transplanted from omaha to korea via minneapolis, bull's blood's quiet compositions come from the mind of charles lareau (who also records as das torpedos). stuck in a canvas bag and beaten to smithereens, bull's blood reconstructs these soggy pieces into a ramshackle house of cards. a sense of urgency plagues each of these 11 songs. armed with varying tape loops, acoustic guitars, shambolic percussion, vocals, and god knows what else, "mondyeth" is drenched in the earth's turf. it's as though lareau's spirit is singing like a masked heathen from the grave. 100 copies