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AMETHYST 016LP
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Amethyst Sunset is proud to present the absolutely necessary vinyl version of Aaron Dilloway's Songs About Jason. Originally released in limited edition of forty copies for a solo/duo show with Jason Lescalleet in 2013, the audio has been remastered wonderfully by Jason and pressed to vinyl in an edition of 500. Two side long pieces presented by the Hanson Records master of tape loops build from a disorienting melodic wooziness to a darker ambient drone that leave you drowning with an ear splitting destruction in crystal lake. Black vinyl in antique green paper sleeves.
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TRILOGY 022LP
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"Coruscating cut-ups yanked still dripping and yowling from the belly of the beast. Dazzling and invigorating, scary and discombobulating. 'Psychic driving was a psychiatric procedure in which patients were subjected to a continuously repeated audio message on a looped tape, in order to alter their behavior... often hundreds of thousands of repetitions of a single statement over the course of their treatment. They were also concurrently administered muscular paralytic drugs such as curare... The psychic driving procedure was a chronological precursor to Cameron's depatterning, involving massive doses of ECT combined with similarly large doses of psychedelic drugs like LSD. The intent was to break down the subject's personality -- theoretically psychic driving could then be used with some efficacy in establishing a new personality' (Hanson Records)." Originally released on cassette by Medusa in 2010.
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HN 270LP
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"Alternate version of very limited LP (250 copies) on Japanese label Rockatansky. About 50% of this is actually different & reworked material than what is on the Rockatansky LP. This edition is a one time pressing limited to 500 copies. Recorded 2008 / 2013. Mastered for vinyl by Jason Lescalleet."
"...an amazing LP, with low-level battlefield tectonics and the sound of smeared and tortured magnetic tape coming over like a rusty, Industrial scale take on classic 20th century minimalism. Some of Dilloway's most barbarously vacated drone work here, with intense low-level fireworks reduced to inchoate shadow plays and rolling, planetary scale hypnotics. Then there are moments of glissing, echoing metal tones coming out of silence, suddenly morphing into sad feedback chorales ala Eliane Radigue's early workings but with a crude, lonely aspect that is extremely affecting. One of Dilloway's most personally expressive tone works with intensely sad feedback drones circling wraiths of clanking magnetic tape." ---David Keenan, Volcanic Tongue
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HN 250CD
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"CD edition of 2012's double LP. Tape loops, percussion, synthesizer, junk, voice, and tape FX. Recorded 2008-2011. Edition of 500. Packaged in a poly jewelcase with insert. Every second of this recording contains subliminal messages."
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HN 207CD
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"Digipak CD reissue of my Chain Shot LP which was originally released on LP by Throne Heap. Contains a 28-minute bonus track." -- Aaron Dilloway. "With only tape loops, metal, and horns (and sometimes, it seems, metal on horns) the two side long pieces, 'Chain Shot' and 'Execution Dock' respectively, explore the ugly underbelly of noise before just scraping right through and aiming for the insides. In a genre that has quickly turned into a broad and often inaccurate description of a certain breed of every-man experimental music, Dilloway sticks to the old-fashioned definition of noise, doing battle with the materials in front of him as he continues the construction of his impressive body of work. Dilloway, a former member of noise-titans Wolf Eyes, has recently been releasing solo work that explores much more abstract and thoughtful terrain than his previous group's onslaughts. 'Chain Shot' is more a sound collage than anything, and while it is a heaping glob of muddled debris, it is also a highly controlled one. Looping samples on top of samples, Dilloway builds a slowly encroaching beast before slowly disintegrating it, bone by bone. This is some highly textural and immediately emotive soundscape work. 'Execution Dock' begins with a repeating loop of what sounds like the beginning and the end syllables of some nut's conversation with a lamppost. In the distance sounds a pained song of sorts, like a rodent's death cry, or maybe its birth one. I'm guessing maybe this is the horn, though it would be tough to be certain about much of anything here. Delayed creaks and groans float in and around as the vocal sample dissipates, leaving you sloshing through the mud puddle only to realize that its a tar pit the size of La Brea." -- Henry Smith
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HN 132CD
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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.
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HN 112CD
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"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.
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