“Maths Balance Volumes, Dog Lady, Infecto, Olson/Rammer, Oil of Beauty one-sided LP / WHOA!! New Heavy Unitz Alert! Second installment of this new series of young bloodz, boiling to destroy! NEW NEW!!This wax is a hyper stoker. Complete "story for your ears" comp style with lurking flow holding all the sounds together. Here's some audio clay to mold your own twisted soundtrack: In order: Track One: MATHS BALANCE VOLUMES = Super weirdo personal mumble-piano strum-slow clanging empty space piece. If you aint partied with these two MN/OH transplants mega maniac's, then jump on board. Surreal central kick off, amazing ???? Tape collage from the only mugs that can pull off just playing tapes and staring at each other live. If your imagination is a big grimace of a pumpkin, this unit gives much of a convexed unusual surface to carve upon. Track Two: OIL OF BEAUTY = New electronic mangle from this (and Beauty Liquid) consumable face lotion that is as pungent as it is flammable. Gross stuff to coat your face with! Doesn't do anything but leave a film of gritty film all over yr. grill, figures: cheapest = on sale its: 94 cents. Nasty! Tapes soon on Chondritic Sound. Sharp short track of greasy face electronic coverings in smatter stylee. Track Three: RAMMER/ OLSON = Bryan "Rammer" Ramirez (Ex Cocaine, Poor School, Universal Indians, Killer Tree, Plants) and Zone One (Boiling Seas, Man Who Ate Himself, Sad Policeman) reconnect in a Missoula basement bar for a Reed/Guitar workout recorded live on the last WE/Black Dice tour over the summer. Super weirdo sheen of fuzz and squash. We had a super killer BBQ at the Rammer HQ with the family before das gig complete with Frisbee golf and uber strong ale. Like the Breckman Duo w/o the anger guerrilla high school mask attack. Ruling. Track Four: DOG LADY= Dude, COLLINO! The newest mover and shaker/skater from the mitten and completely on fire. This track, RULES. Song-ish violin and tape scrape warbling in and outta tune clouded in a mist that'll lure you in and grow under your skin like a shadow of a skin-cell hunter at midnight, early during the workweek w/o a lunch break. The only jammer I know that has a "Legit" secretary. Chances of this player playin your town this weekend: GOOD. Chances of it ruling: BETTER. A pro note taker and a pro note RIPPER. Slime Ball Violin Au Go Go!!! Boosh!! Track Five: INFECTO = Bookending the crew is this new mysterious tape unit. Mysterious unless you were walking behind me and princess on  Howard St. when the Tovinator thought she was getting the cold I just got rid of and called me INFECTO for a day. So, a mug booked some hrs in INZANE STUDIOS and gave birth to this track. Blackwards tape treble magnetic tomfoolery, infecting style. Good thing she didn't call me SLOBBER MAN for a day. So theres the lineup. Wicked weird flow, all dark moody non-rockers, surely to set your idea pot a' boiling strong. An audio report from front n center on the crazy camp, Midwest style. Edition of 100 in handmade sleeves, numbered.” – John Olson. 

Compilation featuring unreleased tracks from Connelly & The Machines, Body Morph, Hive Mind, Dog Lady and Drainolith: “So the other day, me and my lab buddy supreme Scott were knee f'in deep in trying to find out if a huge craggly motor was delta or wye three phase connected, and needless to say, was NOT having luck. It was a one of them RAW bologna built motors that has wire numbers, but its pointless cause its all on its own weirdo system. Whatever. So as usual, we shot the shit.
"What’s up this weekend man?"
"Not much, got a killer afternoon gig at the spot on Sunday...."
"What’s a gig?"
"Ah.... I’m having some of my weirdo friends over to make ah.... music...."
"You make music?"
"Sure"
"Would you ever play a 'gig' for the troops?"
"We should get black to that motor...I think I know the lead wires now..."
"Well, I can’t come over, I gotta fix my tires on my hunting jeep, but you know what would rule Olson?"
"What’s that?"
"If you would press that jammer on wax, mix all the tracks together into one inzane mess and sent it to Smith out west to press...."
"Man, you might be on to something"
"Make it one long one-sider with a lock groove, I mean shit...that’s how I remember gigs anyway.... and just use a flyer for the cover!!!"
"My man!!!"
So I took Scott's advice. Took the killer matinee jam, got out the scalpel, mixed everything together seamless inzane style, book ended it with an EVIL Hive Mind loop and boosh!!!! Pressed gig memory!!!! So it's just like a gig, except you don’t have KNOX MITCHELL's dad dropping you off or Collino spilling brews everywhere or your secret recipe INZANE CHILLI remains burning up in the bottoms of an empty crock pot. Oddly, not a peep of crew-audience noise to be found. Dog Lady played acoustic string scrape, Dan Body jammed reed universe from the uneven side (and then BLASTED Disclose and Firmeza 10 in the jamm room), Drainolith is my main man Alex K from Montreal and kept it uber real with amazing synth scramble, live from yep, THE BASEMENT. Greh said he did a cover of THE SHINING but I’ve never seen that mini-series. Dead Machines and Connelly jammed magical pixie flutes, infected metal scrape and vocals from an eerie afternoon lagoon. Like an endless gig, ...you gotta SIT THRU THE WHOLE THING...in one inzane memory blurr surpreme.... Record ends with an EVIL Hive Mind lock groover, endless...party. ... forever.... Was a blast, more of this style to come. And BYOB!!! There are three party stores right in the hood, duh!!! 2pm SHARP!!!> Edition of 100 in handmade recycled sleeves, numbered.” – John Olson.

“My good friend Ian Murphy once told me that if I wanted to rid myself of the terrible headache brought on by 'Glo-Fi Beach Boy Bellends' I needed to ingest more 'necro-acoustics', and at the time I am ashamed to say i just wrote it off as more wine fueled Guilford jaw grind, but low and behold, after spinning the new Dog Lady smut for two days straight, if i aint fucking cured of them fucking new age blues, yessir!! This disk travels some, his violin playing goes from desolate and unsettling too rabid and vacillating. All beefed out with bouts of grotified tape and electronic wheeze and pulse. All in all Dog Lady conjure up the kind of shit that reminds us our ancestors were just a bunch of hungry, sponge larvae, so swing that from your family tree, headscratcher.” – Dylan Nyoukis. 

New work from Mike ‘Vinny’ Collino aka Dog Lady, with mutant tape spools cut-up with what sounds like a violin stuffed full of bees and played with a hand-held fan. There’s a vaguely paranoiac/surveillance/3am atmosphere to the recording that gives it a weird verite aspect and the feedback is particularly brutalist, moving from screaming drones to creamy convoluted tone threat to the sound of dead air populated by the voices of ghosts.