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Artist:	BROTHER JT & VIBROLUX
Title:	Doomsday Rock
Label:	SILTBREEZE
Format:	CD
Price:	$14.00
Catalog #:	SILT 065CD

"In 1997, it's a pretty tall order to name a contemporary with enough panache to carry on the legacy of 'wrecked' pop & Blieb Alien rock left behind by the likes of Syd Barrett, Roky Erickson & sandbox/catshit-era Brian Wilson. Only the name Brother JT comes to mind. From the stretched out zoner wail of his debut LP Descent to the agile, psychedelic strum of Rainy Day Fun, his body of work has been singular, both odd & outstanding, & like the 3 artists mentioned above, unimpeachable. On this new one, he's not only left those guys in the dust, he's even out distanced himself! Concept album is more like it, one that hovers around the Pretty Things amphetamine-fueled S.F. Sorrow, the cheesecake, ass-stuffing, glitter prowess of Ziggy Stardust and the space freak-funk of Parliament's Mothership Connection."

Artist:	EX-COCAINE
Title:	Esta Guerra
Label:	SILTBREEZE
Format:	LP
Price:	$15.00
Catalog #:	SILT 085LP

"Forged in the Garden City (that's Missoula, Montana to you, piker), Ex-Cocaine is the formidable, sneer-wielding duo of Bryan Ramirez (guitars, effects, vocals) and Mike C (percussion, hexes, spells). Their debut LP from 2005, Keep America Mellow (on Ramirez's Killertree label) brought to light heavy august vibes steeped in the tippled, woodbine 'n' cider electro-folk of Michael Chapman, Steve Peregrine Took, Roy Harper, and other more reclusive Anglo biscuit-snuffers whose works haunt the archives of Kissing Spell and Shadoks. On their second effort, Ex-Cocaine throw down hard, evoking a gnarled bonfire with flames that roar thunderously like the detuned, rockist clang of Dead C's Harsh '70s Reality, and burns evenly like the smelted, Rust Belt psychedelia of Stone Harbour's Emerges. Vinyl-only and limited, the sparks are flying off this one already. Catch it if you can."

Artist:	1929
Title:	Last But Not Leased
Label:	SILTBREEZE
Format:	CD
Price:	$14.00
Catalog #:	SILT 100CD

"Brother JT sideman leads his own away-team to the planet's surface, and returns drunk. The sonic, slurring, instrumental tonic they have decided to bottle up and pass off as their own is a dab of Hawkwind, a pinch of Dead C., and a sprinkle of any number of desert rock's heaviest comancheros. You could say it's the finest non-vocal release to pass through the turnstiles since the Smashchords' 12". Or if you weren't born then, how about Earth 2? Say whatever you like. So long as it's not Gone III."

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