New Release

Excavation Series 7 – You/In/Be/Arc

New mixtape is live and available, You/In/Be/Arc is a weirdo collage split in two sides sourced from Youtube, Vimeo and Internet Archive.

I dug through micro-rabbit holes while pinpoints moved too fast for proper capture, instead:  I taped and cut-up what made sense psychogeographically as I wandered aiming but aimless. A dada poem, or a nonsensical abstraction. One thing erases the older thing, or the two or three things erase…

Tapes were professionally duplicated in an edition of 40 copies and I printed the artwork and stamped the envelopes myself at home again. Tapes incude short liner notes and tracklisting, and a black-and-white print.

End of June will see another mixtape, ES8, a wild psychedelic-tinged layered ride by John Thayer (he of Drunken Sufis), sourced and brought about by personal field recordings and music encountered along his travels in Thailand and Cambodia. A superb mix that we’re super proud to be helping put out.

Peace and more to come!
Kev

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Downer Canada – Snarl like a Poem

perfect slipping holed up in glass cases with locks identified as historical thinking ways each combination a time away from when things made less and less sense overlapping how society can change into a better whole when and how society has moved away from the better whole and how society has better ways locked up in whole when and how the rest can be a small part of the necessary take what’s left of whatever sense of dignity is left and throw it out the window at a better self too and let that better self climb back inside our own true self that is hiding and is trying to find better ways to be better

at hiding and the cycle spins like knitting needles in circular basket weaving grace as they tip counter to clockwise finding beginnings through a very own spirit blood to booze used to be the never run out candle all light shining even in dark corner despair can’t shake existentialism in the middle of a bender and the days flipped away and my mind thought more and more of touching any liquid to again howl at it snarl at it growl at it deep in breath holding it in and letting it out at it under the shine if i could gather myself outside to be under lighting long enough to recognize its feel like a poem a poem hanging on to the snarl of a piercing thought a poem like a snarl

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