Guitar/bass/drums improvisation from the Lambsbread team, cut while waiting for the man. Weird, dark new wave vibe that sounds like basement acid occultists tackling Crimson with three chords, UK bass lines and Jandek guitar stylings. Edition of 45 copies. "Little was some 17 year old Dominican who sold me narcotics and he always took a real long time to show up...."

Okay, so if anything his cover art is getting even uglier (if that was actually fucking possible) but I gotta say, this second vinyl LP from the notorious Zac Davis of Lambsbread may even top his previous Olde English Spelling Bee side in terms of wasted basement oblivion style. Back when Sky Juice were sticking out CD-Rs on Maim & Disfigure the label would pretend that they were actually an undiscovered all-black power trio and this album really has the feel of those early sides, with that Detroit-in-flames/Jungle Rot urban violence style down to a tee. But it’s also shot through with weird song sketches, riffs that go nowhere, totally catchy two minute boogie breakdowns and the kind of confusing organisational logic that is most associated with the early Royal Trux sides. The album is dedicated to Andrew Davis film of the same name. Edition of 375 copies with paste-on sleeves.

First full length vinyl outing for this aggressively nuanced free playing power duo featuring Zach Davis of Lambsbread on electric guitar and Ben Hall of Graveyards on drums. The strategies employed here – totally clean electric guitar with the attack amped all the way up and skittering, knitting needle style snare detonation – marks out the turf covered as being somewhere circa the whole Joseph Holbrooke/Ascension school of pummel and play and there’s a ton of brains to the way these guys skirt even the vaguest of lick-potential with silence, wowing harmonics and cracks of vibrating skin. Edition of 300 copies in screened chipboard sleeves, already completely sold out at source. Recommended.