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Artist: BIRDS OF MAYA
Title: Celebration
Format: LP
Label: Little Big Chief
Country: USA
Price: $14.00
"Though the game mighta changed round em, the three years since Ready to Howl aint diminished Birds of Maya one ounce (or do they measure in...grams?). You can tell right away on Celebration, cuz its just as stupefying to describe as every other moment theyve put down. Why is that? Seems so simple! But ya get near pronouncements like "Free or The Groundhogs as seen in the busted mirror mosaic of Japanese underground psych" and a lil balloon of acid anxiety busts in yer gut. Insufficient. This aint just about shred and dread; this is about sweat and spit and busted bottles. This is about volume--meaning both quantity AND decibels. It takes a lot for many of us to sit still for side-long live tracks, so I suggest you dethrone that ass and break some valuables when the evil busts start rollin out like smoke from Sleeps van; its only natural. And dont fear the "TV Eye" cover, neither, cuz it surely made me forget the last 67 beef-witted versions Id heard. Course, theres so much snarl all over this thing, Im surprised the mic aint slumped in the corner, nursing an ulcer, by the end.  Another fetid feather in Phillys cap. Dressed in hand-painted sleeves, itll make all the records you file it next to cooler via osmotic paint flakes." - - Sebastian Morris-White, Buffet of Loathsome.
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Artist: BIRDS OF MAYA
Title: Celebration
Format: LP
Label: Little Big Chief
Country: USA
Price: $14.00
"Shred, dread, sweat, spit and busted bottles from the city of brotherly scuz. "Theres so much snarl all over this thing," marvels Buffet of Loathsome, "Im surprised the mic aint slumped in the corner, nursing an ulcer.... [Insufficient] pronouncements like Free or The Groundhogs as seen in the busted-mirror mosaic of Japanese underground psych [bust] a lil balloon of acid anxiety ... in yer gut." - Little Big Chief. Limited repress.

Artist: FINN, SIMON
Title: Pass The Distance
Format: LP
Label: Little Big Chief
Country: USA
Price: $21.00
"First released in 1970. A British, dark-acid folk classic. Sounding like Tom Rapp on a horror trip, Finn sets out on a nightmarish journey that knows no appeasement. The mania shining through is greatly enhanced by the talent of multi-instumentalist David Toop, who plays several different songs simultaneously, seemingly without relation to the songs the other musicians are playing. Guitars appear in the wrong key, song structure is blissfully ignored. Originally released on Mushroom records. 500 copies, with liner notes by John Olson of Wolf Eyes/American Tapes.”- Little Big Chief.
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Artist: GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS
Title: Borsh
Format: LP
Label: Little Big Chief
Country: USA
Price: $14.00
"4 songs of complete dementia. avant garage to some. 2 shorties and 2 long tracks. edition of 250 with silk screened album art. Steve McCabe from Axemen wrote a few words about their most recent live performance at the Negative Guest List show in Brisbane back in December. "Gir!s Gir!s Gir!s headed up the lineup with a set so ambient the management asked them to tone down the Brian Eno interstitial sounds between sets. Hauntingly beautiful even with volume set on level 1 GGG reflected the moment with the subtlety of an exquisite Monet depicting a fragment of daily life. Cest magnifique, as quietly charming yet nigglingly grating as a young marble giants cd set on infinite loop in the vacant house next door, playing too quietly to call the noise control but loudly enough to irritate if one were to focus on it." -Little Big Chief.



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Artist: HOLLYWOOD AUTOPSY BAND
Title: Hollywood Autopsy
Format: LP
Label: Little Big Chief
Country: USA
Price: $21.00
"Even given the vantage point of several decades of openly antagonistic assaults on conservative Punk eardrums, countless poorly-printed fanzines championing all manner of anti-social sound/performance and the Internet more or less rendering nothing, past or present, unbelievable, some records are still hard to wrap ones ugly mug round. Like this one right here, frinstance! What is this strange, unlistenable music and how did it come out of the early Eighties Wisconsin hardcore punk scene? Sure, there are plenty of near contemporary comparisons, regional bands lost to the mists of tyme who imbibed early Fall singles like they were manna (Im lookin your way Art Phag, Easter Monkeys, Y Front), but its really a pretty strange document for the time and place, with allah the prime skiffle n thump of God Bless the Red Crayola-- as interpreted by the 49 Americans were they really, well, American, and adding a supersized dose of Flippers drone/dirge to the pot for good measure. Hideous Plastic Flowers sounds like Blight or the Church Police covering Hasil Adkins. The instrumental Reflective Reformation wasted-ly approximates Country Joes first via the same route Andrew Klimek takes to Van Vilet, and truthfully, these guys would have made much more sense rolling round the CLE (or maybe Akron on a track like Liquid Lunch) gutters than from where they actually sprang, though a catalog # reading Thermidor or Subterranean wouldnt be out of place either. God, that bass tone; what a ridiculous, glorious throbbing wet fart, and finally providing an answer to that eternal question: What if the Fuckin Flyin A-Heads recorded a whole album? The de-railed Seeds cover opening Side B lends some credence to the notion that, as much as Hollywood Autopsy were an art punk concern (and one of considerable menace and aplomb) they also drank from the same trough of nocturnal proto-punk pessimism as Vertical Slit and the like. I dont know how much else I can spew over this thing, I mean every track sounds better than the last, a tasteful and primitive blend of deconstructed rockabilly, battered free psychedelia and generally inimical art provocation that only increases in potency the more its contents sibilate about your paltry brain. Ostensibly a college project of University of Wisconsin Madison students who disbanded after a few shows, zines and cheap recording sessions with a future member of Garbage (!), and would go on to legit academic/art careers and work with such local legends as Killdozer and Tar Babies, one off reunions happen from time to time but no recordings outside of this single, shimmering platter exist. First time reissue of any kind offered up here, and by far the most fiscally sound option, lest youre keen on walking, biking, driving or flying over to Manitowoc, WI to hunt in crusty bins for an OG. And besides, we all know thats not sustainable; do you really think the band that wrote Standing Naked in the Carnival would want such a thing?" --Thomas DeAngelo/ April 2014.
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Artist: MAD NANNA
Title: s/t
Format: 7"
Label: Little Big Chief
Country: USA
Price: $6.50
"Little Big Chief is proud to announce the US pressing of Victoria, Australias Mad Nannas first 7" EP! After a criminally small amount of the initial press on the bands own imprint, Alberts Basement, made it to the sovereign shores, we deemed it necessary to get this in the hands of more willing participants! Comparisons to the rockier side of Shadow Ring, or a looser feeling Icky Boyfriends are apt, but this little sucker really has a feel of its own. Amatuerish in all the right ways. Hand numbered edition of 300." - Little Big Chief.

"..the spuzz theys released on this 7" is a dandy. Even in a country w/a scene thats blowin up like the Oz one is, still aint no one what sounds likeem. Imagine if that band, Even As We Speak was struck by lightnin & on account, forgot alls they ever knew. Upon relearnin to play, theys used a cassette recordin of File Under Pops 7" for inspiration which went beyond therapy n became THE GOAL. It also kinda sounds like a Falling Spikes bootleg what had been caked w/mud & laquered onto vinyl. Definitely Lo-Fi, doubtfully hip. No matter, its still a glass whats half full of lifes lemonade thats sweetern a Soave spritzer. Glug, glug, glug." - Roland Woodbe, Siltblog.
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Artist: MELCHIOR, DAN
Title: Curator Culture Death Epoch Music
Format: LP
Label: Little Big Chief
Country: USA
Price: $14.00
300 pressed. "Dan Melchiors first release of 2013 (I say that with optimism) is bound to confound s much as impress. Haters gwan hate ad infinitum, but even still. The din of annoyance at Dans output by many-a critic is really just the pinched wheezing of prudes, straightenin their periwigs in a last ditch to cover up nervous bald spots. And dont you go joining em; ask me, the good times are just gettin underway.  In the hazy afterburn of The Backward Path, wherein we glimpsed Dan at his most lyrically candid, comes C.C.D.E, where words are half-smothered in the molting earth and linearity is just some other jaunt. Best I can tell, its a backyard wedding of Assemblage Blues and Excerpts & Halfspeeds, with Lard Free and Yuzo Iwata on the brides flank. As you might imagine, the voyage into the sunset of these two involves a roaring mutant chassis and plenty of muddy vistas off the backroads of songform. Is that the Texas outland in the distance? Either way, the geography ahead can only get woolier. But with Dans thoroughly Scotch-taped map at the ready, theres no need to clench yer cheeks. The next turns just up the road a piece, I swear." - Little Big Chief.

Artist: MOUNTAIN CULT
Title: Mountain Cult
Format: LP
Label: Little Big Chief
Country: USA
Price: $15.00
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Straight out of a cultural dead zone, aka Brooklyn, comes a band that defies all half assed attempts at lifeblood leaking, beer soaked, fuggin rock. Seriously, stumbling upon their self released 7" was a jolt, from a part of the world where shit like this shouldnt exist. Blues influenced punk with the right amount of hazy stumble to it that keeps it all coagulated and alive. Edition of 300 with pro pressed jackets." - Little Big Chief


Artist: PETE AND ROYCE
Title: Suffering Of Tomorrow
Format: LP
Label: Little Big Chief
Country: USA
Price: $16.00
One time repress of 500 copies. Remastered by members of Pete and Royce and Officially licensed reissue from MusicBazz. "Ah I remember it well: After a slurry of then-common Rubber O Cement Detroit jammers around the end of the 90s= It was post gig time 2am and the crew was slow moving/ smoke headed and the always pleasant Grux (Rusty) was digging thru the (then slender) Zone Hut lp stacks, mumbling under his breath about some kinda displeasure: The hard low tech hard jamming SHYLOCK s/t was spinning wildly away on the deck- and Grux pulls his cardboard google suit away from his mug and grunts "Progressive rock...nothing but...I HATE IT..." Funny coming from a dude who always called me MONGO to be shocked by the stack of INTELLIGENT rock: but not surprising to get some prime SF street dumpster digging GRIME back at my grill from the PHD of Goofery.... It was that moment I realized "YES" - finally some jammage that not even the JAMMERS like...FREEDOM. I mean prog rock is like the almighy REGGAE to some: those you cant fly on the plane are gonna jam up & grind the engines to a hater-hault: ALL DAY. PROG: Its outsider-outsider music but with CHOPS and CONCEPTS. Anyone can sound like BYRDS but fuck find me a unit FAST that sounds like anyone from the Killer Dutch camp of Cargo, Windy Corner, Cliffhanger, Ahora Mazda, or the grim brillance of the entire Xhol Carvan outputs or the stark and ragged downer Gravestone lp. Even the well knowns: The Nice, Finch, Colosseum, any Vertigo Jammers: yes those have "the aura" to alienate & "fantasy-ize" the internal of your brain-existence....- Ever read Edgar Allan Poe WHILE "Forbidden Planet" is stroking your globes and massaging the electrics in your nug jelly on a long night ALONE and then fell asleep only to dream of HUXLEY? Ever wish Jazz was more.....makeup friendly wi/ dragons with a slight flirt of GLAM? Can you be a loner and draw Dragons? Did you spend your high school years with one thumb in "Maximum Rock and Roll and the other in A Crack in the Cosmic Egg"? Then playboy you are PROGRESSIVE, be proud. So what is this odd rugged looking lp here? This platter has been called the "first" private press Greek prog lp from the "late and weird" period of prog where things were getting softer and more "living room" soft-strange (re: Mexican Scene ala Iconoclasta) and nearly all the raw homemade privates were starting to sound like Jeff Libermans (amazing) "Summertime" jam off his phemon "Synergy" rec- so dont have the 1980 year by Pete and Royce fool yeah: This Greek duo with all sorts of elaborate help are throwing down a wicked and tuneful dose of Cantenbury UK Cressida-slowed downed Gracious!- styled "Steel Mill" English UK worship deal that can fit right next to your Spring reboot and NOT be filed in next to your Socrates, Poll or Blue Birds wrecks.... Organ runs the game here: there are slight flashes of the claustrophobic high end synth lurch to bring/jerk you back to the 80s but the majority of the movements are rich lavish Hammond pensive deals that recall DOM "Edge of Time" as much as they lay lazily in the thick Emerson shadow. Great songs here: In classic PROG style there is a short intro to side two then a lengthy broken up long concept track about "Death and Decay" thatll sink your boat FAST into a pool of complex arrangements and gadgetry: all well played and thought out: nothing on DERAM was this whacked out, not the World Of Oz single played on 16rpm can get this Brit-close..Even somehow with what I image to be a small budget this thing does NOT sound like the 3 Grit Basement attack of the almighty YEZDA URFA: Instead its big clean sound with strong emphasis on the song writing and plenty ohooks/ the heralded "interplay" is kept slightly and subtle in the back rendering. The beyond amazing cover art is gonna draw/line you in but the SONGAGE is gonna keep you on a one year + lease with option to lurk for an Original. There are many reasons to own this Pete and Royce jammer: 1) its the first time its on wax and as close you are gonna get to owning a Oktohxos-label deal w/o having a child JUST to sell on the black market for loot grip and OG- 2)its way better than the follow up "Days of Destruction" - 3)you can leave the cover laying around in your hut/zone next to your old school ANTI HERO sk8 decks so anyone over will be magnetized to the area by the raw homemade brilliance and booosh and instant convo igniter happens 4) if you are new to the Progressive school this is a fine entrance point before you hooked on the real raw shit like Cobra & Spectator Records camp/ or god forbid you will take the leap into the almighty Rock Progressivo Italiano..... So anyway you shape it up having "Suffering Of Tomorrow" your greasy mitts you are already gonna started turning SOMEONE off: but the nectar of which you ween from Pete and his homey Royce will far exceed whatever SUFFERING you are under a spell from....." - John Olson

Artist: TRUE SONS OF THUNDER
Title: Stop And Smell Your Face
Format: LP
Label: Little Big Chief
Country: USA
Price: $14.00
"Time fer some real talk. Ifn the hirsute squad that pillage the junt in Conan had a band, theyd probably sound more like Psychedelic Warlords than the first Cathedral record, nahmean? Well, the barlichood ablutophobes in this TRUE SONS OF THUNDER act done roared over the hills in bout the same way, layin a strip all round town thick n hot enough to stand out in the most post of apocalypses (i.e. Memphis). Still lampin on that Buy button? Havin a crusty mitt in a clutch of other ill-reputed bands in those parts (MANATEES, OBLIVIANS, SHARP BALLOONS, FOUR JOHNS...) mightcould give you a sense of whats in store here. Or maybe you chipmunked away their Spoonful of Seedy Dudes LP for a fortnight-and-a-half of beer sweat and pant stains but just aint got to it? So ya mean to tell me you dont know they got solos that are to Dave Brock and Ron Asheton what Leigh Stevens was to Hendrix? You dont know about the cold-knuckled clubber behind that there kit? For shame, cuz the bedunged heaviness and aboiement that abound all over their discography are herein stretched out and slowed down juuust enough so they can boogie like motherfuckers when they wanna and maybe affix a lil proto to their punk. Theyve also finally put to vinyl a Duran Duran/Black Oak Arkansas medley they been kickin around for years and boy-howdy! Never did I realize how much both songs sounded like Born to Go. THAT and other crumbs is finna get belched out ya brainz quicker than you can say O-Mound. Gird yer bits all ya like; theyre comin for ya either way." -Sebastian Morris-White, Buffet of Loathesome/Fuck You Counselor.
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Artist: XWAVE
Title: Cities In Flame
Format: LP
Label: Little Big Chief
Country: USA
Price: $14.00
"Recorded in 2008. some great guitar heaviness this time around. a few ears have compared the sounds to kray cherubs. i think it hits on the vermonster - "spirit of yma" leanings. either descriptions are a great place to start. edition of 250 with silk screened album art." -Little Big Chief.



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