Deaf Lions ‎– "Copia" ( Sound Of Pig – SOP 87) 1987

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Plunderphonia, along with illegal downloading and (gag) Hip...er...Hop, were/are the biggest threats to the evil, art killing, bloated ‘Music’ giants. Like a cornered (deaf) Lion , they are desperately fighting their last stand as we speak. Along with their corrupt allies, the FBI ,Hollywood and associates, they have succeeded in closing many a blog like this one, and sued many a Plunderphonic artist like John Oswald out of existence.

The Deaf Lions are a perfect example of the power of Plunderphonics to challenge both the right to copy, and the concept of what music really is. As the exchange between Eric Morecambe and André Previn on the 1978 Morecambe and Wise Christmas show went: (click here to see this classic TV moment)

A.P. – “ You’re playing alllll the wrong notes!”

E.M. – “Listen sunshine! I’m playing all the right notes.......but not necessarily in the right order!”

Like cutting up text in the Brion Gysin method, it becomes something new, the same applies to cutting up chart hits, they become something non-chart and unpopular. So how can these corporations claim copyright infringement. Except in the case of Hip-Hop, where the sampling is very uninspired, and is mostly just someone reciting awful poetry over someone else’s recording (yes,there are exceptions!). Music is a language is a virus.

The Deaf Lions, obviously got their hands on one of the first budget samplers back in ’87, probably an Ensoniq Mirage by the sound of it. Then used the limited sample length to capture random parts of some terrible chart hits and soft rock monstrosities (there’s also some ‘good’ stuff mangled up in there too,PiL and the Pistols for example), to deconstruct them into something more relevant to the reality of our existence. Repetitive, monotonous confusion, is on the menu, reflective of the kind of life most of the human race freely choose.

This cassette chooses freedom , the freedom to create sound art without the corrupting/controlling influence of fake money; and the listener has the freedom to enjoy or reject it. The government and big business want to take these freedoms away. Its a more important and profound a right than the right to vote.........anyway who or what do you vote for? Which sad ego-driven liar with a napoleon complex do you want to sustain this madness for another decade? People died for your right to vote and the freedom to choose........CHOOSE NOT TO VOTE, its your right.

Ladies and Gentleman dressed as ladies, This is PUNK ROCK

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Sutcliffe Jügend - "Campaign" (Come Organisation – WDC 883028) 1982

More Whitehouse related Noise terrorism, with Kevin Tomkins' Sutcliffe Jugend's early cassette "Campaign". And you can bet its refers to murder campaign rather than the Political, or Military, versions of the word. The clues are in the song titles, although all you have to know is its a Come Org release to know, A/ What it sounds like, and B/ what the subject matter will be about. Yep, more extreme sex, murder icon worship, and Sade-isms. Pretty tiresome and quite silly really; but I do love the catharsis of extreme noise to cleanse ones mind of interference. Also it STILL has the ability to make Henry Normal uncomfortable, maybe even angry; this is a rare commodity in the modern 'seen it all, heard it all' society. There will be people who would disagree, and think this is tame ,boring rubbish, but they are liars; to themselves and others, and are part of the problem. Ignore them.
Ladies and Gentleman: Sutcliffe Jugend; uninspired but very effective.

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Consumer Electronics - "Public Attack 3" (No Label MJC0182) 1982

An Early live recording/aktion of Philip Best's, pre middle age spread, Consumer Electronics Whitehousealike project. He was just a slim teenager when this was made, but still undoubtedly clad in black leather, and just as obnoxious.
This was a kind of Urban Folk music for the cold war generation,reflecting the bleak prospects facing everyone in the eighties; sort of the direct opposite of Wham!. Apparently recorded live at Nailsea School, 21.10.82, its the usual minimal circuit frying electronic noise, with what seems to be a shortwave radio playing at 11 on a marshall stack, entering and exiting the mellée. All this, of course, fronted by the kind of unbridled shouting/screaming you'd expect if you lived next door to a drunken wifebeater.
"Fuck the IRA" is so accurate a simulation of the reaction you'd get at a British National Party meeting/piss-up in a council estate pub, if you mildly suggested that black people actually make a vital contribution to the rich diverse culture of the modern UK; and or maybe the Irish Republicans have a point? This reasonable attitude would inevitably lead to some fat shaven headed member of the underclass confronting you with violent intent, shouting "Fuck the IRA" at the top of his rather unattractive voice.
Basically a BNP member is the same kind of absolute cunt that would be in the IRA if he was irish. Real extermination camp guard fodder, low on intellect, probably psychopathic, and the epitomy of the mythical sub-political UnterMensch that makes the shit that they spout a REAL danger.
I must make it clear that one doesn't support the IRA either, one mans freedom fighter is another mans terrrorist, and both of them are just another form of oppression forced upon 'us'(what or whoever Us is?), by the same kind of cunts that work in the bureaucratic, not democratic, corridors of power and influence.
You can't trust anyone to be reasonable for longer than it takes to take advantage of it. Its purely a natural Darwinian response, and mostly sub-conscious. We are basically Animals, arrogant ones at that, who invented the word 'civilised', to seperate us from our more honest feral cousins.
Which is what I hope track 4, 'Animal' is about.
This hideous racket to me just very accurate modern Folk Music, and far more relevant to real life than those jingly jangly escapists of the industry manufactured Folk Revival.All those rosey cheeked ernest young men with acoustic guitars, part of the brainwashed and beaten generation. Whats wrong with these kids, that they accept all this stealthy shit that's going on? The only time they riot is because they ain't got a plasma HD TV, or 'cus their student fees are too high to get the career they want! What fucking career? Listen to some power electronics from the early 1980's, then they might just see the meat on the end of their fork in its true light!

Track Listing:

A1		Fellatio	5:54
A2		Pricktease	6:13
A3		Fuck the IRA	3:35
A4		Animal	1:20
A5		Rubbersex	5:39
A6		Vibro	1:49
A7		Murman	6:55

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Male rape Group - "On to 83" (Broken Flag BF05) 1983

A nice opportunity has arisen to compare and contrast the different Industrial styles created in the U.S./rest of the world and the U.K/Europe/Australia., by the similar sounding combo’s The Nihilist Surfin’ Group (see previous post), and the charmingly christened ‘Male Rape Group’. The first could be Japanese(?) in origin(says so on the cassette insert), but obviously American in style, on an American label; the second, which is obvious by the 'shocking' name, is British.

A sense of humour is prevalent in almost all areas of life in the British Isles, but this seems to have been forgotten when it comes to making Industrial music. Although that other British trait, repressed anger, is here in bucket loads. A Power Electronics ‘supergroup’ ,containing early Whitehouse member, and consumer Electronics / Ramleh geezer Philip Best, with the founder of Ramleh and Broken Flag records Gary Mundy. Its the standard Come Organisation racket ,of skin peeling overloaded electronics and distorted screamed vocals; no doubt screeching about forced non consensual anal sex, murder or Nazi’s. The perpetrators would no doubt be wearing leather trousers, the odd jackbooted synth abuser standing in the background, and appear to be thoroughly unpleasant chaps. The object of the music, would not be to confront the listener with uncomfortable truths, as they would have us believe; but rather to shock,in an increasingly unshockable world; because they can! There are probably millions of people who would be shocked by this, their plebeian sensibilities offended, leading to angry reactions, and gross acts of violence. This stuff could actually cause a drunken mob of outraged proletarians to start burning books,and opening exhibitions of degenerate art. Then there are the fans who misunderstand this music so much that they begin to believe in what these fellows shout and scream about. Although ideologically dodgy, this 23 minute opus is a very enjoyable, even cathartic, experience; if you like that kind of thing.

Play it loud,once.

DOWNLOAD this lovely piece of modern folk music HERE!

Nihilist Surfin' Group - "Music for the New Yorker" - (Sound of Pig SOP248) 1987

Like Charlie’,I suppose a Nihilist surfin’ group ‘don’t surf’; and why should they? Its a crap pastime for boys with no life skills who want to score some shallow chicks. Whereas, a sure fire way to score with NO chicks at all is to be in an industrial noise combo. Here you need life skills, like intelligence, charm, and a skill for earning a meagre living, because you ain’t gonna earn any dollar from making ‘music’ like this.

No-one who works in an electricity generating power station wants to come home and listen to it again on dolby-free cassette tape. Just like no-one who works in any industrial environment actually makes industrial music. Its created by pale, work shy ,college graduate dreamers, who were too lazy to be bothered to learn an instrument, but fantasised about being in a ‘band’.

There is nothing wrong with this, in fact its a recommended short cut to achieving something ‘different’ in the world of art; but as in so-called ‘art’ ,you do need a grounding in the history of the subject to avoid repeating past feats. This is where the Nihilist Surfin’ Group let themselves down; because the electronically generated throbbing machinations of the pieces here, merely reflect the earlier Industrial Power electronics previously unleashed by the Come Organisation, again, 7 years earlier in the wonderful sceptred isles of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. But, this has that slightly softer American approach, which I find quite charming, and I have to say, preferable. It doesn’t try to be , or glorify , so-called ‘evil’; which can only have a subjective definition, and perpetuates this mythical force as a means of control. If you believe in evil, you believe in ‘God’, which immediately removes a person from the category labelled as ‘Intelligent’. If you want Evil, read about the Christian God’s behaviour in that favourite of medieval English literature, ‘The Bible’.

For me, this stuff is less about the music, or non music, than it is about the object of a tape containing an aural recreation of the modern world, packaged in an attractive rectangular package, with a crudely printed information card inside(including ,in this case,a classic androerotic drawing by Tom of Finland!). Basically its an art object, not really meant to be actually listened to all the way through; even though I will admit to doing so, and thoroughly enjoying it!

DOWNLOAD this Nihilist Surfing SymphonyHERE!

Philip Johnson - "HEARTACHE’S WORST ASSISTANTS VERSUS THE GENIUS WITH THE SECRET OF MAKING GOLD INTO DYNAMITE!" (Year zero Records YEAR017) 1986/2012

From the vast archives of DIY cassette legend, Philip Johnson, we bring you the previously unreleased, "HEARTACHE’S WORST ASSISTANTS VERSUS THE GENIUS WITH THE SECRET OF MAKING GOLD INTO DYNAMITE".Now released at last on everyones favourite Net label, Year Zero Records.
Dating from 1986, this spoken word and sound collage involves material from between 1981 and 1986. Philip explains:"There are bits of various other tapes and records, unreleased bits, and bits recorded for the occasion to fill gaps, for instance “Black Rubber Towel” which begins the second side. It got reviewed by Dave Henderson in Underground, and an A&R man at EMI wrote and asked me for a copy. I sent him one, though now I think I really should have ignored him."

A Classic Philip Johnson melange of spoken narrative, found sound, noise, tape manipulation, and unhinged songs.I even detected a tv interview with Mark and Brix smith,from the Tube i think; where Brix Cringingly answers 'Smash Hits' style questions about her boyfriend, like 'what kind of music does he like?'
Theres a bit of the Minoy about him, although he was doing this at least five years before our favourite american; just like the UK does with most post rock'n'roll era musical genres.

Print out the original artwork and make your own cassette!

Track Listing:

Side A (20:49)
Side B (26:02)


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If, Bwana - "Organ Life" (Sound of Pig SOP166) 1987

Another Al Margolis uber-experimental cassette,this time a little less busy than the previous effort posted here.

Side A of Organ life is given over entirely to the art of the ever intensifying one chord organ drone. For 30 minutes we are treated to the same keys of an Organ held down with increasing levels of vibrato , until Al runs out of cassette tape. Great for out of body experiences ,or just plain old parallel dimension exploration without mind altering substances.

Side B, ‘Loop de Loop’, is as self explanatory as Side A. Processed sampled loops drone in and out of sync with reality and each other ,in the era before timestretching. Parts sound not unlike something produced by the BBC Radiophonic workshop in the early 60’s.

This whole tape must have been produced in not much more than a couple of hours, but it is quite/quietly effective, meditative, and strange enough to be considered a worthwhile endeavour .

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If, Bwana - "They Call Me Bwana" (Sound of Pig SOP100) 1987

Sometime Minoy collaborator, and the man behind the Sound of Pig cassette label, Al Margolis, is also ‘If, Bwana’. And this insane c-60 is the work of a man who cares little about making popular tunes. Musique Concrete, modern composition, tape collage, Ambient, Noise,Drones, these are some of the genres that are briefly touched upon as Margolis heads in as many opposite directions as possible. A 60 minute quest for something new, and very often he finds it, only to tire of it and try something else. Relentlessly experimental, and very hard to shoe horn into any pigeon hole at all. Isn’t this what experimental music should be about?

DOWNLOAD and call yourself bwana HERE!

Violence and the Sacred - "Failure Parade" (Audiofile Tapes aT47) 1988

The best Violence and the Sacred live C-60 by far. Here we have a more restrained and measured performance, bordering on the ambient noise variety. Less scrraping, more rumbling, less screeching, more resonance. The over use of taped dialogue has been reduced to a more subtle level. I was worried these chaps had no other ideas in the locker,but here they prove that they are no one trick pony. Subtlety and space can be more effective than screaming constantly to be noticed,that just makes people turn away; this way the listener is seduced in the formless soup of improvised noise, and noise doesn't have to be LOUD!
[I also like the image on the insert, showing the massacre of the Cathars.This interests me because that happened where I live (S.W France), and was implimented by The Earl of Leicester (UK), Simon de Montfort, which was my birthplace. Totally irrelevent but, surely of some interest?]

DOWNLOAD failure HERE!

Violence and the Sacred - "Arkinoid" (Sound of Pig SOP121) 1987

If one should let loose a bunch of chimpanzees on an array of guitars, synthesizers, mixing desk, violin etc; something akin to the chimps tea party, but with musical instruments. One could possibly end up with a piece of improv like this 1987 outing by Violence and the Sacred, live in Toronto.

If you had an infinite number of monkeys, with an infinite number of instruments, they’d probably create a train wreck like Rick Wakeman’s ‘Journey to the Centre of the Earth’ or something equally as flaccid. But this is what you get with only 100,000 monkeys, or four or five human beings, exploring the art of random. Lots of fingernail on blackboard scraping guitars, violins that sound like tortured cats, synthesizer knob twiddling, text narration by lottery, and plenty banal found sound Tape mixing .

You have to give it to ‘em, they are trying very hard to not replicate anything that has gone before, which in 1987 was starting to be a very difficult thing to achieve. They were a sort of genetically damaged hybrid between AMM, Derek Bailey, and Throbbing Gristle(?); that lumps them into the dreaded “80s Canadian Improv” bracket, and what’s wrong with that?

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Violence and the Sacred - "Teddy Died (Sincerity)" - (SSS Productions - SSS26) 1987

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This is Violence and the Sacred captured in their natural environment, improvising the hell out of a bunch of tapes, guitars, violins, and various percussive devices, live in Montreal in 1986. The guitars are very Derek Bailey-esque, searching for a lost chord that never existed before, and failing; but finding the right wrong notes. The tape plunderphonia is sometimes a bit obvious, Captain Beefheart from Trout Mask Replica, and the “....Here is a man who would not take it anymore”...... speech from Taxi Driver, as two glaring examples. There are times when they achieve a cacophonic racket that challenges the evil realms of good taste, to send the Henry and Henrietta Normals running for the exits. This was the original intention for the art of guitar abuse, scraping and scratching and squealing to be free of outside controlling influences; and this is Free anti-music that shuns convention. They sort of remind one of the legendary British free improv noise combo AMM; which is a compliment indeed.

Track Listing:

Side A - 27:15

Side B - 26:11

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The Violence Half - "The Memory Waltz" - (Nihilistic Recordings) 1988

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Now what do you get when you cross NotHalf with fellow Canadian avant-gardists, Violence and the Sacred? Correct, The Violence Half. Who made a few collaborations together around 1987/8, one of which is this rather irritating attempt at deconstructing two pieces of music. Lots of tape manipulations involved here: speeding up, slowing down, fingers pressed on to the pinchers, several tapes playing over each other at different speeds, through the usual effects units ; you name it, its being done here.......for nearly one fucking hour! A herky jerky exercise in pretentiousness, but not as annoyingly pretentious as that NewBlockaders tape “Epater les Bourgeois”, which was 90 minutes of cassette hiss. I suppose, if it irritates someone like me it serves a purpose, but basically it outstays its welcome after about five minutes. Worth downloading if you want something to play to get rid of unwanted guests, annoy your wife, or appear ‘intelligent’ to dumb people. An idea that sounds good on paper, but rather ostentatious on cassette tape.

DOWNLOAD pretentiously HERE!

Not Half - "I Want It To Be 1983 Again" (Dtrash Records DTRASH126) 2009

Minoy collaborator/mail art friend, Alan Conroy, aka Not Half; is still going strong today! A fine example of his 21st century work is this CD on Dtrash of Canada, who's title could be this writer's first wish to Jerry the Belly Button Elf.
Wasn't everything much better then? No mobile phones, hardly any TV Channels, No MTV, Hip Hop was good, computers were utter shite, synthesizers had real knobs on 'em, and real knobs played 'em. But above all these obvious benefits, the world of underground music was more inventive, honest,and superbly unambitious as it ever was,or will be again. Soon to be ruined by over indulgence in technology, capitalist trappings, and the ecstacy pill.
Once the bedroom bound white man dropped an "E", all he wanted to do was,(I think i'm gonna puke!) dance, love people, and shake a tambourine to the funky drummer beat! The death of music.
And Fuck me if the fucking Kids (chavs) aren't still locked up in those disco concentration camps, dancing like epilectics (no offence intended to genuine epilectics), to the same fucking music from 25 years ago. The only difference is they now take shitter drugs like 'Bubble' (which aptly is derived from some plant food), and some shit called 'Meow Meow'!
There were some bright spots after 1983, namely Drum'n'Bass, and the 21st century internet underground is probably better than it was in 1983!? (inhale)......so what the fuck am I talking about????

"Glooping glitches' rhythms pitterpatter through the experimental nostalgic-noisescapes shaped by Atari 2600-laced days of yonder." It says in the promotional material for this recording.
In fact this CD is a rather marvellous soft bubbly electronic masterpiece, not unlike "The Dada Computer" by Robert Lawrence and Mark Phillips (for example), and a lot of the ICR stuff from the 1980-1983 era;from whence all the classic electronica comes from. Only this lacks the muddy fidelity one craves so much from the original cassette releases.
Play this and it will be 1983 again, for an hour at least!
As the late Alan Freeman of Radio One used to say:
"Not 'arf!"

DOWNLOAD 1983 HERE!

Minóy - "Minóy's Last Post - a tribute" - 1951-2010

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To conclude the recent slew of Minóy related goods; I think it proper to hear from the man himself, via the following downloads of a rare interview, and an audio letter he sent to a Al Conroy of Not Half (a Not Half related cassette will follow this post) up there in Canada. They are quite interesting and give a sneaky peek into the reclusive and private world of  Minóy, or Stanley Keith Bowsza. He sounds like quite an eccentric fellow, as one would imagine.

Also check the picture of the last mail/cassette (above) he sent to Zan Hoffman in 1992, explaining why he no longer felt able to continue creating these endless masterpieces.And I quote:

" Minóy Cassetteworks has been permanently terminated. My soul has dried up and blown away. I can no longer feel joy but only constant mental and physical (psychosomatic,so it seems) pain. We are three non-functional people alone in the void of  Minóy mouse, sanctuary became prison.....no exit, now we scream, HELP!"

 He talked the talk and walked the walk did Minóy; He said he was stopping, and he did. Not like that old showbiz cliché of old, the farewell tour and the comeback; for there was to be no comeback. He was never to make another recording or appearance again, probably sinking into a pit of depression from which he was never to surface. That great anti-music was a true reflection of his soul, may it rest in peace.

 The interview is a cassette interview, naturally, where  Minóy answers prepared questions from a letter into his famous sony cassette deck, sort of a mail art interview. Like an underground smash hits type of interview,where he tells us about his favourite equipment and working methods; quite amusing. He does sound like a cross between Brains from Top Cat, Deputy Dawg on helium, and Jinx the cat; basically like a whole lot of cartoon animals shoved in a blender.

LISTEN to the Minóy interview HERE!

Al Conroy: " This audio letter is presented here for all to hear to honour him and the brief time I was in contact with him. "
October 30, 1951 â March 19, 2010

DOWNLOAD  Minóy's audio letter to Al HERE!

Also check out Minoy's new Wiki page, as created by Joseph Nechvatal HERE!

Masters Of The Ungentlemanly Art ‎– "MA» Masters Of The Ungentlemanly Art" (ZH27 - 071) 1986

The masters of the ungentlemanly art of tape collage are represented here with a full spectrum of distorted lo-fi muddy noise, buried beneath the surface of an ocean of cheap radio shack effects, momentarily rising to breath revealing its ugly head. Minoy makes a large contribution to the submerged racket, along with several other contributors , mixed together by the notorious Zan Hoffman; which makes an irresistible cocktail of third hand sound. Six tracks seamlessly edited together , that vary from ethereal relaxation, to fuzzy uncomfortable noise-scapes. Definitely something to relax to in the bath , with a couple of scented candles, to help exorcise the demons of the shit that happened today. A process I ,personally, have difficulty doing as I don’t have a bath, and I fucking detest scented candles. So why I’m recommending this action is anyone’s guess?

Tracklist

A1		Cantonese Polka Featuring [Audio Sources] – Shmuzorft, Sismoid, Swinebolt #45*, Tuf (2)
A2		I Bet You Have Featuring [Audio Sources] – Sismoid, Swinebolt #45*
A3		Has A Severe Lack Featuring [Audio Sources] – No Unauthorized, O'Nancy In French, Swinebolt #45*, Tom Furgas
A4		That's What I Say Featuring [Audio Sources] – Minóy*, Sismoid, Swinebolt #45*, Tom Furgas
A5		Cancerama Featuring [Audio Sources] – Minóy*, Shmuzorft, Tuf (2)
A6		Any Air Featuring [Audio Sources] – Ken Clinger, No Unauthorized, Swinebolt #45*, TEC (7)

DOWNLOAD something ungentlemanly HERE!

PBK & Minóy - "Cloisters" - (The Sound Genetic) 1987

 Another excellent collaboration between Minoy and PBK from 1987.This is the remastered version on PBK's Sound Genetic Netlabel from 2008.
I'll let PBK himself tell you all about it,its an interesting read:

PBK:

"I am one of the few people who actually met Minóy in person, this was in 1986, and we worked very closely together for a year, completing about 10 full length tape releases. There were two different projects we worked on together, the hoax noise-band, Disco Splendor, and our collaboration proper, Minóy/PBK.

Minóy was a very interesting person, quite eccentric, and when I met him he'd already established a big reputation in the U.S. cassette underground. The New York Times had interviewed him for an article on the profound 'home taping' movement. Many artists from the 80's I met through my association with Minóy: AMK, Zan Hoffman, John Wiggins, Al Margolis, Hal McGee, Big City Orchestra, etc. At the same time Minóy was working with me, he was also collaborating with dozens of others, he was extremely prolific and his output of completed releases numbered in the hundreds.

When we first began working together he said let's call our project "Disco Splendor" and asked me to set up a new post box address for it somewhere other than Torrance, California, the city where he lived. This was easy since I lived an hour away in San Bernardino. The idea was to keep the project anonymous. I started networking tape releases without establishing to the recipients exactly who we were.

Das of Big City Orchestra played Disco Splendor tapes on his radio show and said he loved them. We began to get good press reviews. When Minóy realized that the Disco Splendor project was gaining some attention he decided to abandon the name and reveal who was behind it, from then on we used the name 'Minóy/PBK'.

Minóy was very obsessive and he could stay up for days and nights on end, recording sounds and vocals from one cassette deck to another over and over. As heavily overdubbed as some of his compositions seemed to be, he never used a multi-track recorder. He was certainly brilliant, but used the cheapest of materials to create his compositions: a guitar, shortwave radio, Radio Shack mixer (crucial for the reverb mode switch which could make very strange analog echoes) and a Casio CZ-101.

Minóy was manic-depressive, so he told me, and he was on a lot of meds for it- when he was up he was giddy and could stay awake for long periods working on his recordings, but when he was down he suffered terribly and would stay in bed for days, if not weeks, on end. He was a large-framed man, but with a fragile personality condition... His remarkable and unique approach to isolationist noise music made him an underground legend to the few who heard him, but he dropped out and disappeared in the mid-90's and no one seems to know what happened to him.

'Cloisters', being a Minóy mix, includes a lot of Minóy trademarks, the howling, anguished vocals, the remaking of song standards, in this case 'Me & My Shadow' on the track 'In Shadow', and the strange fuzzy lo-fi sound courtesy of running the entire mix through that old Radio Shack mixer. Enjoy!"

DOWNLOAD cloisterrs HERE!

Disco Splendor - "We Shit Art (Disco Splendor sampler 1987/88)" (The Sound Genetic CD-r) 2009

For the lack of cassettes, we bring you a CD-r compilation of Minoy and PBK's collaborative project, the ironically monikered, Disco Splendor.
This is the kind of disco splendor you'd really love to slip on discreetly  to a turntable in one of those brain washing super clubs in Ibiza (come kindly tsunami and sink this evil isle!).
One has to say that one prefers the american take on Industrial noise to what it evolved into in europe post TG. Its doesn't seem obessed at all with Nazi's, mass murder, sex crime etc; and doesn't take the easy route of just producing paint stripping decibels of noise, like an ignored child. It seems content to be ignored, and thats my kind of future person. Fuck the cult of personality, and praise the cult of Minoy.

Tracklist:

1		Less Is Less	6:59
2		Rad Waste	3:38
3		New Wage 1	10:00
4		Heroing Man (Excerpt)	6:40
5		Suturing The Wound Of Castration With Narrative	8:18
6		Jesus Loves Iranians Too	7:08
7		Labor Day	6:33
8		Never Too Old To Get Hard	3:12
9		Race Music	6:43
10		New Wage 2	6:23
11		More Is More	8:06

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Minóy - "Devil Music - Minoy Live!" (Nihilistic Recordings) 1988

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Famed agoraphobic Minoy makes public appearance? An exercise in aversion therapy, or a much needed venting of a repressed urge to perform this profound non-music in public.

Whatever the motive, by the evidence on this cassette, it was a very successful event. Especially having the plug pulled 15 minutes into the performance, with some suggestions from the management of the ‘pub’ that it was ‘Devil Music’. One of the most amusing moments is when some female audience member says something really counter-cultural, like: “Jesus Christ maaaaan what is this? Nazi Germany?”......er......Yes it is, in all but name . Lets not forget where 1% of US citizens are currently residing?.......Yep,thats right, in Jail. Having a population of 300 million, that makes a prison population of approximately 3 million; a total that could rival any dodgy regime ever. That coupled with the American Taliban preaching Christian propaganda in middle dumb-ass American schools, via the ironically named ‘Intelligent Design’ explanation of the universe; which makes even less sense than the 'Deep Thought' computers' conclusion in ‘The Hitch-hikers Guide to the Galaxy’.(42 ,if you didn’t know,or live in middle America). The inexplicable support of the neo-nazi Israel, when there are only less than twice as many Jewish people in America than there are prisoners; which suggests the motives are not to court the Jewish vote, but something a bit more sinister. Why don’t those lamentable ‘politicians’ court the criminal vote by legalising theft.........no, wait a minute, theft is legal; its apparently totally legal for banks to steal taxpayers money to finance their ambitious gambling habits. Not to mention invading any country that produces oil, to ‘protect ‘civilians and promote democracy, but ignoring any African genocide. Which doesn’t suprise me in a country where Black’s (was gonna say black people, but thought it sounded wishy washily white liberal speak), weren’t fully emancipated until the late 1960s; and this lot(the US govt) even love to lecture the rest of the planet on how to be like the ‘land of the free’, sometimes at gun point! I mean, ask Abe Lincoln:

Actual quote from Abraham Lincoln:

“I will say then that I am not, nor ever have been in favor of bringing about in anyway the social and political equality of the white and black races – that I am not nor ever have been in favor of making voters or jurors of negroes, nor of qualifying them to hold office, nor to intermarry with white people; and I will say in addition to this that there is a physical difference between the white and black races which I believe will forever forbid the two races living together on terms of social and political equality. And inasmuch as they cannot so live, while they do remain together there must be the position of superior and inferior, and I as much as any other man am in favor of having the superior position assigned to the white race. I say upon this occasion I do not perceive that because the white man is to have the superior position the negro should be denied everything.”

There's a statue of this man in Washington!?
This is why we need more of this ‘Devil Music’ (if you are stupid, or from Middle America/ages , the Devil is a superstitious creation to deter anti-social behaviour, and doesn’t exist outside of fiction)performed ,and banned, by the intellectual minnows that are the powers that be.

(Don't be upset if you're american, I love american people, even the rednecks!;and your land.It's just your fucking government,and unelected bodies like the CIA etc that I despise.Just a personal opinion, if any cunt from Texas has a problem with it! He can Fuck right off!) 

The music, as performed by Minoy and PBK, is as expected; droning electronics/tapes, permeated by shrieks ,percussion, and Minoys’ unique staccato guitar style. Slightly more rock’n’roll than his home taped works, but I think more provocative as a result. Although the constant murmuring and idle chit chat that permeates the whole of this recording, suggests a certain intransigence from the punters; one can even hear a game of pool in progress at one point in the tape; but it all adds a certain Cagian (as in John Cage) ambience to the proceedings, that only highlights the harrowing bleakness of the music.

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Minóy - "Doctor In A Dark Room" - (Minóy Cassetteworks) 1985

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I can see it now, a silhouette appears from the darkness. Teeth the colour of nicotine, grasping a smoking dog end , are exposed within a half grin half sneer. The yellowing white hair of the mail order college doctor peers over the rusty chrome of the surgical lance. Primed to free you of the undisciplined growth on your brain.

“No anaesthetic needed Nurse”,said the doc, between deep sniffs of his chloroform impregnated hankerchief,”I doubt he’ll feel a thing”.

Then, swilling the appliance around a dirty toilet bowl for sterilisation, he made the incision through the eye and entered the infected organ.

Now we wake up screaming; it was all a classic Doctor Anxiety dream, and the soundtrack was provided by Minoy’s 1985 C-60 “Doctor in a Dark Room”. The logical conclusion of this dream is you end up locked in a permanent vegetative state and are sexually abused by the ward orderly every night.” In hospital no-one hears you scream”! Side one is the noise of a meat factory, with skull drilling trepanning sounds, and mechanical bone saws splintering femurs for unnecessary amputations.

Side 2, “Babel”, is the sound of a mind after an incompetent brain procedure gone wrong. Like a cheap radio tuned into every station at once. Maybe because it is the sound of multi-layered recordings of short wave radio transmissions, mixed together into a thick steamy electronic broth thats very bad for your health.

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Minóy\Zannóy ‎– "Chicago K-Mart Call : Elevation Of Anxiety Opus No. 45" (ZH27 - 179) 1987

K-mart?.....Isn’t that where American mass shooting psychotics buy all their ammo?

Sure it fucking is! Only in the USA can you go the supermarkets loading this kind of stuff into your shopping cart.

Mmmmm, lets see now, a dozen Twinkies, two for the price of one packs of Corn Dogs, some Oreo’s, oh....and 600 rounds for my AK-47 to express my freedom. A typical American shopping list, guaranteed to kill! Those twinkies and corn dogs are lethal. Here in France, AK-47’s are relatively illegal, and Corn Dogs are definitely forbidden ; punishable by being forced to listen to French Reggae, a fate worse than death believe me!

This one sided C-90 is an attempt to capture the true sound of a K-Mart through the eyes of a shopping cart laden with ammo and all the ingredients to make a Meat Loaf???......Fuck me, do they (americans) have the shittest food on this planet or what?

And after our visit to K-Mart,let’s hang at the Taco Bell, and maybe exercise our cultural right with to a mass shooting?

Rather than go through the hell that a visit to K-Mart, or any other similar consumer temple ,would inevitably lead to,I advise listening to this grinding, scraping classic. Sounding like a close miked shopping trolley with no wheels, being pushed along the aisles of one of these atrocity exhibitions of reasonably

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Minóy\Zannóy - "Mr. Chanes Deaf Mix For Jake Hobo" (ZH27 - 411) 1986

This is what those guys hear in their heads, y’know , the ones that cover the walls of their house in aluminium foil to stop their minds being probed? Certain persons have to take serious anti-psychotic medication to stop music like this occurring naturally, this is basically the world music for the 21^st century,or even Nu-Folk with telepathy in place of song. It conveys what it feels like to be alive in an increasingly impersonal environment,where ones relationships are formed in isolation via a plasma screen. This is the inescapable cancerous throb of microwaves chopping up your genetic code,and rearranging it as the next mutation in this planets evolution. Or is it the sound of mankind’s last scream before the planet saves itself by bringing forth another mass extinction, like a human immune system would remove a bacterial infection. Either way, the future looks black, and I’m gonna cover my walls with Aluminium foil. “Why won't the voices Sttttttoooooopppppp!!??”

 Maybe because I didn’t press the stop button!

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Zami - "The Etiquette of an Industrial Trauma" (ZH27 - 413) 1986

The prolific cassette sonic terrorist Minoy's collaboration with the equally prolific sonic terrorist Zan Hoffman, Minóy\Zannóy aka Zami, produced at least 50 single sided C60's like 'The Etiquette of Industrial Trauma'.The title probably being an analogy for Life, and sounds like a close miked Ice Breaker grinding its way through arctic ice; which is another analogy for life I suppose?

28 minutes of aural phlegm swirling around in a flushing toilet of sound is not usually a tasty treat for the old shell-likes.But when anchored to reality by a disjointed repetitive loop of some dying electronic calliope, it suddenly sounds like a top ten smash. The top ten of what, and in which parallel reality in this crazy ol’ multi-verse is anyones guess.There’s almost certainly a shadow universe out there,where the physics are different,George Bush was strangled at birth,and Minoy/Zannoy are number one; Stephen Hawking has said as much.So take the word of the worlds number one authority on Black Holes,and fill that black hole in your soul with some Zami.

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