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Live At St. Helens Technical College '81

    "I’ve had the pleasure of being a Fall fan since I was a teen.

    I was lucky enough to have some guidance from my local record shop stoner-lords.

    They turned me on to many of my heroes, but once I heard my first slanted and barky Fall song, I was part of the army for life.

    The word prolific gets tossed around a lot.

    It almost seems like a slag-off in the press, as if they wish the artist would produce less so they wouldn’t have to do their self imposed job of judging releases for the rabble.

    The Fall is subjected to this lazy word often.

    Yet I can honestly say that I am SO thankful for any nugget of Fall that lands at my feet and in my brain.

    Live Fall performances are always a pleasure because they seem to take what already made the Fall great and push it even a bit more into the rough and bloody uncharted wasteland that is drug scorched proto-punk and heady political poetry.

    So, it is with great pleasure that we introduce this Fall bootleg soundboard recording to you.

    Recorded during one of the many strong points in the bands vast and mighty history.

    They really burn bright here and bring every ounce of what you expect from this formidable force.

    We have reached out to every surviving member of the band, the sound person, the bootlegger who recorded it and the photographer and received their blessings & help piecing it all together.

    Castle Face will be donating 50% of our profits to Centrepoint which helps the homeless in the Manchester area get back on their feet, so the local and deserving Fall fans get a little, and give a little back, too.

    Nothing but the hits here folks and as raw as you dig it.

    This one really is exceptional in terms of live sound for The Fall.

    All the stars were aligned over St. Helens that eve.

    And it wouldn’t be complete with a bit of Fall fan saltiness so, fuck you too, Jason.” - John Dwyer


    Ltd LP Info: 12” and a 7” in a gatefold jacket, including a digital download.

    M. Caye Castagnetto

    Leap Second

      Influenced by a life split between Lima, London, and Twentynine Palms, Peru-born M. Caye Castagnetto’s Leap Second is an intriguingly personal and hard to classify debut album. The album is a thick collage of samples Caye recorded with different artists and musicians, including Beatrice Dillon and the late Aileen Bryant, that spans five years in the making. There is something in Leap Second that tracks the speed of bodies, how they approach and retreat. The ten tracks are speedy and languid, thick ruffles, and dirges. In parts it feels like one’s stumbled upon a forgotten incredible ’70s folk record but that feeling gets broken quickly by clever sleights of hand. Caye’s balladry is angular, time is elastic. Each song is a fresh cape. How dandies really mean it, so masc- that it’s fay, how the only moment is this one and it’s just passed, etcetera.

      “While it doesn’t really sound like anything else, there are moments that feel like a Latin-flavored Nico, that’s edging its way towards some of the outings of the Sun City Girls. In my opinion it checks all the boxes, by checking none of them.” —Bjorn Copeland, Black Dice. 

      “A truly interesting conglomeration of loose inspirations and conjurings. A hard to decipher sound all together which makes it worth every moment...a sprinkling of Catherine Ribeiro, Dr. John, Terje Rypdal and Nico. Far-out sun-soaked odysseys and moon-dappled woodland night creepers...” —John Dwyer.

      The newly shorn Oh Sees waste no time in racing headlong into nightmarish battle with the mighty Orc, and wouldn’t ya know it, they’ve clawed even farther up the ghastly peak last year’s A Weird Exits stormed so satisfyingly. The band is in tour-greased, anvil on a balance beam, gut-pleasingly heavy form, nimbly braining with equal dashes of abandon and menace on this fresh batch of bruisers and brooders, hypnotically stirred into to the cauldron of chaos you’ve come to expect from, ahem, Oh Sees. Fresh blood Paul Quattrone joins Dan Rincon to form a phalanx of interlocking double drums, alternately propelling and fleet footing shifting ground to pinion Dwyer’s cliff-face guitars to the boogie. Tim Hellman keeps it swinging like a battle-axe to the eyebrows. The tunes veer towards the violence of their live shows, with a few tasty swerves into other lanes… heavy to lush, groovy to stately… throughout it remains sinister in its swaggering skulk, manic in its fuzz-fried fugues… they hit all the sweet spots the heads foggily remember, and there’s plenty to sweat over if you just hopped into the sauna. Ew. More evil…more complex… more narcotic… more screech…. more blare…. more whisper… there’s even more Brigid. Less “Thee”, but more of everything else.


      2xColoured LP 2 Info: Transparant yellow vinyl repress.
      V. limited.


      Panther Rotate

        Companion / remix album of art rock renegades’ latest, Protean Threat.

        “In the swirling and undulant warm mud of jettisoned reels of magnetic tape, blurps up the fog of reinvention. Every night I would parley with my pilots and run and rerun the recordings. Right up until the moment sleep slips its veil over eyes and ears and you drift back without a sound. Protean Threat dream haze becomes Panther Rotate in the other dimension. A companion LP of remixes, field recordings, and sonic experiments using all sounds generated by the him and crackle of the desert farm. “A second version of our Protean Threat if you will, but barely conspicuous in its relation. Forward, never straight! Sunrise, sunset. Two lives connected by a cosmic thread, One for your feet and one for your head. For fans of Thee Oh Sees, Oh Sees, OCS, The Oh Sees, Osees...etc etc etcetcetc…be well.” - John Dwyer.


        Coloured LP Info: UK vinyl exclusive colour version neon translucent green / highlighter yellow. 1000 copies, indie stores only.

        Population II

        A La O Terre

          Introducing Population II

          Blazing through the stratosphere
          Boiling up from beneath the sea
          Hanging in the air like smoke
          These elemental tunes drift and fluctuate, at one with the air, over extreme heat
          Population II has beamed out of Quebec with a mind melting debut of hard psych freckled with punk sentiment
          Both old school and timeless
          These young humans rip
          They are impressive in their live actions and this album captures this raw energy on wax
          Produced by Manu from the great band Chocolat
          A very high bar has been set, indeed.
          Fluid, tough, and over-saturated this album is bound to please fans of the label and new-comers alike reminiscent of Amon Duul, early Pink Floyd, Kollektiv, Laurence Vanay, Les Olivensteins, early Kraftwerk, even a touch of the Kinks.

          Brigid Dawson & The Mothers Network

          Ballet Of Apes

            Tip-top of our osmosis list is the first quiver of tunes from Brigid Dawson and her newly minted Mothers Network: wise warnings dyed in dark hues, knotted and hard-won torch songs from the edge of a turbulent sea, bittersweet balladry spun in defense against evils familiar and unknown. Lovely though it may seem from a distance, the striation of loss quicksilvered throughout provides weighty balance to her contralto lilt. Those familiar with her harmonic counterpoint from her time in Thee Oh Sees or in OCS know she can belt as well as lullaby but there’s a fresh and smolderingly heavy swing in her step on display here that we mightily dig.

            “Ballet of Apes” tapestries together sessions that read like a who’s who from outside our own castle walls - in Australia with Mikey Young (Total Control/Eddy Current Suppression Ring), in San Francisco with Mike Donovan (ex Sic Alps), Shayde Sartin (ex Fresh & Onlys/lifetime ringer) and Mike Shoun (ex Oh Sees/Peacers), and in Brooklyn with instrumental heavy-weights Sunwatchers - and the results are spellbinding. At the focal point of this maelstrom, our lady, as if illumed by candlelight, intones, pleads, consoles - white magic perhaps but it carries with it the anodized tang of blood. 


            Dinked Edition LP Info: • Exclusive Magenta Coloured Vinyl.
            • Exclusive Folded 12 X 24” Poster (Folded / With LP).
            • Signed Inner Sleeve.
            • Numbered Sleeve.
            • 500 Only.

            Coloured LP Info: Electric blue coloured vinyl.

            Eddy Current Suppression Ring

            All In Good Time

              It is impossible to deny no one sounds like Eddy Current. I was hooked from riff one and I was lucky enough to do a full tour of Australia with them years ago—good fucking boys, simple as beer and chips, and that satisfying live. But that’s not to say there aren’t odd complexities to their definitive sound. “You can smell Mikey Young’s guitar approach like Sasquatch rustling the bushes, every time you think you see the bend ahead, you go into a tunnel or backtrack for a moment, then back to a nice place you can call home. Rob [Solid]’s bass is pub-fuzz groove. It’s shellson- the-floor and leaning-against-the wall-with-one-hand-while-youhave- a-piss thinking: maybe you can take that guy? Only one way to find out— oh wait, he’s smiling…nice bloke! Danny [Young]’s drums are a clinic in reservedness: 4-on-the-floor. This guy’s Charlie Watts in the looking glass, every hit a necessity—solid, not flashy, like the lead street tough in a ‘70s flick. He don’t say much, but it counts. And then there is Brendan [Huntley], be-gloved lead mensch in this quartet. Singing with earnest street poet confidence, his message coming in on the weird-wire, hard to describe, best to just listen and see: a pubpunk- priest. “We are very pleased to have these boys back on the streets. It had been far too long.” - John Dwyer.

              STAFF COMMENTS

              says: Castle Face definitely have a sound, and this newest one from Eddy Current Suppression Ring fits right in, seamlessly. Grooving guitars, frantic freak-outs and snarling vocal madness all embellish a satisfying and groove-led odyssey. Ace stuff.

              Hey there, human kids,
              Lift your face out of the feed trough and pluck that feculence from your ears. Hark! A sonar blip from beneath the pile of bodies. Boop, blip ughhh….
              People churning like a boiling swamp. Man, this din is nauseating.
              The screen flickers for the first time this year with a transmission from two months in the future:
              “the internet has deemed guitar music dead and you are free to do whatever the fuck you like ….long live the new flesh!”

              This album is Soundcloud hip-hop reversed, a far flung nemesis of contemporary country and flaccid algorithmic pop-barf.
              No songs about money or love are floating in the ether.
              Just memories, echoes, foggy blurs
              Blip-blop goes the scope
              Heavy funk
              Dystopia-punk canons
              Lonnnnng jams
              Bloated solos dribbling down your caved-in chest.
              Human cattle like a beef avalanche, right on your burned out face hole.
              Spider legs fuzz crawling in your brain.
              Lots of curse words for your mom.
              You’ve gotten the over-population blues, so let’s have some art for art’s sake.
              What else are you gonna do?
              Stare at the sky? Please…
              50 carbon copies of you look back at you as you walk the streets.
              Take a breath, you’re going to need it.
              Take drugs, you’re going to need those just to stand in line at the air and water reclamation center soon enough.
              There’s no fruit, buddy.
              You’re at the bleak-peak.
              They will squeeze you till you’re all squeezed out.

              For fans of fried prog burn out, squished old-school drool, double drums, lead weight bass, wizard keys (now with poison), old-ass guitar and horrible words with daft meanings.
              If you don’t like it then don’t listen, bub.
              Back to the comments section with you!
              Over and out

              - John Dwyer.

              STAFF COMMENTS

              says: Obviously the Oh Sees had to release another album on the same week as their top competitors in the 'Who Can Write The Most Albums' game (it's a good one), and much like KG&tLW, they've smashed it once again. It's no surprise that Dwyer has formed a brilliantly heavy but perfectly nuanced mix of production perfection and instrumental devastation. Everything you'd imagine, and some stuff you probably wouldn't. Ace.


              2xColoured LP Info: Limited edition indies only version.
              One LP translucent Red vinyl and one LP translucent Orange.

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