Gay Cum Daddies - Parrots Realm

Even in the face of pret­ty much any­thing that loose col­lec­tive of mu­si­cians gath­ered around the New York la­bel De­co­her­ence Records has done so far, Gay Cum Dad­dies still stuck out as one of its most baf­fling agents of chaos and mis­chief. In a way, their newest LP is al­most what you'd ex­pect of this group at this point, an un­wieldy bas­tard made of aton­al and chaot­ic, no-wave-ish noise that, de­spite all the clut­ter and ca­coph­o­ny, nev­er seems ran­dom. More than ever be­fore, i get a sense of this group be­ing to­tal­ly in con­trol of their craft at all times, their nerve-rack­ing jams nev­er leav­ing a trace of doubt that these dudes do in­deed have a mas­ter plan. A weird, con­vo­lut­ed and dis­joint­ed one for sure, but a plan nonethe­less. Once you've re-wired your brain to al­most make sense of it, it feels like the most trans­gres­sive and shock­ing thing ever when Rib­bon­ing Boul­der Hands Over Da­ta ac­tu­al­ly has a dis­cernible 4/​4 beat play­ing for, like, a whole 30 sec­onds.

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Deck In The Pit - In A Lane

Some weird-ass shit, this archival re­lease con­tain­ing the com­plete record­ings, made in or around 2016, of a short-lived Bris­bane group… and of course it doesn't take a fuck­ing ge­nius to fig­ure out this is yet an­oth­er project re­volv­ing around ec­cen­tric avant-garde gui­tar tor­tur­er Glen Schenau of Kitchen's floor, plus two oth­er dudes who played in Syd­ney 2000 and Piss Pain re­spec­tive­ly. It might be their in­volve­ment ren­der­ing this stuff al­most ap­proach­able for a Schenau-re­lat­ed ar­ti­fact, al­though by ap­proach­able i mean: No more ap­proach­able than, say, ear­ly The Fall or Mem­branes records are ap­proach­able. If that sounds ap­proach­able to you, then this will too!

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