Pinhead in Fantasia
Esoteric synths and classical harmonies from The Skaters mastermind. Pinheads in Fantasia is probably Spencer Clark's most out-there endeavor. At some point his records became more than just trippy music with crazy artwork and his use of symbols and poetry started to take a more central part in the releases. He even stopped calling them albums, preferring the term soundvisions instead. Fourth World Magazine Vol. II is the culmination of these tendencies, sounding like the creation myth for …
Trax Test
Trax Test’ is the first ever survey of Italy’s pioneering, visionary and influential label and mail art collective Trax, which ran from 1981 - 1987 as a network for the creation of collaborative projects. The collective included a pre-NWW Colin Potter and some of the earliest work from Masami Akita aka Merzbow, but also had deep connections with the art world; a few trax members went on to become famous designers and artists - Ettore Sottsass of hugely influential Memphis Group even guests on vo…
After Guernica
Once again the “boxes from Reykjavik” have started arriving on Thursday mornings like clockwork; let’s start up again not with an outright explosion of lost Tape-Psych damage - to give us all time to recover - but with a rather remarkable set of subtle, Lo-Fi Electronic compositions composed throughout the 60s & originally released in the early 70s on the private-press “Golden Crest Records, Inc.” label. Of the past Creel Pones, this one has the most in common with the George Engler “Inside of…
The Inside of the Outside, or The Outside of the Inside
"Who Are They? Where Do They Come From? Why are They Here?" After a short beauty res(e)t, Creel Pone returns borne anew with this pristine nugget, a reproduction of this 1965 Serenus-label lp by one George Engler - with one piece credited to “Heinz Karl Gruber” attributed to “The Inside of the Outside /or The Outside of the Inside." One can glean all sorts of hypochondroid vibes from the title & liners alone, even before the music itself hits your ears - a fine mist of space-age paranoic Lo-Fi …