SCUMBAG RELATIONS  
   
     Computer v 3.0   c-20   
New forms of dialogue. Expanding upon previous installments. V 3.0 is more spacious. Allowing each utterance to fall into place at a leisurely pace. A somewhat calm conversation.
Each tape is packaged in a found piece of xerox(?) spew/speak. With mirrored acetate j-cards and painted tapes.
Bigfoot is alive and well and living in Tokyo. He spends his time jamming synth and eating sushi. Presented here is a suite consisting of 5 movements. 4 tracks make up the first side with one long track on the flip.
Double-sided full color covers and laser print labels.
Bonus dvd features two no-budget Bigfoot films from the early 70's.
First up, The Girls Virus plays.. "How To Play The Girls Virus". Its a shrieking muffed out ride ala Hoyos esque savage fem rage vocals augmented with synth glorp and sparse drumming. Guacamole K on sampler and synths and Hirano on guitar with HRK on vocals and drums. Two banshee babes in one band! Gutting fellas left and right with their sensual and scorching tongues/fists.
Serenade O'Connor debuts with a recently shaved head and crocodile tears fashioned from close miked snorting and feedback dramatics.
Two 30 minute long mind melters.
Ice Bird Spiral is a duo from the UK. Playing mangled and noxious racket with a smooth flow. They have performed at the renowned Kraak festival in Belgium and shared the stage with Sunburned Hand of the Man.
"This is a single, multi-part Anti-Concept Piece (an UnRock Opera!) that takes the listener on a damaged day-out through a queasy seasick 1950's Brit seaside-town Punch n Judy performance, avant Blues Concrete, wyrmwood-addled monk.psych machine-music, ending in a beautiful accousssssmatic keyboards n cut-ups come-down. Features a special guest-appearance from nightmarish childrens-entertainer Mr. Sausages. You kids'll flip for this...!! " - IBS
Quill Diaper For Dioramic Undulating Mezzanine spews forth the perfect complimentary piece. Stretching the veil and peering through with a frothing wattle full of seared tape juices and mumbled bufotenin pancakes. Heckling a perforated expanse of glowing emptiness made swampland drool warble.
Full color collage covers and labels.
Violin and flute drones. Mournfully lost free form channeling the crystalline haze. Reminiscent of some weeping / sweeping samurai film soundscapes, songs of the humpback whale and even parts Jodorowsky score. Going from zen drone to achingly sorrowful moans and back again. Speckled with sparse intuitions of silent know-how. Slow motion pacing that seems to actually elongate the moment. Absolutely stunning moves. Khoury is part of the Siege Machine ensemble along with John Olson, Ben Hall, Jason Shearer, Mark Sawaski and Joel Peterson.
On the flip is a three part excursion from Laundry. Recorded inside a dryer. Percussive, vocal and calls for the snood.
Third in a series of several long form / wave / drone studies. Minimal processing was used on this installment. Recorded in real time.
Pure tonal examinations which are intended to correspond with fellow volumes. Each Weavings installment is interchangeable and can be played simultaneously with as many or as few other installments as desired.
Packaged in clear slim-line cases with double sided laser print covers and glossy labels.
Fourth in a series of several long form / wave / drone studies. Minimal processing was used on this installment. Recorded in real time.
Examinations of the correlation of various wave and tonal forms which, when played simultaneously on separate systems, create the illusion of something more intricate and engaging than when left to function on their own.
Packaged in clear slim-line cases with double sided laser print covers and glossy labels.
Equal parts percussive/tape study. Recorded on the fly as a way to stave off boredom while locked in an empty printing studio with high sealings and the wide open-air sound of a room full of possibilities, yet rarely engaged. Gathering a small assortment of "percussive elements" I proceeded to "study" them.
45 odd minutes were laid to glass. Sounds were created using: spatula tubs of paint metal bowls cabinet and lids hinges and handlesNext I examined some even more free-form objects, loosely percussive but also expanding into field recordings and ambient textures. acetate fractured stone levigator hose and sink
Double-sided black and white covers and glossy labels.
Sounds of ventilation synthesization. Peering into the vast darkened circulatory system of an ancient architectural conundrum. A multifaceted experimental procedure.
Culled from a week long installation. Sounds were played night and day in the company of living/breathing human guinea pigs. Over ten hours of documented sound. The final version
presented here is four and a half hours long. Hence the dvd-r as medium of choice used for this presentation.
Double-sided covers and glossy labels plus an insert detailing the vents themselves.
Bleak washes of saturated tape and looping tones. Decayed cobalt crackles under the stairs. A metamorphosis of captured states of erosion. Combined in parts with deep space synth stylings ala Nelhybel.
Packaged in clear slim-line cases with full color double sided covers and glossy labels.
A seemingly carefree day at the carnival takes a rotten turn after a creepy stranger force feeds you some funny tasting candy whilst riding the carousel. Queasy and sickened mindsets wash over you and creaking foul loads of confusion engulf. Minutes seem like hours as you're trapped on this never ending ride. Bleary minded, you notice some foam at your lip and realize you are looking up from the ground near the carousel. The crowd passes slowly by without taking much notice but your brain continues to seize and that horrible feeling won't go away.
You drift into a unconsciousness.
Next thing you know...
Someone is drooling in your ear hole. A distant female voice is lulling. The hiss and croak of your crumpled brain bag. A beautifully scummy incantation. There is most definitely someone fucking your audial crevice now. Its weird. Violently passionate burbling love juices force their way deep into the ear drum. Jesus, you think as you begin to enjoy it. What have I come to?
Packaged in a handmade oversized envelope made of marbled peach paper. Individually machine sewn with paste on full color cover and an insert.
Packaged in clear slim-line cases. Double-sided laser print covers and glossy labels.
Packaged in clear slim-line cases. Double-sided laser print covers and glossy labels.
Processed guitar sessions recorded live in July of 2009 at The Fertile Yak in Morris, IL.
Watercolor cover art by Sir George Double Eww Myers.
Also included with each cassette is a b+w xeroxed mini zine featuring Mr. Gas Can's summer themed photography.
   
  
Packaged in clear slim-line cases. Double-sided laser print covers and glossy labels.
Thorough investigations of hidden and accidental sound structures. The voice of the computer emerges. (v2.0)
Noise is everywhere and it is speaking to you!
  
 
"A little ball made of a hard substance (as glass) and used in various games"
"A thick sticky solution of sugar and water often flavored or medicated"
On the flip side is a multi-layered rhythm meditation realized using an early nineties Yamaha keyboard.
  
 
Sounds for nursing homes in 2938.
Gather your space walker and future oxygen and collapse on the floor. Snack time echos and bingo reverberations will never be the same.
Forget about new age and absorb some old age.
Includes such classics as: Sponge Bath In Zero Gravity, Catheter 3000 Boogie Doo-wop, Tap Dance On The Moon, Powerchair Time Machine, New Jack Drain, Wandering The Halls (On Venus), and many many more...
Is elevator still a genre?
Packaged in an envelope with a paste on found photo of an elderly couple.
  
 
And those devices could predictably be used daily, in a symphonic way.
So presented here are those ways of dabbling in sounds of shoppe with test tube classifications.
Recommended enjoyment levels can be reached during a fast car ride down the Cliffs of Moher.
  
 
Clothes sewn from vomiting paramecium shell crawlers.
Sphagnum barks wrinkle herbaceous panty stain.
Medicated indifference and absolution through next level nonsense. Knowing what the make-up box contains.
Conniption washes like turtle flipper residue over masked sky renderings on a silent brothel thigh.
  
 
Painstaking stop and start rewind motives serve to induce slap happy cathedral crustaceans to whimpering puddles of myrrh.
Contained within an inverted pinstripe umbilical lavage, there shines an amorphic key made of killer whale teeth.
I saw the surly beasts penetrate the nearly two foot thick ice with their enormous heads, and with beady eyes aflutter, they attempted to devour our sled dogs. Luckily they got bored and moved on.
  
 
Trio jams featuring a 12 year old improv prodigy on piano and wood flute.
With no knowledge or concern for current stylings, the piano was laid to waste as a 45 minute straight to tape freefall ensued.
Comparisons are all over the map, La Barbara on quaaludes with a cleft asshole hangs upside down and naked while a lobotomized Rudy Grey and Sumner Crane attempt to recreate their dual piano moves. Van Vliet's melting guts crawl under the garage door and try to inseminate a child's electric stove toy with a crossbow.
Geriatric cabaret beheaded by burning Ferrari.
Side A = warmup. Side B = blastoff.
Recorded on chrome cassettes in Illinois and mastered at The Pomeranian Wind Sled in Minneapolis, MN.
  
Windows 95. MS-DOS. Becoming aware. Self regulating systems. A circulatory system within a circulatory system within a circulatory system ad infinitum.
The mind is a computer. Everything is information. Regardless of format. It was information before it entered your brain. It was information when it left your brain and went through your fingertips or vocal chords or ass or foot or breast or ear. To say "Hello" is to channel information.
Information begets information. The human mind has externalized information into the form of a computing system which is now becoming aware in its own right.
Getting high without drugs. Synchronicity in all things. Fractal realizations. Strange dreams.
"Every quarter someone drops in the street is the right quarter for the one who picks it up." - Kindred
  
 
More circulatory systems embedded within seemingly lifeless structures.
Pulsing, sputtering globs of rapidly vaporized liquid spewing from ancient tubes.
  
 
Still others will flail wildly in appreciation of undercurrents of regulatory imbalance. And appear tearful when presented as such.
Phlegm is the original electric guitar.
  
 
A printed list of attachments and non-attachments used may or may not be included with this cassette.
See also, Obscene Caller "Hair and Napkins" 60 minute cassette, recently issued via the Ozonokids label of the greater Barcelonian territories. Which will most certainly include a list of sounds heard.
  
 
Recorded straight to tape recently in a nearby park. The Indian summer in Minneapolis drew many people out of their homes and jobs to wander aimlessly through the streets and parks. Sometimes robbing eachother at gunpoint. Other times, as this recording reveals, relaxing in the park and belting out some squeaky saxaphone blues. The squirrels didn't mind, until the sax dude would let off an accidentally shrill squonk. However, a few squirrels, birds, people pretending to be blind and talking really loudly to eachother, and other afternoon park-time detritus can be heard throughout.
The day was relatively warm and sunny, with a bit of wind noise and traffic hum which can be heard on this recording as well.
A nap was taken as the tape reels rolled. However, the recordist was not robbed.
It should be noted that there is a lo-fi quality to this tape, the sax man was roughly 50 yards away from the recording device, and so his notes and shreaks flow in and out of conciousness and hearing range.
Hence, the great quality for potential napping (or even a slight zoning out) while listening to this cassette.
  
 
"A five-foot dirt mound and a four foot climb to the seat place the viewer well above native garden home."
The name was chosen prior to google checking the synchronistic thinkers world wide. Miraculously we found a fellow Old Ager who just happened to be tapping into similar mind-expanding territory as we.
If you are able to enjoy this tape while perched upon a piece of actual elevated furniture, we are certain that the increased physical height will create an excellent listening atmosphere.
However, listening to elevated furniture while actually sitting upon elevated furniture is not required.
  
 
Sounds of lotions. In all their slurping, glurping glory.
Low to medium viscosity topical preparation / emulsion.
Soothing, smoothing, moisturizing, and protecting.
Can also be used to aid massage, sexual foreplay or masturbation.
  
 
Cover photo by full-time dreamer Angela Jane.
  
 
Excellent cruisings of dense crust and wide open synth meditation mixed with dosed vocal drone.
Cover artwork by Hector.
  
 
Somethings coming unglued but your flu encrusted brain sac just burst a leak and you're clamoring to pick your glands off the floor when you realize you're still dreaming.
That's just the beginning.
Flip over and ruptured sac fluid numbs your senses and you feel trapped inside a styrofoam eel.
Gargling saltwater. Brain bubbles. Instant medicine head.
  
 
Dispelling the rumor of something long forgotten. Frondheim Gearhart is this years smash sensationalist pro expo gardener with all the bells and whistles attached with a hot glue gun, certain to make you feel at home and as comfortable as humanly possible in these difficult economic times.
"Totally bloody weird tape on Scumbag Relations.... sounds like Ikue Mori jamming with Demons in a biscuit-tin. Makes no sense at all. It's awesome." - alt.vinyl
  
 
Raw, unfettered emotions gush to the forefront and leave you breathless.
Magical renditions of all your favorite chart toppers.
Includes cracked versions of Fly Me To The Moon, I Will Survive, Can't Fight This Feeling, Touch Me and many more.
  
 
Weirdo family album from 1976 where faithful father Rudy and his three sons Roger, Ricky, and Randy and two daughters Lisa and Vicki all jam on harmonicas.
Heavy locomotion jams with all the trimmings...somebody plays drums.
This is the true harsh 70's reality.
  
 
     Bigfoot   c-45   
     Heloise Girls Virus / Serenade O'Connor split   c-45   
     Ice Bird Spiral / Quill Diaper For Dioramic Undulating Mezzanine split   c-60   
     Mike Khoury with Jason Murphy / Laundry split   c-30   
   Audial Weavings Vol. 3   cd-r     
   Audial Weavings Vol. 4   cd-r     
   Percussive Elements In Non-Standard Time   cd-r     
   Duct Air   dvd-r     
     Emperor Gum cd-r     
     Kommissar Hjuler und Frau "Scumbag Selections"   cd-r   
     Video Loops Vol. 2   dvd-r   
Second in a series of digital video loops. This one clocks in at 1 minute 29 seconds. Great for de-programming. Leave it on all day and night, you'll feel better already.
     Video Loops Vol. 3   dvd-r   
Third in a series of digital video loops. This one clocks in at 1 minute 15 seconds. Great for de-programming. Leave it on all day and night, you'll feel better already.
   Land Iguana Sessioneers   2x c-32     
   Sam Gas Can "Summer of Sam"   c-30     
   Jungle Gym Vaginas "Crest of the Doll Hair"   c-45     
  
   Hypnagogic Pipe Smokers "Bus Stop Telepathy"   c-32     
   Video Loops Vol. 1 "Salad"   dvd-r     
   Computer "What Was Computer?"   c-20     
   Electromagnetic Inebriation Consulate   c-32     
   Marble In Heavy Syrup   c-32     
   Bert's Professional Drain "Music For Nursing Homes"   2xc-45     
   Symphonique Shoppe   c-32     
   Whimpering Bogs "Pear, Paramecium, Pandemic"   c-45     
   Sea Potato "Somersault In A Pair Of Long Gutters"   c-45     
   Storage Unit "Fertile Yak Sessions"   c-45     
   Computer "No Computers Were Used In The Making Of This Computer"   c-20     
   Sounds Of Thee North American Radiator (Sounds Of Steam)   c-32     
   Wrest Höm "Phlegmy Apparitions"   c-45    
   Obscene Caller "Attachments"   c-32    
   Sax In The Park   c-20    
   Elevated Furniture   c-45    
   Lotion "Vacuoles Muove Through Sitting Velcro Deliriant"   c-20    
   Paruvi Ormada   c-45    
   Mindload "Different Plug"   c-30    
   Obsidian Cocks / Brain Tumor "Obsidian Tumors"   c-20    
   Frondheim Gearhart "In Elegiac Broccoli"   c-45    
   Mr. Sax and the Single Girl "Memories"   c-40    
   Rudy Varju Family 'In Harmonica Stereo'   c-30    
   Bergie Seltzer "Marooned"   c-32