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with a name like meditations, you'd probably assume something with a spritual bend would be coming up the tubes. but no worries - these sprawlers are looking to take you deep down into the muddy depths. this trio absolutely kills it on "precipice." blown-out, brooding synths pummel your senses left and right while vocals from hell taunt you into taking the fall. this is one dark fucking ride, a cut-up masterful mess. specks of light try to escape in the form of distant, bright melodies but they're quickly destroyed by the impending hellacious mess. awesome. edition of 65, pro-dubbed purple monsters.
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once again i struggle to yammer on about my own projects, so i'll keep this short and sweet and let the sound samples speak for themselves. story is, even as the north sea shifted focus, i was still writing songs here & there on the old guitar. but in those manifestations, they weren't doing much for me. what to do? rework the songs for synthesizer, listen to a lot of bauhaus and suicide, and see what happens. so there you go. SPACE DIVE. edition of 100, pro-dubbed high-bias blue moons.
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oh this little gem of mine, spit & shine spit & shine. young boys and fm.face are two newborn projects hailing from opposite coasts, but when they join forces on this tape it's to melt your face off. young boys kick it on first with thick reverb post-punk spirit and stonewalled vocals belting it out, these five songs are covered in new york slime. these songs are bleak but laced with something sweet that keeps you coming back for more and more.
fm.face is like the rascally younger brother who is out to show how he can really fuck shit up in a royally awesome way. these songs are punked-out wastelands. angular guitar lines repeat to infinity on top of overblown drum machines while fm.face just absolutely fucking belts it out. look out below. edition of 100, half on black, half on white, pro-dubbed pounds.
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it's pretty common knowledge that here at digitalis hq we love (FUCKING LOVE) collaborations, postal and otherwise. so when the black eagle child himself approached me with the idea of this release, jaws dropped and praises were sung. once the master showed up, every expectation and preconception was put to pasture and blown to outerspace. what an absolute beast.
black eagle child weaves a devastating web of guitar exploration here, opening the proceedings with simple chord progressions that long for death. tim goodwillie brings it up a notch with equally biting organ drones. the combination is stunning x10. you will ache. and you will love it. and when it folds in on itself and becomes a summer jamboree mixed with keyboard fuzz and hypnobeats, the sweetness reaches new heights. scorched earth guitar workouts find their way into the mix and find themselves engulfed in a psychedelic swash of tribal debris. just fucking wow. incredible art by tim goodwillie. edition of 80, pro-dubbed napalm tapes.
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this semi-recent discovery has quickly manifested itself as one of my total faves. pink priest hails from northeast arkansas and is further proof that there's tons of amazing, amazing shit happening in the furthest reaches of the u.s. "cat tails // at the mouth of swollen summer" is the perfect soundtracked for the soul-melting heat that's currently crushing tulsa. pink priest finds simple, exquisite melodies and plucks them out of the air only to drown them under 20,000 leagues of sea water.
keyboards are bent and mangled into unrecognizable swells; tones pitch forward looking like they're ready to take the ultimate swan dive. this music is dense, but more like a wall of helium than a mass of steel. minimal percussive bursts pop up at times adding a mechanical resonance to the proceedings. when pink priest adds in sepulchral vocal incantations it's like aa perfect drug. all the while, though, these synthetic, keyed drones light a new path through the ozark skies. total diamond style. edition of 75, pro-dubbed ivory beasts.
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the rise (or fall) of charlatan continues on an upward arc of synth excess. tonal bliss, minimal shifts, arpeggios to the sky. oklahoma confined. incredible art by hoy-joy. edition of 70, pro-dubbed aqua dreams.
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man, finland... it never stops does it? it really never does. just when you think the terrain has been scoured and every last pore drained til the last drop, something new comes along with such star-searching bombast that you get knocked square on your ass all over again. ester poland are the latest in a long line of impeccable sound sculptors out of finland, but this screeching duo are riding their own astral baby well into the new millenium.
guitar freakouts worm there way into cavernous squalls, stretching from here to forever. even when they pull things back and break out the acoustic strum, there's so much cacaphony happening under the surface that you'll never escape the chaos. these blasts are psychedelic as fuck and will strip you down to the absolute core. finland wins again. edition of 60, pro-dubbed green-foil foliage.
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this one has been a long-time coming and only i am to blame for the slowness in which it has FINALLY appeared. but patience is a virtue and all that biz, so just be happy its here now because SF-drone king john davis has crafted an absolute doozy.
"vines go roaming" features two immense, side-long pieces. davis takes simple ingredients and puts them through god only knows only to have something beautiful and stunning float out the other side. side a features guitar, field recordings and electronics where side b is simply accordian and electronics. it's stripped bare before b he makes it whole again. the subtle shifts in tone radiate through the air expanding toward the heavens on a cloud of molasses. this is epic music. edition of 90, pro-dubbed and houses in hand-stamped 'pillow boxes.'
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this is a first for digitalis & friends... this baby is produced from a painted score. yep, painted scores. how fucking cool is that? well, based on the results from this trio of californians: christian kiefer, timothy rowan, & erik werner - it's pretty damn cool. here's a little background... generals & such, this is what they do. they play painted/graphic scores. this one is produced by werner (don't know if they all are) and this one is a 15 ft painting based on the first eight chapters of don quixote. i feel like i don't need to say anything else because that is simply incredible.
but i won't taunt you... what do you get with a 15 ft painted score? scattershot percussion anchoring acoustic & electric guitars making skronks and waves. werner's acoustic playing at times reminds me of akiyama. rowan offsets this frenetic playing with calm and cool reverb-drenched spirals. it's an awesome contrast. the music progresses and unfolds slowly. kiefer's drumming guides the trio through the valleys and deserts, avoiding pitfalls unless necessary. the whole thing just feels monumental. tape is 73 minutes long, but each side is exactly the same. so it's basically a 1-sided c38, but i hate tapes with a blank side. pro-dubbed to boot. edition of 65.
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what a swamp this sucker is. throw the body over the side and get the fuck back to shore because there's some serious action about to go down after dusk. early tunnels is the ohio duo of jon lorenz (wasteland jazz unit, etc) and pete fosco (pete fosco, etc) bringing down the blitzkrieg through a mess of electric fences and barbed wire. "aerieal caves" is a gnarly excursion through minefield guitar syndrome, waltzing electronics, and firebrand horns that are guaranteed to peel paint and manufacture all kinds of dissonance with the neighbors. lorenz & fosco don't fuck around. they concoct a steaming cocktail that sounds so foreign you'd swear everything they were playing was from another planet. total kong. edition of 70, pro-dubbed and scrubbed.
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following up his recent burner on excitebike, dream safari is back in the haze clawing his way to the summit. these miniature trips are lost inside a maze of urban caves with nothing but a burned-out lantern. cyclical vocal drones that rise and fall like an ancient sea creature escaping from a blackened abyss. these are the sounds of dying ghosts. drenched in reverb and delay, there's only one way out and that's straight done. dark & hypnotic, you know the rest. editon of 65, pro-dubbed in the light.
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from the washed-out minds of housecraft head honcho jefry astin and his floridian partner-in-crime evan galbicka comes a late farewell to the tropics before treks to the mountainous north. cyquoia have much in common with their housecraft brethren like tricorn & queue and xiphiidae, yet this duo has it's own trail to the flourescent pink sea mapped out in gold.
these blissful drones feel as though they're being drowned in a summer storm. astin & galbicka barely keep their heads above water, but with every breath drawn they churn out an endless flow of synthetic guitar waves. the sound just rolls over you in waves. who needs gold at the end of a rainbow anyway? edition of 80, pro-dubbed on lilac tapes, gold labels.
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i'm keeping this one simple. it's huge. absolutely fucking huge. thirty minute drones that span the colossal oklahoma skies. hanging thief is barn owl + altar eagle. recorded live in green country when barn owl trekked through on their way back home. two guitars, synthesizer, electronics, & vocals light the night. so many good times were had. edition of 150, pro-dubbed & imprinted on high-bias tapes.
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let the insanity begin! these beasts from toronto follow-up their mind-melting LP from last year, "post-mortem depression," with absolute avalanche of hell. jagged guitar swirls get the beat down from a pommel horse of drum bombs. screams escape from the abyss only to be sucked back under by crawling basslines. and then the guitars come at you again and again and again. there's no avoiding this minefield - you're gonna lose a leg.
this is clusterfuck city folks and disguises are your tour guides. these jagged excursions will cut your face open and make you want to apologize for bleeding all over the brand new carpet. edition of 80, pro-dubbed with broken golden fairy art and smeared labels.
a second subscription series is also coming together quickly. it will be a series of live tapes from peeesseye (six tapes in total) from the past few years featuring guests such as shawn e. hansen & stephen o'malley. 75 subscriptions will be available, tapes pro-dubbed,
we're accepting demos now. send tapes or cd-rs to the po box below. DO NOT email me mp3s!! i will just delete them and be annoyed at you for clogging up my inbox.
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