Apparently unknown and still-unidentified cassette of primitive homemade hip-hop from Cleveland’s Sheriff Jake Fields, with raps based around street life in Cleveland – “Fans eating dog biscuits in forty below weather with no shirts on” – over fucked-up psychedelic mixes by mysterious musicians such as DJ White Lightning. Should appeal to fans of Fag Tapes and real people sides as much as anyone who digs folk art, raw hip-hop, or just un-cut Americana: “after being given his demo CD by a friend some years back, I began my search for him by asking local rappers, promoters and googling the hell out of every name he drops on the EP. Nonetheless, after all this time I felt like the word needed to be spread about this guy. You gotta hear it to believe it.” – PN.

Dense, primordial mud-drones and clammy earth-synth from this unit that features Clay Ruby and various members of the Davenport cultus. “Sounds like the tropics meet Wisconsin ” – PN.

"It's hard to ever take Ryan aka Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman too seriously. In fact, he calls Wolfenstein 3d his "new age" album. It's not all that new agey but it's definitely new territory. He brings a stellar focus to his usual barrage of bizarre electronics and droning that will make you sea sick and in awe of his mixing mastery. Full Color art + comes with 3D GLASSES!" - PN.

All-new limited volume of forlorn, laminal string drone and phantom landscape construction from this close associate of Emeralds et al. Already sold out at source.

Solo six-string abuse from Chris Riggs, the guitar slinger who usurped Zac Davis' seat in Ben Hall's Traum/Trauma set-up. This is some of the most extreme, extended work from Riggs yet, with growling, mechanical retorts that sound like steel strings being fed-though conveyor belts of metal teeth and elastic band soundings. Hard to believe the sound source is all-guitar, pretty remarkable.

New limited cassette on this excellent tape label from Ohio-resident Wyatt Howland aka Skin Graft. Lonesome scuzz/noise chopped into repeating circuits of looped harsh feedback and blooping hypno-tones ala Harmonia.

New limited cassette from these Brooklyn-based electronic occultists, with submerged tones and clanking silence illuminated by sudden waves of synth and barely-there, wraithlike structures.

New sax/guitar drone extremity from this San Francisco duo that collide a non-stop gush of metal feedback and wailing single notes headfirst into saxophone hallelujahs and slow-motion Borbetomagus vibes.