Torn Hawk debuts on UTTU with a 4 tracker of oddball machine funk, guitar-laden techno & general leftfield dancefloor madness! More

Torn Hawk re-emerges on this ace limited 2x7" edition. Special material from this inimitable New Yorker. Fold out, full colour insert. More

"Valcrond Video presents the next work by sound and image artist Luke Wyatt, ""Songs From Bad Kid School"". On a high desert plain, inside a cinder block compound, a prank squad is incarcerated. Between fiddling with ninja stars and leafing through back issues of Fangoria, they find time to scrape out the soundtrack of their escape. On the first track, heatsick guitars and steel wool beats suggest a landscape strewn with abandoned car carcasses, old Camaros left for dead in the sun, used for shotgun practice. The B-side leads off with the beat-less, articulated sprawl of ""Saline Flats"". Here is the story of a desert search for water: figures warping mirage-like on the horizon as they make a confused journey over dunes, ending with a cathartic drone that suggests the mirages resolving into a real oasis. Though it is just as likely that the bad kids have expired from thirst, and ascended to the sublime."
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Florian Kupfer and Luke Wyatt (Torn Hawk) met through the Ron Morelli Long Island matchmaking service that has done such a global favor by producing relationships and collaborations between previously isolated weirdos all around the world. As solo artists they have produced work for some of the most adventurous labels around, including LIES , Technicolour, and Rush Hour's No 'Label' imprint. Now they join forces for this haunting and darkly hilarious trip. Candy-mongering ghosts of Halloweens past drag chains down dim hallways, punctuating the gloom with the clank of metal on wet concrete. Who's that knocking on your door? Just a couple of 16 year-old boys wearing face paint with fake blood coming out of their mouths...hungry for candy. More

Delivery debuted in 2014 on Delroy Edwards' L.A. Club Resource label with ""Drama"", a beast of a 12"". Now he brings his Los Angeles hardware warfare to Valcrond Video with three tracks of elegantly balanced machine music. The entire A side is filled by the 12 minute sprawl of ""Brain Drained"", a journey down a dark greasy corridor. Towards the middle of the tunnel a dwarf stands casually, arms akimbo, as a 6 foot blonde bangs her head against the wall. The dwarf gives you a lethal look and silently mouths the words Keep on moving buddy, so you shuffle along, terrified, towards what might be the end of the tunnel, but sure smells like a funeral pyre. B1(Technology Transplant) lets you lick a deceptively sweet lollipopi when babies are scared, it's good to let them suck on something. B2 (four-two-nine) comes at you raw and direct with ten minutes of brawny pulse. You bite right through the lollipop. That same dwarf is backi he hands you a jersey (number 23) and some shoulder pads. Don't you remember you joined the football team?
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Xosar established herself with an infectious live show, on display at regular appearances throughout the world, and with releases on labels like Rush Hour, Creme Organization and L.I.E.S. Xosar's new release for Valcrond Video marks the onset of a darker, more dungeons & dragons oriented point of view. The four tracks feature both propulsive, doom-laden beats and expansive drum-free dream spaces. These sounds, appropriate for perved-out DJs and depressed teens alike, trace a narrative of pursuit, captivity, and erotic exsanguination. Held in a stone tower, a prisoner's fluids are harvested for carnal application, before he is finally allowed to drain and find release in euphoric fields: bare dead trees, empty veins.
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"Valcrond Video presents the next work by sound and image artist Luke Wyatt, ""Songs From Bad Kid School"". On a high desert plain, inside a cinder block compound, a prank squad is incarcerated. Between fiddling with ninja stars and leafing through back issues of Fangoria, they find time to scrape out the soundtrack of their escape. On the first track, heatsick guitars and steel wool beats suggest a landscape strewn with abandoned car carcasses, old Camaros left for dead in the sun, used for shotgun practice. The B-side leads off with the beat-less, articulated sprawl of ""Saline Flats"". Here is the story of a desert search for water: figures warping mirage-like on the horizon as they make a confused journey over dunes, ending with a cathartic drone that suggests the mirages resolving into a real oasis. Though it is just as likely that the bad kids have expired from thirst, and ascended to the sublime."
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