pop029 – Blast & The Detergents – Time Takes A Beating


Blast & The Detergents.
Time Takes A Beating.
Edition of 100.
$5.00. SOLD OUT.

One-off collaboration between veteran St. Petersburg spazzcore outfit and glitch enigma Rate Of Decay. Not a remix album in any traditional sense of the word, as there are no concessions to the politics of dancing, this is instead body music of an altogether more disciplined, unrelenting sense. Rate of Decay remakes and remodels every since track from “Time Misses A Beat” from the ground up, remaining true to the spirit of the original, while twisting the form beyond all recognition. We don’t need no fascist groove thing.

pop024 – Jay Peele – Singing Bowls


Jay Peele.
Singing Bowls.
Edition of 20.

$5.00. SOLD OUT.

“I have always been intrigued by singing bowls. It was not until April of 2012 (at the Wanee Festival) that I purchased 2 hand hammered bowls. The woman explained to me that the bowls are made in India and contain 7 different metals. I spent hours playing all the bowls that were displayed and finally settled on 2 which seemed to speak to my heart and root chakras. I’ve played the bowls in yoga classes but also at “noise” shows to provide a healing energy and cleanse the palette (ears). Thanks to popnihil I have transferred these vibrations to magnetic tape and sincerely hope these sounds will provide focus and clarity for the cluttered modern mind. Namaste.” – Jay Peele

Ethereal drones and infinite pulses worthy of LaMonte Young, Brian Eno, or E.A.R. No manipulation or looping. Heal thyself.

pop021 – Baptizer – Futile Invocations


Futile Invocations.
Edition of 20. SOLD OUT.

“Futile Invocations is a mixture of older (around a decade old) and new material. I have mixed old and new material together before, but in this case the older material consists of tracks originally intended to be demonic in character. On one track an entirely staged invocation of Astaroth is sampled from a b-movie, whereas on another track I recorded my own literal invocation of Usiel, originally derived from the works of Heinrich Corneliua Agrippa. Since my conversion and the subsequent development of Baptizer, I had not thought of using these recordings, but as I began to form other political and religious statements in new tracks, I viewed these older invocations in a new light. In Futile Invocations, I would like the listener to consider connections between invocations of ‘lesser spirits’ and themes invoked in other tracks, such as veneration of a political leader or faith in a failing political system. People acquiesce and assign dominion to other entities everyday in our contemporary monoculture, entities that do not appear to be spiritual or occult in nature, but which might be even more destructive than an immediately recognizable symbol of evil. Beware of the authors of deception!” – Baptizer

pop016 – Voids – Burial In The Sky


Burial In The Sky.
Edition of 50. SOLD OUT.

VOIDS is the solo project of Jon Thoreson. Branching out from his earlier noise and drone roots, Burial In The Sky is VOIDS’ most coherent and diverse artistic statement yet; a collection of musical movements that embrace emotional extremes ranging from the ethereal drift of Labradford to the more punishing trudge of Godflesh, but stripped to their base elements. To achieve this wider-ranging sound Thoreson has enlisted an all-star group of collaborators, including noise legends PBK and Robert Turman, Chelsea Wolfe bandmate Ben Chisholm/Revelator, and even Jarboe (Swans)! Burial In The Sky is an hour’s worth of subtle, multilayered music that is just as likely to leave you with a lump in your throat as it will erase pain and fear as you slowly accept thee infinite.

pop015 – The Mold – The Mold


The Mold.
The Mold.
Edition of 20. SOLD OUT.

Teenagers from Mars! And they don’t care! The Mold make some of the best music Jacksonville, FL, has to offer: a seamy, blown-out roar that owes as much to garage rock as it does to hardcore and new wave. Every time I listen to this cassette I like a different part of the Mold’s Music best. Sometimes it’s Ryan Johnson’s Keith-Moon-esque drum assault; or it’s the snotty-ass delinquent vocals, delivered through what must be a maze of effects pedals; maybe it’s the Geezer Butler-meets-Dukowski basslines of Jason Tylenol Jewell; on particularly good days it’s even LaMar Drue Carden’s scuzzy keyboard runs. Regardless, The Mold have condensed all of their strengths into fourteen minutes of sugarfixed trashpunk, two songs of which are Redd Kross covers, and one of which is the soon to be immortal “Black Pope.” The tape is snot-green and repeats on both sides, just like Reign In Blood. Dig in.

* Cover photo by Winthrop Fist.

pop014 – Game Show – The Worm


Game Show.
The Worm.
Edition of 30.

The Worm is the audio equivalent to a line drawn in the sand that separates people who say they like weird music and people who REALLY like fucked-up music. It’s not an easy listen. With hardly any discernible percussion at all, the “music” of The Worm is the contents of a mix tape reversed and sped up, and that’s it. Over that, Game Show* wildly free associate hidden truths and dark urges. Patterns emerge and then disappear, and there are some of the most profound lyrics I’ve EVER heard buried amidst truly ugly and sociopathic sentiments. The best part of The Worm is the vocal styles of the two: Josh Touchton delivers his words in a deep slur that sounds as if the tape is malfunctioning, while Zach Ferguson has a more strident bark, combined with one of the more distinct Southern accents in all underground music. Game Show pass the mic back and forth, red-eyed and bleary, trading verses on and on into infinity.

* Game Show is the (non) hip-hop project of Josh Touchton (Virgin Flower/National Dairy) and Zach Ferguson (Baby Ghost).

pop012 – Encounters – Rooms


Edition of 50.
$5.00. SOLD OUT.

Encounters is the continuing collaboration between members of Jacksonville-based dark lords NRIII and Husere Grav. Rooms is the result of an inspired improv session twisted and altered beyond all recognition, thirty minutes of blackened ambience and electronic regrets. The listener is left with no easy answers. Edition of 50; 25 red cassettes and 25 blue cassettes.