"Inside the water tower a certain spirit sits. Not on the floor, but a foot above the ground. Cross-legged, across her arms are two guitars. Four hands, all pulling, plucking, strumming these guitars. Notes cluster, clutter on and throughout the dome, knotting and unraveling in and out of her ....

First in a somewhat hazily conceived series of disks documenting the Charalambides 'woodshed' years of 95-98, when we were busily (sometimes frantically) trying to come up with a 'rock' trio record (our idea) for Siltbreeze. We failed. Instead, here's a handful of recordings that follow many of the ....

this particular disk is culled from the sessions of the two days preceding recording of internal eternal at the dog end of 1995. improvised detuned stumbling blues with crackling shortwave. much more raw and head-on than internal eternal, more like a scrambleheaded version of charalambides' most ....

final chapter of the archival series begun with 'glowing raw' and 'emerald message', this time consisting of trio recordings with jason bill from 94-96. at the time we were working on our big blown out rock 'statement' for siltbreeze. our reasons for abandoning this LP are fuzzy to me now, as this ....

Wordless eardrum-adjacent vox, piano, guitar. Whispers from a pre-lingual hindbrain.

Christina Carter: Voice, Piano, Guitar, Field Recordings Recorded 2001 for giveaway CDR edition, re-released on Wholly Other ....

(review of Track 1; November Flower)- "Using only an acoustic guitar and her voice intermittently, I feel like my soul is being torn from my body. Through the rest of the track, though, it's like I am watching my soul fly through the air. It is a freedom rarely felt in music, but Carter owns it. ....

Dedicated to the friends and times he left behind in Austin, these are the last recordings Tom Carter made before his move to the West Coast. By improvising with a different type of guitar on each of the three tracks, Carter explores the limits of each instrument while evoking the heat, pace, and ....

A year of neither successful nor unsuccessful attempts to plumb the depths of love & infinity armed only with a wah pedal & my hammy fists landed me in NYC; where i ditched the wah, borrowed a z-vex fuzz factory, and recorded this record. my deep cocoon spun around a self-oscillating overdrive ....