GHOST WHALE-ECHO:ONE C60!

Howzabout some Thud, m'lud? TWO count em TWO basses and ONE drummer, samples and video comprise this fuckin' A power trio of lurch merchants from Brussels! Pretty sure this is the first batch of international bench warmers on the AVRCRC roster-and that ain't nothing to sneeze at, Chuck! Sound-wise, don't expect any gentle etudes dedicated to a flower here. Just a few low grinding notes on four strings (x2!) over maniacal industrial pounding! Good for you, good for them. Editions will be limited, on our end and on their end, but who promised you a rose garden?! Perfect "Watch The World Burn" jams! GET IT HERE

NEW NEW NEW!

Holy balls, those nice young gentlepersons from Wisconsin are back and uh...well, you asked for it, bucko. Regular tuners-in will remember crushing riffs and cement block rhythm section with feral, throat shredding vocals-oh yes- but what's this!?? Blurred almost *gasp* blissful Sh*egaze guitars?! An occasional sung vocal? Yeah, this stew's coming together real nice.

This is the soundtrack to the print version of what used to be an online comic made pals in different area codes. Most tracks were written specifically about events that occur in the story, some are just nice pieces that carry the story along. In some instances pieces of these songs were written and recorded and sent to the other person for added embellishment. In loving memory of David Bessent.

OUT NOW!!!

Your favorite Electro-Caveman Thud Metal merchants are back with an EP that eats like a meal. Certified pummeling ensured, but this time enrobed in bleak electronic soundscapes that leave you looking over your shoulder for the next Atomic Mutant attack. Safety continues to not be guaranteed on this mission. Get it HERE

The Man returns. You know The Man, Benny Divine? Natural Child, Heavy Lids, Gary Wrong Group, Roman Gabriel Todd's Beast Rising Up Out of The Sea....BENNI?!? Yeah, that guy. Well, now he's FAT SAVAGE: No bullshit, scuzzed out blasters that are gone before you know what knocked you on your ass. Wrecked guitar and bass tussle with a drum kit being dragged down the street while bullhorn vocals remind you where you got those Thrills, Pills and Bellyaches. Sounds like it was recorded in a hurricane because it fucking was. Get it HERE