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LAUNCH 089EP
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2015 release; previously available exclusively from the Rocket Recordings mailorder service. Brooklyn's peerless experimental rock iconoclasts Oneida have been delighting and perplexing the wider world since 1997, informed by the art-orientated mindset of krautrock, the chutzpah of post-punk, and the radical ethos of minimalism, yet never falling prey to cliché or homage. Here, they use the rhythmically intense mantras of This Heat's "S.P.Q.R." and Chrome's "All Data Lost" as jumping-off points for searing blasts of kaleidoscopic invention and white-hot intensity that destroy boundaries and defy categorization at every turn, adding their own sinister drone-based mantra "Under Whose Sword" for good measure.
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RT 139LP
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"Oneida are a fascinating and frighteningly intense band, mixing distorted electronics with a fluent, dynamic rhythm section. They were formed in 1997 in Brooklyn, New York, and have been a mainstay of the underground scene there ever since, recording numerous cult records over the years, constantly touring America and Europe with their various line ups. The band like to be compared to ESG, Moondog and The Incredible String band, but have actually been compared to Faust, Pere Ubu, the Boredoms, the Butthole Surfers. This 12" remix album on Rough Trade includes the original album version (from Secret Wars) and four remixes by their NYC underground compadres, including hip NYC producer Nicolas Vernhes (of Fischerspooner, Black Dice, Fiery Furnaces fame), Phil Manley (of Trans Am) and The Liars (Mute Records)."
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JAG 038CD
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"Over the course of thirteen months, Oneida made repeated journeys to an array of Colonial-era ruins in the woods of western New England, where they had set up a small mobile recording unit in the midst of the stones. They recorded each of these trips, ending up with a massive trove of tape reels, from which the bulk of this album was distilled. Sounds of the stones and the night woods saturate the recorded music (including the ghostly screech of a barred owl on 'Almagest'), literally and emotionally; the naked, anxious exhaustion, ecstasy, and paranoia that the listener hears are the real thing. Anthem of the Moon is a literal and figurative field recording -- of voices: animal and human, real and imagined, whimpers, moans, screams and incantations. Their trip is no fucking picnic in the meadow -- it's a journey into the stones."
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