MOONWOOD ‘Desert Ghosts’

09/10/2015

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Out now! Desert Ghosts by Toronto psychedelic space-rockers MOONWOOD.

“Like Moon Duo hopped up on pure wormwood extract, the Toronto-based improv space-rock outfit known as Moonwood have plucked another full-length jewel from the ether. Drawing on a cornucopia of worldly throwback psychedelic influences from the Middle East, Asia and Germany, Desert Ghosts is a relentless assault on your psyche, bound to blow your consciousness out the back of your skull and into a kaleidoscope of interdimensional possibilities. …. The first half of Desert Ghosts is noted as ‘Earthbound desert rock,’ a voyage through the deserts of the American West with fuzz rock and cosmic surf grounded by motorik rhythms, and the second half is a Trans Arrakis Express suite, signifying the arrival on the fictional desert planet from Frank Herbert’s famed 1965 sci-fi novel Dune. The change in sound is audible; the first half propelled by frontman Jakob Rehlinger’s incendiary guitar and Luca Capone’s impertinent drums, while the second half is more meditative and mystical, featuring more of bassist Matt Fava’s violin. Both sides are united by filtered synth drones and Jacqueline Noire’s mesmerizing vocals.” ~ Exclaim!

Transparent purple vinyl, first 150 copies come with limited edition 12×16 risographed print.

LP: $17.99 CAD (plus regional shipping rates) | Digital: $7.99

Listen and purchase HERE or in the player below.

Released November 5th 2015 in partnership with Pleasence Records.

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NITE AUDIT: The Audiot

02/09/2014

Get audiotic here

C40. Packaged in custom envelope + fun bonus sticker for adhering to your math binder. ($7 plus regional shipping)


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Like a mix-tape from the ’90s found in some pre-Guiliani Williamsburg time capsule, Nite Audit‘s The Audiot, is noisey art-rock for the now. Psych-collage, abstracted and distracted vocals and discordant no-wave guitars over dub-informed beats. Add to that smatterings of punk and splatterings of kraut and it’s the kind of of album that assures old codgers like me that the kids are alright.

WHO’S WHO: A mild-mannered night auditor for a New York City hotel by night, by day a hunched-over manchild locked in a windowless room with little more than a microphone and a tiny bed made up of shredded newspaper and wet napkins. Legend has it that one hot summer morning on his walk home from work, N/A came across an abandoned Boss BR-532 Digital Four-Track Recorder laying in a dumpster. Rather than just taking the BR-532 home, N/A had the strongest urge to climb inside that proverbial dumpster, ripping off his suit at once, perverted noises immediately overflowing from his cracked, dry mouth in strangely looped incantations.

When he came to it was dark again. He found himself naked and covered in flies, the remnants of a broken bottle still lodged in his mouth. Embarrassed and confused, he put back on his tattered suit, readying himself for another night on the job. But first, he hesitantly played back what had been recorded. He was like, “Huh. Ok, I guess I can get into this. Kind of going for like a Kim Fowley kinda thing or Ween or something.” But secretly he knew that one day, with enough practice and soul searching, heck he could become the next Lenny Kravitz! The rest, as they say, is history! Other than that, when he has the time N/A raises his two sons, Cooper and Aiden, with his loving wife Alexis in a two-story brownstone in Park Slope.

So, let’s hear it for the night auditor, huh! Just a man with his thoughts, crunching numbers in the dark so you don’t have to.

CALL IT: Art-rock, noise-funk, lo-fi pop, left-field indie
SONIC COUSIN TO: Ween, (early) Beck, Sebadoh/Sentridoh, Sonic/Ciccone Youth, an electro-punk Daniel Johnston, Alan Vega fronting an early DAF, various Jeunesse Cosmique bands, a hermit muttering into a CB radio late at night.


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