John Chick - Hippie Histories
Hans Plomp/Mutantra - Prophecies & Spells
Amanita Vulva - Dwellers of kleine eiland
Poetry Broadsides: Bart sloow, Ira Cohen, Hans Plomp, Anne Collet, Louise Landes Levi
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Monday, June 22, 2015
Sloow Tapes - CS 40
Never before published interview with Patti Smith by Michael Köhler from ’77 in which she talks about her influences and the art of performance. As an added extra there is her full performance at P78, in Paradiso. Cover by Harry Hoogstraten. Edition of 100 copies.
Raising Holy Sparks
Old Times & End Times
Sloow Tapes - CS 40
Psych folk drone music by David Colohan lost in the mists of time. Featuring Alison O’Donnell of Mellow Candle fame. 80 copies.
"Psych folk drone music by David Colohan lost in the mists of time. Featuring Alison O’Donnell of Mellow Candle fame." -- on the face of it, OLD TIMES & END TIMES is hardly anything like the RAISING HOLY SPARKS works i'm familiar with, which admittedly is far fewer than i should be, my primary point of reference is FOUR SACRED MOUNTAINS which flew under my radar in 2013 via AWKWARD FORMATS as a double cassette box set, which i loosely described to a friend as "kinda like if NATURAL SNOW BUILDINGS ate STARS OF THE LID and belched this out" - meanwhile OT&ET washes up on the shore of otherworldly folk where trails blazed by folks like BEN CHASNY and PHIL ELVERUM are now found abandoned and overgrown, so it forges its own way through the wilderness with some shimmering psychedelic drone that fortuitously washed up alongside, and some male/female vocals that at times recall BIG BLOOD - it's not what i expected, but fantastic nonetheless(Psi Lab)
Hans Plomp - Mutantra
Prophecies & Spells
Sloow Tapes - CS 70
Mid-eighties recordings by Dutch poet and writer Hans Plomp together with musicians and friends. Hans was involved in the Provo movement of the sixties and later on he squatted a village near Amsterdam with friends called Ruigoord, which still exists today. He is also an expert on psychedelics, hence his book 'Uit Je Bol' is a cult classic in The Netherlands. This tape features him reading his poems in English and Dutch. Also included is a recent scandalous interview. 100 copies.
Dwellers of Kleine Eiland
Sloow Tapes - CS 40
Psychedelic improv band from Brussels featuring Bart Sloow, angoulème oridian, Bear Bones Lay Low, Weird Dust and Bonzai Tarzan. Free your fungi mind! Handmade covers, all different. Edition of 100 copies.
"improv band from Brussels featuring Bart Sloow, angouleme oridian, Bear Bones Lay Low, Weird Dust and Bonzai Tarzan. Free your fungi mind!" -- a suggestive play on amanita fulva which is a mushroom (in the section vaginatae no less) that is one of the few edibles in the amanita genus, but don't let that wiki regurgitation fool you, DWELLERS OF KLEINE EILAND is some seriously potent stuff, drawing deep from the wells of ASH RA TEMPEL and CAN, establishing an organic mystic psychedelic sound, smoked out as all get out and nurtured on the freeform freakouts of RED KRAYOLA, riding the same vibes as HERBCRAFT, MENDOCINO and VON HIMMEL, while the track "lepista nuda" hints at a soft spot for ALICE COLTRANE's JOURNEY IN SATCHIDANANDA (i mean, who doesn't have a soft spot for that one?), while the finale "free your fungi mind" channels the VELVETS "european son" - of course none of this comes as a surprise if you're familiar with, well SLOOW TAPES in general, but in particular band members BART SLOOW and BEAR BONES LAY LOW by way of SYLVESTER ANFANG - all preconceptions are in play here on this supergroup's debut (?) that exceeds all expectations from the moment i first laid eyes on the artwork til my tape deck clicked announcing the end of side 2 (Psi Lab)
Some of my favourite-ist ever releases sound like a few friends jamming thru borrowed amps n shit while sinking some small bottles of lager or dark beer and sharing a couple Js, because, basically, that is exactly what they are. Basement Friendship. Fuck the moaning Anti-'Amateurism' // “this music lacks ambition” Brigade: this is where the real work gets done. Everything else is – as wonderful as it might sound in head and ears (; and as much of a fan I might be of SARM WEST or Steve Lipson's 80s-Prog-Pop engineering) – artifice.
Playing this tape a LOT, round n round – snap the tape back in and Replay, you old fucker – last couple days while painting Kid Kid Shirt's bedroom skirting-board (non-huff paint, btw, kiddies) – “Dad, your music sounds weird,” yells 11yr-old younger sister / My Other Daughter from out on the landing b4 retreating to autotunepoptasticgoogletabstreamzone – and, yeahr, I deeclare this css: dead good.
Screw Punk Rock: music endlessly declares its own Year Zero, day-in / day-out, and this, dear reader, is merely part of its eeeeternal basement-facing self-reinvention; a constant re-routing of The Real from the ground-up.
((man, the batteries on the tape-player just wore 'emselves out, so the music nodded'd-off in a suitably Eccojam // Vaporwave sloooowexit from its own spare-room micro-economy; well, one of the players was Bart Sloow, so should I be surprised?)).
*inserts fresh batteries*
First track, side one, starts relatively unpromisingly (to ye unbelievers, I'm sho') – just a group o'pals trying to figure out the 'rules' of today – it don't quite work (bashin' the drums and shit), but a few minutes into the jam they settle down, find each others' measure (it's how it works, see?) and the good shit sloowly unfolds. If it sounds like Silvester Angfang (Mk1) it's because / in spite of the fact that this bunch includes a coupla (funeral) folks / pals from Sylvester Anfang II. (Confused? You will be). After an initial burst of restless franticness n equipment / mettle-testing, this wiiinds down into a niiiice dirgeful waaay-post-VU methodronepsychgrooove: bootifool graveyard-bothering miserabilist minorchord nod music (with titles to match!): bloody LOVE it. There's one or two moments where the postponkghosts of PiL or Crispy Ambulance emerge for a mo or two, but it mostly echoes NY lofts 66-71 w some bongo-free euro-commune jams thrown in. A couple tracks sound ((unsurprisingly), like disk two of Yeti; or that fabulous (untitled) Siloah album (tho nothing could really sound that good – but they try...).
The real magic unfolds on Side Two. Damn you, you Flemmish, crypt- and barge-dwelling bastards: the music unpeeeeels itself like rotten wallpaper scraped away revealing a secret world behind yr own rusting wallhung radiator. It's like The Borrowers, except they all look like fucking tiny John Cales and are ripped on half-forgotten forestdrugs known only to elderly, 80something Russian mushroom-picking haags. The Mark Fishers of this world might find this sort of music emblematic of some form of passive 'defeatism' – a retreat from the World's 'real' challenges – but I think it is the exact opposite: a sloow resistance that circumnavigates the years; a secret baton that is passed across the generations with a nod, a glance and a Minor Third chord. “Don't care if you don't get it...”
Magic is made daily in bedrooms and cellars and spare rooms on borrowed drums and barely-understood guitars. Magic is made, constantly, with our hearts and thoughts and heads, through shared sounds, grins, meals and big hearts; it is skinned-up hourly on gatefold covers, glimpsed thru YouTube clips of half-forgotten German / Dutch / Danish / Welsh bands...
It doesn't matter if you don't 'get' that.
We do. (Kid Shirt)
Friday, April 17, 2015
Blood Clot In The Brain
Sloow Tapes – CS 45
More magical psychedelic jamming coming from the toverstaf of Bart sloow(Sylvester Anfang II, Innercity, Amanita Vulva). The Moe Tucker-style primitive drums, guitars and harmonium are still there in this attempt at classic rock. Recorded during the hazy days when he suffered several blood clots. Cover by Anne Collet. Edition of 80 copies.
magical psychedelic jamming coming from the toverstaf of Bart sloow, an attempt at classic rock recorded during the hazy days when he suffered several blood clots" -- some of the smokiest riff improvisation i've heard this side of early SUN ARAW and live MV & EE, informed by japanese heavy psych, ecstatic like EXPO 70 on a mission from god, givin HERBCRAFT a run for his money, zoned out harmonium drones and MASCIS meets FRIPP freak outs backed by primitive percussion channeling the VELVETS hypnotic thud, delivers a boon of acid jams and moody meditations, mega killer tape sold out at the source but looks like it is still available via FUSETRON and maybe other usual suspect distros, hesitate at your own risk (psi lab)
Sloow Tapes – CS 80
Recordings made by John Chick in Bali in 2009. Chick was one of the original members of the Bardo Matrix crew (along with Dana Young, Gregg Sharits and Craig Love) which was a psychedelic lightshow in Boulder, Colorado at first. In the early seventies he moved to Kathmandu where he started the Spirit Catcher bookstore, which sold booklets of poetry and traditional rice prints from temple rubbings. It was under this imprint Ira Cohen and Angus MacLise published their works. He also ran the first nightclub in Nepal. Later on he got busted for heroin and spent 6 years in prison in Bangkok. On these recordings he tells tales about encountering Janis Joplin, Wavy Gravy and the Magic Bus, Jim Morrison of The Doors and the Rose Mushroom Nightclub. Cover collage by Dana Young. Edition of 100 copies.
We Are All Holy
Sloow Tapes – CS 60
A rare, historical recording by Judith Malina, who started The Living Theatre together with Julian Beck back in 1947. Their plays were free from commercial considerations and limiting conventions, they taught how to be free from the state, to oppose the war in every form. One of their most famous pieces was Paradise Now, a psychedelic masterpiece play based on the Kabbala and the I Ching. This tape documents Malina’s poetry. In the words of Ira Cohen: “These are poems of a war-horse, who eschews every form of war except the battle of the soul to do better or someone who never doubted clouds would break, who never dreamed that wrong would triumph. Accompanied by Julian Beck, her presiding eagle-angel of anarchism… even in death he lights her way, still the muezzin sings, calling our hearts to prayer and to action, always to action. These are poems of the Star Tribe, and as the lady says, “Come swiftly, o sweet reconciliation!” These are poems of light and darkness and I cannot help but be reminded, “The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness comprehendeth it not.” These lines in the Bible have never been far from my thoughts from the first time I read them, and now Judith takes me to that place in myself which restores the hope that the darkness will and does indeed comprehend it, that we in our own struggle to know and to do, will also be comprehended.” Recorded by Brad Burgess and Louise Landes Levi. Cover by Christopher Felver. Edition of 100 copies.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Louise Landes Levi
From The Ming Oracle
LP - Sloowax 004
Recording by Louise Landes Levi on traditional bowed harp or sarangi and Hilary Jeffery (who also plays with Catherine Christer Hennix) on trombone drone. Levi studied sarangi under the guidance of Annapurna Devi and Ali Akbar Khan.
Levi & Jeffery interpret the perennial tradition of Indian raga - informed by the deep dream of the 20th century & the visionary ensembles of the mid century: The Floating Lotus Magic Opera Company (Daniel Moore) & The Theatre of Eternal Music (La Monte Young & Marian Zazeela). Also an accomplished poet, the LP comes with a booklet with a selection of poems from ‘Tower 2/TARA or dc-x’, which was originally printed for the funeral rites of Simon Vinkenoog. Edition of 300 copies.
With seemingly only a couple of tapes (released years ago) to her name ever available in the aural medium (however, these older releases are available digitally); poet and experimental musician Louise Landes Levi now has this thoroughly excellent piece of vinyl to add to her discography. As if the record wasn't amazing enough, you, the wily punter, also receive a wee textured pamphlet of poetry enclosed inside; this whole brilliantly conceived package released over there, then exported over here by the ever-vigilant Belgian stable Sloow.
Alongside her friend: C. Hennix protege Hilary Jeffery, on tromb(dr)one, together they have created two epic, absorbing pieces, one a re-interpretation of Pandit Ram Narayan's 'Jogiya', which is based rather simply, yet effectively, around a stealthy and ominous sounding (undisturbed) bed of eternal low-down trombone (I must learn that circular breathing technique) with her beautifully played bowed harp weaving sleepily and evocatively alongside the omnipresent drone. I keep involuntarily closing my eyes to enhance the profound sensation. One such feeling I wish never to cease.
The other side of this esoteric chunk of wax, 'Bhairavi' is kicking out much the same "impro-vibe", the rustic and melancholic-sounding harp possibly even more tonally adventurous and edgy but overall the juxtaposition of the two instruments creates something incredibly powerful that I struggle to interpret into words as I keep on drifting off somewhere special. Both are utterly sublime pieces of music, - naturally transcendental and tremendously absorbing. There are a mere 300 of this, It's the only record I'm buying this week and I strongly advise you to do the same. (Norman Records)
Back In No Time
Reissue of a tape originally released in the Staaltape Documentatie Serie. Brion Gysin (1916-1986) dabbled with surrealism in the 1930s, lived in the Interzone of Tangier in the 1950’s, traveled the Algerian Sahara and was resident in the Beat Hotel in Paris. He introduced William Burroughs to the cut-up method and invented the Dream Machine, a hypnotic light device with the power to induce hallucinations. This tape is an interview conducted by Harry Hoogstraten in the early 1980s. In 1950s Tangier Gysin ran a mythical restaurant called The Thousand And One Nights where he presented the trance and exorcism sounds of the Master Musicians Of Joujouka. Later on he introduced Brian Jones and the Rolling Stones to the Pipes of Pan. The second tape is a live registration by the Master Musicians of Joujouka, recorded live in France. Edition of 100 copies.
Monday, August 25, 2014
Sloow Tapes – CS 40
From the deep woods of Maine comes this zoned acid folk combo spinning around the core duo of Daniel Beckman and Amy Moon and featuring members of Big Blood, Ancestral Died, Caethua among others. Stoned rural vibes extracted to their essence, essential oil for the mind and body. Edition of 100 copies.
True To Blue
Sloow Tapes – CS 50
Psychedelic blues jams by Finnish legend Keijo & co. Lost Mississippi vibes from the mysterious Finish woods. Guess there’s still some dwarfs high on reindeer piss hiding somewhere in here. Edition of 80 copies.
you coul(d) hear the snow dripping and falling into the deers mouth
Sloow Tapes – CS 30
Underground filmmaker, publisher and poet Piero Heliczer (1937-1993) was one of the seminal figures in the New York magical scene of the sixties which also included Angus Maclise, Ira Cohen, Jack Smith, The Velvet Underground etc. His poetry is rich with images of visionary inner landscape journeys with traces of medievalism, surrealism, British 17th century metaphysical poets, the beats etc. Most of his books were self-published on his own the dead language press which he founded in the late fifties. This is the only reading of Piero Heliczer we managed to track down. Edition of 100 copies.
Sloow Tapes – CS 40
Big fuzzwah jams by Sylvester Anfang II and Innercity member. Endless guitarsolo’s, primitive drums and space harmonium. Keep on keeping on. Edition of 70 copies.
Bloody love this tape from my old pal Bart Sloow. It's been a couple months or so since it dropped, but def. ain't a cold release -- if you hurry over to Sloow Tapes you could snag one o'the remaining copies. Man, I've loooved that label, since Forever. Next up from Bart, a tape of blood clot themed jams for the Fort Evil Fruit label.
Bart played all the parts (sorry, accidental rhymin') - guitar, harmonium, drums -- apart from some accordion action by Anne Collet, it's all him, direct-multidubbed onto the legendary Sylvester Anfang four-track tape-recorder. And I don't know what those guys use for head-cleaners, but it's definitely rubbed off onto each tape that's passed thru that mythic, hard-workin' machine from the Funeral Folk days onwards - call it Flemish toverstof magic-dust or what you like, but this tape has it in spades: that fine, fine fuzzjam stoner eaaase, sloo(w) minimal Mo Tucker style garage-beat drums, endless multi-tracked gtr-solo roil... this ain't blow-out music; everything's hazy, smeared in purple mystic huff n puff, black-light magic-carpet felt-tip mandala mazezone -- if all flows onwards from jam to jam, but there's nothing generic about it either; zone out, then zone back in - each track has its own spicy pentatonic-y flavour and a special place in the endless 4D spacetime wall of wah-wah...
"Can you dig it?" (Kid Shirt)
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Wind For Mind
Sloow Tapes – CS 60
Nanao Sakaki (1923-2008) was one of the important counterculture poets/activists in Japan from the fifties onward. He has been described as “a walking collective call of the wild man, commune cofounder, scholar of languages and aboriginal culture and tribal traditions, troubadour to hang out with, lover of 'shrooms and the herbs, movement maker, The Tribes, homeless (except for the cabin in Shizuoka), green guru guy, activist, translator of haiku, mantra sutra rapper using the 5/7/5 syllabic meter...." After serving in the army during WWII, Nanao developed a deep distrust for Japanese militarism and dropped out of society, living under bridges and wandering around the country. He gathered a group of like minded young people around him, who called themselves the ‘Bum Academy’ and whose philosophy had much in common with the hippie movement. His poetry concerns a love of nature, a distrust of industrial culture and technological optimism and environmental issues. Like Basho meets Thoreau. This tape collects two readings from the nineties and an interview with James McCarthy. 100 copies.
Sloow Tapes – CS 60
Echoguitars floating into reverse spinning wormholes, slowly evolving endless variating looped melodies and riffs in swirling hypnotic delayed consciousness. The B side is a meditative harmonium piece recorded on the beach. 100 copies.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Januari 22 2000
LP + 7”
Duo recordings by the late Toshiro Mimaki (percussion) and Kiyohiro Takada (bass and electronics). Both were part of the legendary Les Rallizes Dénudés and the abstract electronics, hypnotic percussion and two-note bass riffs remind one of their earlier band, though the overall atmosphere is far more abstract and echoes weird dark vibes in the depths of space. The lp comes with a bonus 7” documenting the only known recordings by Oz Band, the duo’s band prior to Les Rallizes Denudés. Two jams recorded in 1974 with a fantastic basement guitar psych feel that recall Baby Grandmothers et al. Silkscreened covers. 300 copies.
Massively unlikely re-uniting of the late percussionist Toshiro Mimaki and Kiyohiro Takada (bass and electronics), both original members of Japanese underground psych legends Les Rallizes Denudes in an edition of 300 copies: the gravy here is the inclusion of a bonus 7” that features two tracks from the duo’s pre-Rallizes group, Oz Band, recorded in 1974 in classic basement psych fidelity, with the group jamming on guitar, bass and drums in a way that would somehow reconcile native idiot avant techniques with the kind of wailing/blissfully extended post-ballroom jams of Baby Grandmothers, International Harvester et al. What an unearthing! The LP itself presents more recent duo recordings with a totally zonked atmosphere, bass, percussion and electronics giving it the feel of a particularly blazed Kraut jam, w/aspects of Nurse With Wound circa Soresucker, NNCK/Atman and Charlie Nothing with sudden blurs of hazy F/X over classic naked-in-the-woods style hand percussion that somehow reconciles visionary dope bliss ala Siloah with massively deconstructed Guru Guru style punk rhythmics. A major side from Sloowax and a necessary addition to any serious Japanese underground shelf. Highly recommended! (Volcanic Tongue)
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Sloow Tapes – CS 40
Esoteric improvisations deeply rooted in medieval, world and folk music. This Brussels duo plays an impressive variety of traditional instruments (santur, bombus, bouzouki, psalterium, bagpipes, hurdy gurdy etc) in transcendental dimensions. Has Bryan Lewis Saunders reciting on one track. 80 copies.
Excellent set of early music jams from this Brussels-based duo in an edition of 80 copies: using santur, bombus, bouzouki, psalterium, bagpipes and hurdy gurdy Razen channel the kind of ancient>future atmosphere of ritualists like Third Ear Band by way of contemporary psychedelic heads like Toho Sara and Ghost, building grand droning orchestras, flashing ragas and sad madrigals from sawing strings and cranky, microtone-thick dervishes. The cassette is programmed really well too, with long pieces cut up with sudden blats and snippets in a way that mirrors the fragmentary logic of The Faust Tapes or even Vibracathedral Orchestra. This is fantastic, highly recommended. (Volcanic Tongue)
Poëzie Als Wapen
Sloow Tapes - CS60
In September 1978, Amsterdam hosted a major international literary gathering at three of the city's hippest venues for an entire week, bringing together some 40 shamanic and visionary poets from Europe, North America, and Asia. Known as P78, it was the first of the late Benn Posset's several One World Poetry festivals and numerous other events. Later that year the poets Hans Plomp and Eddie Woods compiled and presented a one-hour program featuring recorded highlights from that momentous happening that was aired on Dutch national radio. It includes on-scene recitations by the likes of Brion Gysin, Patti Smith, Michael Brownstein, Lewis MacAdams, Harry Hoogstraten, Simon Vinkenoog, Ira Cohen, Mignon van Ingen, Magic Mike Taylor, the rock & roller Herman Brood, and many others. Both the program and the festival might best be summed up in Eddie Woods' words: "A world/of imprisoned minds/needs anarchy now." Bilingual edition of 100 copies.
Stunning archival release of a radio broadcast presented by Hans Plomp and Eddie Woods featuring highlights recorded at P78, a legendary literary and arts gathering that took place in Amsterdam in 1978: this is a major time capsule as Plomp and Woods collage and present a series of jaw-dropping actions, with live recordings from Brion Gysin, Patti Smith, Michael Brownstein, Lewis MacAdams, Harry Hoogstraten, Simon Vinkenoog, Allen Ginsberg, Ira Cohen, Mignon van Ingen, Magic Mike Taylor, Herman Brood and many others. A phenomenal document, edition of only 100 copies, very highly recommended! (Volcanic Tongue)
Sloow Tapes – CS 50
Hiiragi Fukuda nails it again. ‘Seacide’ starts off with some trippy and fucked-up synth mayhem and ends up with long spaced-out guitar soloing on top of endless drumloop boogie. 100 copies.
Edition of 100 copies from Hiiragi Fukuda of Japanese underground group Doronco Gumo: this is another blat from way beyond the long blank from Fukuda, starting out in a great cyborg/street walking cheetah feel, with odd night-time Heldon-style sci-fi creep using drum machine and synth before breaking out into some wildly extended six string fuzz worship, with Fukuda ripping it up over a rhythm machine with alla the otherworldly elan of the amazing Onna 7”. Great late night apocalyptic Japanese psych, highly recommended. (Volcanic Tongue)
Hiiragi Fukuda is a Tokyo-based guitarist who has made a trickle of excellent cassette and 7” releases over the past few years most of which have flown undeservedly under the radar. Having played with Doronco Gumo and other members of Les Razilles Dénudés fame, Fukuda’s pedigree links him to the best currents of Japanese psychedelic music, and hints of those Japanese psychedelic masters come out in Fukuda’s jamming. His latest release a cassette, Seacide, from Sloow Tapes has already made a big impression on me. Seacide is Fukuda’s furthest foray into synthesizer music. Though synthesizer, vocals and other instruments have been part of his sound, his guitar playing had always been front and center. The first side of Seacide, however, is dominated by extended synth improvisation over simple drum machine percussion. The elements are simple: unspecified Yamaha monophonic synth, Roland Rhythm Box, and a Boss DD-6 delay pedal. It makes for fuzzy, heady stuff that meanders meditative in a one-toke-too-many kind of way. It feels in line with international strains of synth-based psychedelia that have seen consistent release in recent years out of labels like Night People, early Not Not Fun and yes Sloow Tapes among many others. The flip side of the tape has Fukuda’s Stratocaster come much more prominently into the mix, and that is where Seacide comes together. Fukuda hs enough style to know how to jam out on the synths, but he clearly knows his guitar much better, and he makes it sing. The guitar “really ties the room together,” so to speak, the only problem being, it leaves the first half of the cassette wanting in more guitar on multiple listens. Still, this is all around solid stuff. You can find all of Hiiragi Fukuda’s music digitally on his bandcamp page, and Seacide is out on cassette now on Sloow Tapes. (Drugs to do music to)
Sloow Tapes – CS 45
Solo recordings of Allen Ginsberg playing a small hand-pumped harmonium from India and singing mantras and songs to the cosmos. These recordings were made in the early seventies by the American poet and bibliographer George Dowden. From the vaults of Gerard Bellaart’s Cold Turkey Press (who also made the cover). 100 copies.
Stunning archival unearthing of solo recordings from Allen Ginsberg made in London in the 1970s from the vaults of the Cold Turkey Press: recorded by the great British poet and mystic George Dowden (who we could also do with some recordings from – anything out there?) London Mantra consists of songs, Buddhist chants and mantras (including some that Ginsberg explains were taught to him by the legendary Trogyam Trungpa Rinpoche) while he plays his small Indian hand-pumped harmonium. The results are beautiful, minimal holy music, with Ginsberg omming into the void over ascending drone patterns and with a cool audio verite appeal with lots of interesting asides and chatter. Another massive coup from Sloow Tapes, very highly recommended. (Volcanic Tongue)