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MS 008LP
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"You may think you know something about legendary poet, painter, singer and sculptor Malcolm Mooney and perhaps you do. But until you hear this LP, you are missing what may be the best part of the story to date. Worshipers of the Can's Monster Movie and other recordings from the Mooney years (1968-1970) are legion and we at Milvia Son count ourselves amongst those fans. So we were intrigued when we heard that the Tenth Planet's orbit was once again merging with that of the earth, with the objective this time around to perform only classic Mooney-era Can material. Our toes lifted in our boots when we learned that this incarnation of the Tenth Planet featured the dueling guitars of Stephen Clarke (Arkansaw Man) and Len Paterson (Flowtilla), bassist Peter Conheim (Negativland) and drummer Marc Weinstein (MX-80). And when we eventually heard the music, well, our boots were blown off. We greeted the dawn of another silvery day in the history of West Coast head music: guitar-woven tapestries of molten metal, lubricious rhythms and Malcolm's inimitable vocals lifting everything up into that special sector. The bad politics were erased from our minds. The album includes eight choice tracks culled from two Bay Area shows circa 2010, excellently recorded by Bernice Nippelhalter and pressed onto glorious blue spattered vinyl. Full color sleeves featuring Mal's artwork on the front and back, plus a lyric sheet inside so you can read along with the music (not recommended while dancing). 400 vinyl-only copies for the world, priced for all the music lovers whose dough has not yet hardened."
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MS 005LP
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"The third full length album by 'The Grass,' following 2007's Invigorating Scent LP and the Birth/Death CDR from 2006. Timber Cove is the name of a Pacific Coast outlook off Highway 1, near Jenner, north of Gualala. The mysterious duo's synthesizers, pedals, guitars and amps were taken to the foot of Benny Bufano's legendary sculpture, 'The Expanding Universe,' an 80-foot tall missile-shaped cement monument decorated in mosaic with images of benevolent aliens. Thereafter, the equipment -- and the audience -- was turned on. The first track on the LP, mastered in glorious mono at 45 rpm for maximum impact, transposes Bufano's vision into sound, an analog anthem from deep space designed to inspire sperm whales and giant squid alike to lay down their weapons and fight no more. The small audience (of European tourists?) appears to have been moved. The entirety of side B (33 rpm, wide stereo) consists of 'DMT Elf Blues.' Amidst a disquieting drone accompanied by a languid guitar, the damaged laughter of a clown skull is irregularly audible until ultimately vanquished by plucked strings wafting in from the East. All that remains is a pair of felt boots, a cicada, a whipporwill, and a distant echo. Is this the first businessman's trip to end up in a regional wilderness? We doubt it, but only because we've previously woken in places where we never expected to be unconscious. 300 copies, color sleeves, color insert, priced for the Great Recession."
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MS 004LP
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"Milva Son is pleased to present the first appearance of Bob Frankford on vinyl (along with the simultaneously released track on the label sampler 7"). Other than a handful of pseudonymous cassette micropressings leaked out over the past quarter century, Bob's vision has been, shall we say, strictly personal. In Bob's words: 'At the time, I was deeply immersed in the Basement Tapes, especially the classic boot on Surprise Records, (which still has the best track sequencing of all the various incarnations). I just wanted to sing and play songs like that. And I wanted to be all of the original members of the Dead. I was living in a closet (literally) in an apartment behind the Nottingham co-op in Madison, eating tomato soup and crackers every other day and paying rent with sheets of this ridiculous green gel. My roommate had a dual cassette deck with a mic input. My dad had a cheap classical guitar that I knew he hadn't played for years so I 'borrowed' it and taught myself how to play. I scotch-taped a radio shack microphone to the body and bounced the tracks from one cassette to the other with the microphone input turned on. Some strange things happened, sometimes by accident.' So says Bob, and we are inclined to agree. Some strange things did happen, but perhaps nothing quite so strange as seeing these songs and 'experiments with feedback' made available in the permanent format. The beginning of a long journey, retraced. 300 copies pressed, color printed lyric insert, priced for the Great Recession."
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MS 003EP
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"Just A Little Bit provides an overview of the label's current roster, four tracks clocking in around 9 minutes total, each by a different artist. First up is 'O Carl' by Bob Frankford, recorded during Bob's 'middle period.' Says Bob: 'After the car accident, I was unable to move my fingers or toes for several months. But I could sing and I could play the turntable.' And thus, a song is born. Next we hear from the Korg-abusing electrofreak, Jaki Jakizawa, providing his impression of one of R2D2's greasiest dreams, entitled 'Now You Hate the Swedes.' Side B blasts forth with 'Day Nudes,' a guitar feedback mini-nightmare created by Bad Drumlin Grass as an homage to a few of their southern hemisphere heroes. Concluding the record is the unforgettable 'Little Bit,' sung and strummed by a certain Petomane, a fellow who sounds not unlike Lou Reed doing an imitation of Skip Spence covering Lou Reed. Full color jackets, insert featuring pictures of the artists, 250 copies pressed, priced for the Great Recession."
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MS 002LP
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"The second Bad Drumlin Grass record is the first vinyl release on Milvia Son Records. Way back in July of 2006, Sensei Rebel chose the band's schizophrenic inaugural CDR (Birth/Afterbirth) as his 'Ambient Pick of the Week.' Forsaking the drone (at least temporarily), Bad Drumlin Grass presents two solid sides of junk 'n' roll instrumental freakouts that careen into the void like cigarette cherries dropping into the fake beard of a paranoid neo-folkie where, like Sonny Bono, they just sit there and *burn*. These are not the lost Hams rehearsals tapes. Imagine Richard Thompson and Garth Hudson rehearsing for 10,000 hours and touring with This Heat. This record is the exact opposite of that, except for being recorded live without overdubs. 300 copies for the world."
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