Official Release #107. Uncle Meat gets the deluxe treatment in this three CD Project/Object Audio Documentary. Included is the original 1969 vinyl mix (restored, remastered and available digitally for the first time), an original sequence that includes unique source material and bonus vault tracks mostly compiled from the recording sessions at Apostolic Studios in NYC between 1967 and 1969.
Acclaimed poet Dr John Cooper Clarke and esteemed singer / songwriter (and founding member of The Stranglers) Hugh Cornwell have teamed up to release their first album, This Time It’s Personal. It's a match made in the rock 'n' roll heaven of their respective youth and, just as their eyebrow-raising new album says, This Time It's Personal. Featuring classic tracks that they both grew up listening to, the album is the surprising duo’s first collaboration.
Reissue with the latest remastering and the original cover artwork. Comes with a description written in Japanese. The group's name is a bit of wordplay, and might make you think they're presenting themselves in a flip sort of way – but their music is rock-solid, and has this well-crafted, rock-solid approach that's mighty nice! Intrioduction have that open, flowing sensibility that the better European piano groups started to pick up towards the end of the 70s – a tradition that really seemed to flower in France during the 80s and 90s, but which also has a great proponent here – as the piano of Harry Happel opens up in these waves of lyrical lines that often have a lot of power, but a gentler sort of heart as well. Daan Gaillard is on bass and Fred Krens plays drums – and both players make themselves known throughout, but sometimes in nicely subtle ways.
The third studio full-length from the Oxnard, California-based powerviolence/grindcore unit, You Will Never Be One of Us clocks in at just under 22 minutes. Their longest outing to date, the ten-track set would be less of a marathon were it not for the epic eight-minute closer "They Come Crawling Back," a doomy, thrashy, and relentlessly brutal bit of business that boasts the album's lone fade-out; it actually exhausts itself. The rest of You Will Never Be One of Us closely mirrors Nails' previous offerings, delivering forehead-melting blastbeats, whammy bar-induced audio grand mal seizures, and lyrics that target the sickly sweet spot between apoplectic and hopeless.