Albums A seedy lounge with funky signs posted on the walls: The Oedipal Experience… The unanswered call… The babies… A super-saturated doom chorale for crossing over. Initiated on air, a collage of rooms and tones in pursuit of folded time. A noise party for doomsday: shredded strings, electric springs and distorted synths will keep you in rapture cuz you got but two minutes. Troglodyte vamps and footwork skitter move flesh, spirit and circuits in and out of whip-crack kaleidosound. Get down and strip mine the exotic for the erotic. Improvised music for cello and contrabass where rapidly shifting textures give way to harsh noise. Two friends (one recently deceased) undertake a fantastical trek to the save the giant worm. Cinema for the ears…in the Butter World. Long-lost youthful indiscretions, of the mechanical-ambient variety. A portrait of the sound artist as an introverted teenager, twiddling knobs in his parents’ basement. Where extreme metal and noise meet high-energy improvisation, this trio erects a dense and prickly wall of sound–and then topples it on the listener. Bass and alto saxophone improvisations traverse the continuum between eloquent melodicism and weird noises, plus an extra shot of energy from piano legend Anthony Davis. Vertiginous, virtuosic impressions of hotel lounge grooves frame a bestiary of bizarre aural cartoon personalities, plus some fucked-up funk.