GODS OF TUNDRA

"Hymns to distance and obscurity.  Winter hibernation approaches...time to prepare. Edition of 100." ---LABEL DESCRIPTION

"Hymns to distance and obscurity.  Winter hibernation approaches...time to prepare. Edition of 100." ---LABEL DESCRIPTION

"New images and sounds simmer in dream corridors. Interference is the only thing that is consistent in the lifeforce. What comes after interference ends up on the astral plane. The
cove couple lingers in all planes on this one. Color and black & white collaboration art zine, lo fi and ancient cassette."---LABEL DESCRIPTION

"New images and sounds simmer in dream corridors. Interference is the only thing that is consistent in the lifeforce. What comes after interference ends up on the astral plane. The
cove couple lingers in all planes on this one. Color and black & white collaboration art zine, lo fi and ancient cassette."---LABEL DESCRIPTION

"First wax in a while
from this long running Lexington weirdo. Headwarp electronics create a
meditative minimal techno vibe that drifts along in a sea of alien water. The
stars alined in a night of garbage and color and this LP was born. Rattle your
head...the sound will still be there."

"First wax in a while
from this long running Lexington weirdo. Headwarp electronics create a
meditative minimal techno vibe that drifts along in a sea of alien water. The
stars alined in a night of garbage and color and this LP was born. Rattle your
head...the sound will still be there."

"Debut vinyl. Wander in the wetlands and get lost. Lines tangle and tighten and then disintegrate. The next step is never certain. Breath in this unclear atmosphere. Ever upward. Edition of 100." ---LABEL DESCRIPTION

"Debut vinyl. Wander in the wetlands and get lost. Lines tangle and tighten and then disintegrate. The next step is never certain. Breath in this unclear atmosphere. Ever upward. Edition of 100." ---LABEL DESCRIPTION

"Live in Cleveland. "Stoked!" Gods of Tundra.  Raw, gross, cut up electronics and drone recorded and presented unedited. Recorded in a noisy bar in Cleveland, OH in 2010. Drone portion of the recording is a live colab. with Mike Shiflet.
"Why'd you have to talk through my set?" " - C.G.
 
"November 4th, 2010. Incredible capture of the newest Sickness directions. Breaking and tearing sound into strange silences. A bizarre atmosphere hangs heavy in the room...andrefuses to leave even after the record ceases to spin. Throw your expectations in the garbage can, this is true sonic disturbance. Comes with a black and white double sided insert with the typical sickness writing about the piece." ---LABEL DESCRIPTION

"Live in Cleveland. "Stoked!" Gods of Tundra.  Raw, gross, cut up electronics and drone recorded and presented unedited. Recorded in a noisy bar in Cleveland, OH in 2010. Drone portion of the recording is a live colab. with Mike Shiflet.
"Why'd you have to talk through my set?" " - C.G.
 
"November 4th, 2010. Incredible capture of the newest Sickness directions. Breaking and tearing sound into strange silences. A bizarre atmosphere hangs heavy in the room...andrefuses to leave even after the record ceases to spin. Throw your expectations in the garbage can, this is true sonic disturbance. Comes with a black and white double sided insert with the typical sickness writing about the piece." ---LABEL DESCRIPTION

"The physics of mind and sound. The physics of damage. Full blown and in your head. C-20 (repeats on both sides of a C-60)"
 
Crude Power Electronics packaged in a black plastic bag.

"The physics of mind and sound. The physics of damage. Full blown and in your head. C-20 (repeats on both sides of a C-60)"
 
Crude Power Electronics packaged in a black plastic bag.

"When leaves don't get raked, they meld with the ground. They become part of the surroundings forever. Keep the radios tuned to yesterday and stare thru the smoke. There is nothing you can't remember. C-60"---LABEL DESCRIPTION
 
Packaged in a black plastic bag.

"When leaves don't get raked, they meld with the ground. They become part of the surroundings forever. Keep the radios tuned to yesterday and stare thru the smoke. There is nothing you can't remember. C-60"---LABEL DESCRIPTION
 
Packaged in a black plastic bag.

"PTM's brain waves only operate on the frequency of noise. Noise as a life. Noise as a way to communicate. Noise as a way to figure it all out. Noise as a way to tear it all
down. C-20 (repeats on both sides of a c-60)."---LABEL DESCRIPTION

"PTM's brain waves only operate on the frequency of noise. Noise as a life. Noise as a way to communicate. Noise as a way to figure it all out. Noise as a way to tear it all
down. C-20 (repeats on both sides of a c-60)."---LABEL DESCRIPTION

"Parties can be fucked. I met Jackson, the man behind this brand new full on noise project Sobering, at a super fucked party. Hair Police and Awesome Color were on the bill along with Sobering. It was a house party in Fayetteville, Arkansas. The gig moved along more or less smooth...it was after the sounds that the weirdness began. Jackson and I were outside on the porch shooting the shit. The rest of the crew went up on the roof of the house to hang out. When we all decided to go back into the house, no one was there. No one. Not the people who lived there, not the people who put on the show,not the people who came to the show. No one. It was around 2am. The house was dark and empty save for HP, AC and Sobering. We decided to put on Index s/t on the stereo and embrace this strange situation. After a bit, we crashed. We were torn out of sleep a few hours later by a strange guy who had wandered into the house. He was beyond wasted. He smoked cigarettes. He tripped over Allison. He passed out on the hardwood floor. Then he began to snore. Violently. The hardwoord floor was shaking. It was light out. I went to the van to try to sleep. Allison tried on the porch. Don't know what the others did. We never found out who the guy was or what the hell happened to everyone. This tape is the soundtrack to a party gone wrong. C-30 (repeats on both sides of a c-60)."---LABEL DESCRIPTION
 
Packaged in a black plastic bag.

"Parties can be fucked. I met Jackson, the man behind this brand new full on noise project Sobering, at a super fucked party. Hair Police and Awesome Color were on the bill along with Sobering. It was a house party in Fayetteville, Arkansas. The gig moved along more or less smooth...it was after the sounds that the weirdness began. Jackson and I were outside on the porch shooting the shit. The rest of the crew went up on the roof of the house to hang out. When we all decided to go back into the house, no one was there. No one. Not the people who lived there, not the people who put on the show,not the people who came to the show. No one. It was around 2am. The house was dark and empty save for HP, AC and Sobering. We decided to put on Index s/t on the stereo and embrace this strange situation. After a bit, we crashed. We were torn out of sleep a few hours later by a strange guy who had wandered into the house. He was beyond wasted. He smoked cigarettes. He tripped over Allison. He passed out on the hardwood floor. Then he began to snore. Violently. The hardwoord floor was shaking. It was light out. I went to the van to try to sleep. Allison tried on the porch. Don't know what the others did. We never found out who the guy was or what the hell happened to everyone. This tape is the soundtrack to a party gone wrong. C-30 (repeats on both sides of a c-60)."---LABEL DESCRIPTION
 
Packaged in a black plastic bag.