i m not your mate, mate< is not giving you a fag, an ear to bend like comaneci or a lift home in the boot... the sentiment has been swollen tenfold & its life sucked out vacuum squared o er the decades... be told, mate...

from its original inception the tower project has lived somewhat of a black metal lie insomuch that the music had been produced by two questing liverpool & derby fans who peddled secondhand vinyl at the music & video exchanges in cut-price tk maxx trainers...the cover image was not some dank bavarian castle but a former water tower in stoke newington now used for poncing & climbing - hardly the stuff of a blazing fantoft ...

mordant music spore the shellac once again on 10inch vinyl with staunch cohort sam shackleton... this will be the third missile from the nesst involving ol bones himself with a further one already teed up...el din (part one) on the a side unfurls in classic shackleton fashion deploying his compulsive percussive lure followed by the eventual spilling over of bass and swirling atmospheres for which he is renowned...it throws a blanket over your your head from behind and spins you off into the dunes...over on the b side mordant music continue to chart the uneasy rave wake of hummdrumm with the descending sequencer labyrinth of olde wobbly. this claustrophobic ode to stifled corners in densely packed clubs is filled with strange tunings and forlorn fanfares...one for the wrong moment - stay perched for the next instalment!