Random alien noises drift in and out, distracting you from the hellish static brewing. Melodies begin to creep out of the murk, still covered in filth, trying desperately to escape, forever being pulled back down. Guitars lament for their fallen brothers, and the battle begins. Standard edition consists of 180 gram black vinyl, silk screened 12" x 24" insert, pro-printed covers and OBI.

Mp3s: Live in the Pit from bonus CD - Sleeping Corpse II Cold Forecasting

Following up a killer cdr on Pseudo Arcana, the French duo of Pierre Faure and Thierry Monnier return with over 40 minutes of expertly crafted, drifting guitar feedback. Ranging from Sunroof!-esque shimmering skree to glacial amplifier buzz.

Argentina's answer to Can vs. Australia's answer to drugs. Don't mind the weird names, when you are onto some next level shit like these guys, names don't really carry much weight. Paste on covers, pro-dubbed/imprinted tapes, vellum obi.

Meditative tunnels of synthesized ash aimed from the heavens. _______________ _____________ ___________ _______________________ __________ __________ _________ _______ __________ _____________ __________ __________ _________

It's hard to believe that there is only one man behind Tunnels. When I first heard these recordings I thought that Nicholas, as a joke, had sent me some super rare desert psych-folk record he found. Maybe he did? I imagine him walking around one lazy afternoon, getting some coffee, and tripping over a box of moldy records someone tossed in the gutter. He looks through and finds this one stuck to the back of some mid-80s Fleetwood Mac record. The cover is a pasted on, hand drawn picture of a naked lady throwing up rainbows and laying in a field of exploding mushrooms. The band name is lost forever, half stuck to the back of the FM record. He goes home and spends the rest of the afternoon carefully scrapping off the black mold. Finally he gets enough of it off to actually play the record, and transfers it to tape, so as not to further damage his record player. The tape makes its way to his car and gets lost under his seat. Months later, he rediscovers the tape, only now it's covered in Dr. Pepper and melted Jolly Ranchers. Nick tranfers it to cdr and sends it over to me with the name In Between Dreams on it, which seems very fitting in this context. Pro-dubbed and imprinted cassettes. Three panel, double sided j-card with artwork by Morgan Alexandra Ritter.

Fragmented songs emerge from layers of delayed guitar, keys, and everything else these guys could get a hold of. _______________ _____________ ___________ _______________________ __________ __________ _________ _______ __________ _____________ __________ __________ _________

Been sitting on this for way too long, and REALLY excited to finally have it out. Well worth the wait. With releases on just about every label around, I am sure you know the deal. Nostalgic guitar / vocal work outs of the highest caliber. Paste on covers, pro-dubbed/imprinted tapes, vellum obi.

Lost melodies now remembered and given new life. _______________ _____________ ___________ _______________________ __________ __________ _________ _______ __________ _____________ __________ __________ _________

Available 11/15/09 _______________ _____________ ___________ _______________________ __________ __________ _________ _______ __________ _____________ __________ __________ _________

Blistering circus whirl and warble. Reminiscent of wandering around a casino in the early morning. Slot machine melodies pan in and out of focus, all memories of the outside world fade, and everything around you is covered in a smokey haze.