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Artist:	DILLOWAY, AARON
Title:	Boggs Vol. 2
Label:	HANSON RECORDS
Format:	CD
Price:	$9.00
Catalog #:	HN 112CD

"Boggs Volume 2 is a collection of two long out of print CDR's from Wolf Eyes member, Aaron Dilloway. This new release contains, in their original entirety, the Seizure CDR released by Hanson and the Appalling & Alive 3" CDR released by Chondritic Sound. 'Hound Dog Guy Still Alive' Boggs? What the fuck is that? It's a lake filled with witch urine, the real scary type. Three parts expired turpentine, two parts glow-in-the-dark ghost pee & the murky rest filled the reel to reel scrape dust from a light-free candled basement. The soundtrack? This Brighton-born-alien-bird-celled-creature, Aaron Dilloway. Dude's intense, but drunk in a moldy cellar you can tip him upside down to get the change he owes you. Awesome sounds/primitive shit that smart types try to capture in academic wooden hideaways but end up sounding like Paul K & Weathermen. He is for real. These tracks lead to goblin hell that is a broken train built on years of instinct, beer, horror & intimacy. His tape & electronic work is nearly peerless, save for Santa Claus' Black Gnome label cassette catalog. Pumping this serious Michigan shit on a half-mooned night will result in your blood planning a meeting to infect your brain with a mock party of jellied-filled balloons that when popped, turn your sanity into a maggot feeding frenzy while singing backwards to a Pepsi half-time ad. Seriously! These transparent audio diaries have been originally released in different forms. Who cares? Count your fingers instead. In life you have two choices: Stop and Be Rad or Stop Being Rad. Aaron 'Night Fighter' Dills been doing his own thing since shorts were baggy & Stephen King was the master musician of horror. Be happy you have two rare boys in one bomb package. Spend the rest of your heart-blood pumping time searching for the third Los Tammies wax while getting to the bottom of Boggs Vol. 2 human tape message time eating symphonies. A one-man stereo Desert Barn Stormer. The only & best 'people person' of horrible noise. I should know, I have been in nearly every possible good & bad situation with him from rock fights, underage beer blowouts, and 13 years in basements. A mangy man of many talents, hear the one in your claw-fist then check out our funk band Stupid Goose. You can wave at the UPS guy but he is still gonna deliver a box of razor babies to you. Local hip hop? Will take Rock Bottom over Slum Village any day of the week, he's' just .. I dunno ... harder...." -- John Olson.

Artist:	DILLOWAY, AARON
Title:	Beggar Master
Label:	HANSON RECORDS
Format:	CD
Price:	$12.00
Catalog #:	HN 132CD

CD issue of first full-length LP by ex-Wolf Eyes member Aaron Dilloway. Recorded in Kirtipur, Nepal, March 2005. Originally released on LP limited to 300 copies. Tape manipulations, feedback, crude field recordings, & Nepali dirt. "Side 'Beggar Master' is like a video game of a brick wall chasing a 300 pound wobble legged mosquito. High feedback intercepted by sliding horizontal pile of bricks. Beating thud heart with some open holes in the side corresponding to sludge lake bug liberation. Pumping muscle disorders team up with mud and dirt bubble bath to make larvae spawn engine. Whir and blur background mechanical swamp. The end of the 'Beggar' side cuts off immediately just as you think the whole mess of introduced sound is going to rise up and start knocking down buildings. You can hear the displaced air of the kong leg lifting and zip! The 'Prayer Flush' side starts off as a homage to prehistoric Raptors vs. the Soccer Thugs of Britain. Whistles, bites on the ass, distorted knee scrapes highlight various parts of the first few mins of screaming melee. This fades into some drawn out electro fry. The sound that no living being can stand up to: deep long forked tongue death. Hum of the end. Then the New Blockaders on the Thalid-O-Kid interrupt to make a canal of tumbling pile of canned garbage flowing into a heightened snow storm of singing trident lava-needled record players. Welcome here all trashit, submit your excessive horrible souls to our torture disparagement! If you listen close enough you might be able to hear the behemoth garbage truck rolling up everything into a black hole rear compartment. Background Killoway with his garbage can lid crook pointing the way into vortex nothing. Canned fuzz drops dead after the tidal bleach hand eliminates all movement. If you've heard it all from the Christians how scary the sounds of hell will be, you can hear from Killoway's field recording how your garbage is being treated once it's putrid soul is released. Definitely a mood soundtrack for oblivionic conoise-suers with plans to ride the flume to hell." -- Bonnie Banks, Brutal Sound Effects.

Artist:	DILLOWAY, AARON
Title:	Chain Shot/Execution Dock
Label:	THRONE HEAP
Format:	LP
Price:	$17.00
Catalog #:	THOS 001LP

"'Pirates In Care of the BEING' Dilloway, Tapes, and Delay: Pirates, Rotten Teeth, and Treasure. All go hand in hook hand. AAARRGGHHHHHHH! This new platter by Rad Dad Dilloway is full of buried gold, or rather tape heads covered in used ancient kitty litter, whose decoded message leads you to the audio gold pit hidden deep within the tape loops. Chain Shot is my inzano pick of the thick Dillo discography. It's way relaxed and weirdo. I mean, if you cut a circle-ish shape out of wood from a haunted pirate boat, tied a human bonechain around it and dragged it on the surface of the ocean around the world four times, buried into hot sand for 1000 years and then stuck it on your turntable... it wouldn't sound any different. 'Chain Shot' is an oddity cause the tapes provide the pacing, you tell by the woodpecker attack (or a pirate tapping against glass before they raid your peaceful vessel) near the middle section of side one and the ENDLESS churning loop at the end of 'Execution Dock.' Add a dash of Thighbone Horn wail here and there, find the rarest homemade mixers and loop machines from 1943 and the recipe could be this LP which is also known as 'THREE MEDIATIONS FOR THREE TAPE LOOPS WITHIN SLO MIND.' After jamming this mutha a bunch, I found it fit well into a lot of house-moods: i.e., vacuuming, sewing, power doodle sessions, convincing your spouse there ain't magic gremlins who clean the house while she sleeps the day away, candle burning, shit-everything. Could this be a mature Dilloway? Hell gnaw, this sound disc is still teetering on a restless energy ocean -- just mad focused and... simple... direct... like a checking account based on pirate bones and jugs of fermented PEE WINE. 'Chain Shot' has a lot of depth to it -- it's as much DROLL YANKEE as it is BLACK GNOME... shit, I can easily file this wax in my environments/CBS Library/machine sound/rail road noise/animal sounds/nature LP section (which is AS BIG as Dilloway's, if you take out the military boot camp sound section) and it would fit right in. It's a BOAT OCEAN LURKING FRIGHTMARE LP. Like when a crazy old boat goes on some crazy old mission and it get frozen in the ocean near the North Pole, the crew runs outta food and sees nutzo ICE PIRATES circling the ship slowly in the freezing mist. Close your eyes, let your rat mind take off on its own weirdo adventure. I'm mad stoked this Dilloway LP is pressed on wax forever, cause now that quicksand is extinct apparently... I can still just jam 'Execution Dock' at 4:00 AM on a lonely winter night and sink slowly in the MSG-ridden HISS crawling within the rotten grooves... and disappear without a trace. FOUR STARS AND AN EYE PATCH!!!" --Coorz The Spartan, Winter '07

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