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ETE001: BLUEBIRD - AD FOR A GUN
The veiled squadron known as Bluebird surface like specters through resonant echoes.
Within the liminal soundscape of "Ad For A Gun", shadows dance in harmony with fragmented memories, beckoning listeners into the penumbra.
Obscure, yet full of profound intentionality, "Ad For A Gun" is akin to a cryptic manuscript from a bygone era when the austere allure of the military-industrial complex cast a hypnotic spell of irredentism on children's dreams, breathing calculated whispers and fragmented, schizophrenic melodies, an industrial infrastructure producing both nostalgia and terror.
Like the flickering reel of a dated documentary, each segment shimmers with corroded significance, muttered poetry relating Bluebird's surreal mission through a landscape of romanticized violence, where the Machiavellian and the millenarian coincide.
Handmade c60 with flesh colored saxon onion skin insert. Artwork by Cost and Left SR. Limited edition of 50 copies.
ETE002: THE UTOPIANS - AFTER THE FUTURE
With 'After The Future', The Utopians offer up the sound of transmissions from a possible future into our own time- abstract shards of organ and piercing keyboard melodies, broken loops, enigmatic political orations and religious ceremonies and the sounds of desperate combat, together forming the abandoned future ruins of music, crumbling and full of baffling interference, just on the edge of legibility, like a message in a dream.
'After The Future' presents endless depths into which the listener can sink, into the futility of failed revolutions and the despair of fallen Messiahs, garbled warning messages sent to us from the people of a distant age, where the agonies of our own struggles are forgotten in the immensities of history.
Handmade c44 with flesh colored saxon onion skin insert. Artwork by Left SR. Limited edition of 50 copies.
ETE003: NIT - CLOTHESHANGER
Through blizzard winds of gritting gray noise, NIT's latest document plows through desiccated bones of sound like a bulldozer, blowing out exhaust fumes of rattling oscillation.
Growling, pulsing veins of distortion shake, slither, and vibrate under a blanket of seething ashes, crumbling like burnt garbage, strangling the magnetic tape like creeping weeds.
Sleazy, desperate moans and commanding barks of disapproval spew from the morass of humiliation, pouring into a hollow vacuum of uneasy, rickety synth.
Like a drunken tirade upon its captive audience, "Clothes Hanger" delivers head-rattling blows to the ears, lysergically drowning the real world in a fuzz of paranoia.
Handmade c22 with flesh colored saxon onion skin insert. Artwork by Cost and Will Vangorder. Limited edition of 50 copies.
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