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NEW DIGI VINYL: CABOLADIES & METAL ROUGE
hey everyone,
alright, better late than never, but time for our second blast of limited-to-100 LPs. pretty goddamn excited:
digiv007: metal rouge "republican trees" $18 US / $21 CAN / $29 INTL
The duo of Helga Fassonaki and Andrew Scott has quietly become a force in the world of darkside improvisation. Over the years, their sound has evolved like amoebas from the ooze, growing and expanding into something otherworldly. Walls of guitar sherds blast through blackened holes in the cosmic continuum searching out another eye to gouge or another heart to pierce. This is metallic bliss pushed to eleven.
Where "Republican Trees" hits it stride is when the lines between beautiful and abrasive get smudged. Scott's guitar playing becomes a torrent of aural hell blowing fuses from here to his native Auckland. Fassonaki takes this in stride and the two push each other back and forth finding a natural rhythm that simultaneously enchants and disturbs. By the time Helga starts wailing on the final track of the album you've been rocked from your foundation, left to flounder alone in the muck. You can't really ask for more than that, can you?
pics & audio: http://www.foxydigitalis.com/digiv007.html
digi009: caboladies "atomic weekender" $18 US / $21 CAN / $29 INTL
It's been a good couple of years for these three burners from Kentucky. After killer releases on the likes of Arbor, Students of Decay, & others they're ready to drop their first pile of wax on an unsuspected public. "Atomic Weekender" is just that - massive, epic, and full of more good times than any one person should have on a two-day bender. But that's alright because these spiralling drones are here to bring you back down from that golden cloud and into a blanket of silvery cotton fields.
It starts off well and good, pushing through the stratosphere and on a straight path to the sun. You're not floating, you're fucking flying at mach five. Hypnotic synth blasts propel you and tear you apart. Caboladies rattle your skull and paint your skin blue. By the time you've reached the ground again, you're lost in a neon haze that stretches out for miles. As the metal leaves crunch in time beneath your feet, the music in your head sounds like it's been submerged beneath 20,000 leagues of sea. All the drugs in the world won't make you feel this fucking good. Caboladies. Megatons.
pics & audio: http://www.foxydigitalis.com/digiv009.html
canadians & international folks - if you want to order both (or multiple copies of one, or whatever!), email me b/c you can save on shipping.
coming up sooooon... social junk CD+tape and black to comm CD. they're here and just need assembling. more tapes, more vinyl, more good fucken times, and i turn 30 in five friggin days. hot damn.
much love,
brad
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