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Artist:	AMBERGRIS
Title:	Anti-Matter Alma Mater
Label:	FEEDING TUBE RECORDS
Format:	LP
Price:	$18.50
Catalog #:	FTR 058LP

Vinylization of the superb oddball cassette originally issued by the Potlatch, I Gather tape label in 2008. Ambergris is more or less the solo project of visual artist Matthew Thurber (1-800 MICE, etc.), although he is aided in this instance by Rebecca Bird. The suite of songs presented here is something like a theatrical recreation of one of Thurber's bizarre-world comics. Using voices, Casio, various Garage Band inventions and his own surreal imagination, Thurber takes us to a 10,000 year class reunion of the students of a space/art/science academy, from which our hero may have been physically expelled some millennia earlier. The first side focuses on the storyline, with music taking an incidental role. Something like the radio plays of Firesign Theater, it gets more brilliant as your high intensifies. The flip contains songs which have a vague similarity to some of the antic bands of the SF underground of the mid-1980s, if they had recorded themselves in SF's legendary Musee Mecanique. Housed in a lovely silkscreened cover of Thurberian design, Anti-Matter Alma Mater is the best of comics-based music to have traveled your way since Gary Panter's last LP. Truly whipped. Buy or, uh, die.

Artist:	BUNWINKIES
Title:	Map Of Our New Constellations
Label:	FEEDING TUBE RECORDS
Format:	LP
Price:	$16.50
Catalog #:	FTR 062LP

Beautiful first LP by these Western Massachusetts maestros of the mystery-volk gesture. Named after some well-bred rabbits of Martha Burr Banks' invention, related by birth to Jow Jow The Death Knell Rung, many of the questions here are posed by Beverly Ketch's plaintive vocals, all of them edged with a wide-eyed wonder one would suspect was a ruse if one didn't know her. There is a bit of the campfire to the material's construction, but there's none of the cutsey-pie crap that might seem to infer. Some of the bits ring like a full-fledged folk-rock oyster. Indeed, the vibe is not dissimilar to the work of Barbara & Teri Manning, and the organ backing that pops up here and there is very much in line with the SF sound developed by the Amarillo Records bands and their ilk. Very goddamn elegant, this.

Artist:	HAPPY JAWBONE FAMILY BAND
Title:	OK Midnight, You Win
Label:	FEEDING TUBE RECORDS
Format:	CD
Price:	$13.50
Catalog #:	FTR 063CD

The second LP (fifth album) by this Vermont/Colorado quintet finds them traipsing ever deeper into the kind of mythic American territory we usually associate with bands who view our landscape from far outside its windows. Think of Australia's Triffids or New Zealand's Renderers and cross their brilliant Southern Hemisphere inventions with truths only wrenchable from the heart of the beast. There's a genuine ruralist hoot factor here so smooth that it hits like a ton of silk, but there's enough killbilly undertow to keep everyone standing nervously around that jug of magic moonshine.

Artist:	WILSON, GARY
Title:	Forgotten Lovers
Label:	FEEDING TUBE RECORDS
Format:	LP
Price:	$16.50
Catalog #:	FTR 065LP

First vinyl issue of this collection of rare and unreleased material by one of the most iconoclastic musicians produced by the 1970s. Gary Wilson's 1977 LP, You Think You Really Know Me, is a classic of alternate-universe lounge-wave, and has been cited as choice by everyone from The Residents to Beck Hansen. Forgotten Lovers includes unreleased studio tracks from the same period, subsequent singles tracks, as well as samples of Wilson's pre-You Think You Really Know Me records (a single and an album) which were more in a porn-soundtrack/jazz-funk vein. Gary has reanimated his career in the last decade, and we raise our hats to him for doing so, but this early stuff is really the donkey's eyelids. A classic bizzaro-world blend of various "real people" elements and explosive new wave dynamics. As rich as butter, you'll want to spread this music on your torso to promote tanning.

Artist:	COURTIS/OKKYUNG LEE/C. SPENCER YEH/JON WESSELTOFT, ANLA
Title:	Cold Burn
Label:	FEEDING TUBE RECORDS
Format:	LP
Price:	$18.00
Catalog #:	FTR 069LP

Superstar live drone fiesta time here. Recorded in Oslo, during an Aurora Borealic night of January, 2010, this beauty thrums with a majesty-vibe arising deep from within the earth. Each of the participants has been horn-blown around the globe for mastery of individual string/machine attack. C. Spencer Yeh's violin arcs have powered a million strange improv scenes. Jon Wesseltoft is clearly the king of Norwegian harmonium dudes. Okkyung Lee is a Korean polymath re: formal cello innovations, but her handling of rainbow parallelograms is unequalled regardless of national borders. And Anla Courtis has taken the Argentinean electric guitar to points in space unvisited by any of his countrymen. The two sides of this LP form a brilliant whole. The first is a sequence of small discrete events that cohere because of "fifth mind" dynamic overlays. The second is the seamless contrail of an arrow shot directly into the heart of the sun. Together, they comprise one of the tastiest sessions of motion-as-stasis you will hear in many a dark night. Breathe the deep of the still and buzzing air. Be free and be one.

Artist:	OMNIVORE
Title:	Omnivore
Label:	FEEDING TUBE RECORDS
Format:	LP
Price:	$18.00
Catalog #:	FTR 072LP

First album by Glenna Van Nostrand, a Cambridge, MA-based performance artist obsessed with archaic telecommunication hardware. Using solo vocals run through an old telephone, amplified by a variety of radios, her work creates its own rhythms through hypnotic layering, repetition and the imperfections built into her chosen delivery system. Alternately ethereal and cracked, her performance takes simple kernels of thought and speech, creating mystifying vistas of otherness that hint at the eternal now. The only specific musical accompaniment comes from her use of a telephone's touch pad as a keyboard, but the rich weirdness of her compositions is consistent and dazzling. The album was recorded, mixed, and mastered at Machines With Magnets with Keith Souza and Seth Manchester in Providence. Are you ready for two side-long slices of the Omnivore experience? Get yours now.

Artist:	EGG, EGGS
Title:	The Cleansing Power Of Fruit
Label:	FEEDING TUBE RECORDS
Format:	LP
Price:	$18.00
Catalog #:	FTR 073LP

Despite Matt Krefting's resistance to all things fruity, there is little doubt that these friendly non-mineral, non-animal products of nature have the capacity to flush poisons through our internal trails far better than 'most anything else. Especially eggs. Still, it is an egg that remains Dave "Mr. E. Candy" Russell's muse as he fumbles his way through a vocal universe that is collapsing around his French ears. Something like a cross between Crocus Behemoth, Little Lulu and Colonel Bruce Hampton, Russell is on fire here, his vocals emerging from fruit-caked lips as though they were pearls shot from the buttocks of an all-seeing vizier. What Russell does exactly is hard to say, but its slow-kid, sing-song quality is bizarrely captivating. And the band here is a goddamn all-star Valley ensemble -- Tim Sheldon, Andy Crespo, Brett Robinson, Ted Lee, Vanessa Brewster, John Moloney, Jack Callahan, Ian St. George and special guests -- Matt Valentine, Jeff Hartford, Conrad Capistran and Lisette Lopez. Recorded over the last couple of years in various places around Western Massachusetts, it makes a strong case for Egg Eggs as the most discordian combo in this part of the universe. The comparison your brain will keep returning to is the Hampton Grease Band, updated to shine stylishly in a post-noise-rock milieu. It shares the same mix of brilliance, annoyingness and sheer what-the-fuckery as Music To Eat. And that ain't hay. Nor is it fruit. Hurray!

Artist:	COSMIC HALLWAYS
Title:	Cosmic Hallways
Label:	FEEDING TUBE RECORDS
Format:	LP
Price:	$27.50
Catalog #:	FTR 078LP

Cosmic Hallways is the North by Northeast fire music crew assembled by leader Gene Moore (Prana-Bindu/Hat City Intuitive/Thurston's big brother) for this double sax, guitar axe, bass and drums -- fire music field trip to the Schoolhouse (a former one-room 16th/17th century schoolhouse turned recording studio) in the pleasant Connecticut River Valley farm town of Hadley, Massachusetts. Here, 21st century hot and sauce techniques meet the "how the fuck did people live out here -- and in this house" -- vibe from the late 1600s behind a 15 foot high fence surrounding the one street town from the natives who wanted to fry their children to send the message that's sometimes whispered softly and gently as "get...out..." Anyway, using drums, upright bass, alto & tenor saxes, electric guitar, bells & yelling, the 5 folks on this record invite you to join them for 40 minutes on their sweat-soaked & bone-toked free-fire odyssey to mindframes previously unbeknownst to the assembled. Members include: Gene Moore (guitar, bells); Paul Flaherty (Flaherty & Corsano, alto & tenor sax); Gene Janas (Owl Xounds, upright bass); Jeffrey Hayden Shurdut (alto sax); John William Moloney (Sunburned Hand Of The Man, drums). Recorded at the Schoolhouse by Jim Matus, November 22, 2010. Hand-numbered limited edition of 200 copies.

Artist:	ZEBU!
Title:	Chill Wave
Label:	FEEDING TUBE RECORDS
Format:	LP
Price:	$18.00
Catalog #:	FTR 082LP

Feeding Tube Records is proud to present ZEBU!'s eighth record. The basic duo consists of Steve D'Agostino and Ted Lee, but they are neither averse to allowing guest members to pop in for a few shots, nor are they afraid to allow their releases to follow certain semi-conceptual boundaries. This, this one -- if actually categorizable as anything -- serves as ZEBU!'s surf album. With saxophone by Peter Van Siclen, and bass by either Jonathan Granoff or Stephen Surrett, ZEBU! creates an atmosphere not unlike the woozy venues frequented by Eric Von Zipper in William Asher's mid-'60s series of beach movies. There are a couple of slow tunes tossed in for Annette, but the large part of this stuff is classicist American instrumental ho-daddyism. The structure of the album is typically whacked -- snippets of Volcano Suns-like indie-rock and semi-abstract power blurts pop up here and there -- but the semiotic heft of the record is shockingly straight-ahead. It's almost as though these guys were trying to figure out how to make teenagers spin their pony skirts the way they once did. Catch a wave and you're sitting on top of the world. Honest.

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