This recording consists of some very rare and previously unreleased home recordings of Karen Dalton from 1962-1963. I cannot believe that this has never been released and that these tapes have just been lying around for so long. This should definitely be of interest to anyone who has delved into some of the recent reissues of her work. All of the takes are amazing in their intimate, simple beauty, and this is an absolutely gorgeous record... review :: by Kevin Richards

This album begins with a series of crystalline guitar drones that evolve into a shimmering clatter like the sound of locust’s wings which are then layered with strumming guitars and harmonic laden chords that seem to suspend themselves in the air for an eternity; a good start indeed. Slowly an echoing piano line emerges and locust’s wings turn to a light desert rain, and this is all just the beginning. Nicola Ratti’s latest effort is fantastic... review :: by Kevin Richards

The first thing that one will immediately take note of when checking out R. Scott Oliver’s solo debut is the absolutely amazing manner in which it is packaged. The disc is housed in a handmade steel casing that has a laser cut pinwheel riveted to its surface. The same pinwheel pattern was also cut into the surface of the cover and was used again in the spraying of the chipboard insert which holds this disc, allowing a splash of color to be revealed as the little disc rotates. All these steel parts were, in fact, made and assembled by Oliver, who is by trade a blacksmith (you can check out some of his work here.. review :: by Cory Card

Rock and roll is a term with a lost meaning. Sure, there are hundreds of books, fairly academic ones too, on the subject. You could spend the rest of your life reading them, taking in an aggregate definition steeped in historical, cultural, and sonic information. It wouldn’t matter much, though. At the end of the day there are just those albums, artists, and songs that make you slam a beer down on the table, pump your fist and say “that’s rock and roll” to, in a sort of half-drunken stupor that only makes sense at the time... review :: by John Ganiard