(joint release with Lalalal) Does anyone remember a remarkable piece of psych-styled rubbish called "God is Free", released on Chocolate Monk back in 2004? Of all the odd wonders and incestuous secrets to emerge from Finland in the last 20 years, the Puke Eaters could be thee greatest. "Hello Walhalla" is the first long playing record by this anti-prolific group. The applied methods range from accidental to free and from psycho-motorik to ritual. For any points of reference think of the swamp into which Fille qui mousse, Cromagnon and 'Jesus Christ' era Smell & Quim were dumped. After years of tireless experimentation in the cynical utopian ruinscape of their collective butterfly mind, The Puke Eaters have loosened their belts and finally unleashed their deadliest recordings for thee future caveman. Endless volcano-brain spewing on the ur-limits of limitless psycho-dynamic sound clash, totally high on Scandinavian pussy juice. Limited Edition of 500 pressed 140g Black vinyl

(skull001) V/A - Bound with Skin ( 5 X CD compilation) {an experiment in social obfuscation and dynamic metaphysical acoustics} After three whole years of shifting plans and unusual exchanges, Skulls of Heaven is proud to finally present: Bound with Skin 5 X CD compilation. In the Summer of 2004 we started asking our favorite artists to send us some of their most challenging and unusual work, with the only guideline being that their piece had to be 6 - 13 minutes long. After all this time, we receivd many submissions, and here we have compiled the 25 best, most unsual and stimulating sounds. What results is 5 very unique and disturbing CDs, each in black slip (each with art by Shayde Sartin). Bound with cardstock obi strip and leather cord. With a balance of these humors and your good fortunes to feast here, witness our accumulation of great sonic dilemma... such as:: The spliced tribal frenzies of the Tomutonttu, raw and intimate portraits of the Skaters astral beginings, triptych portrayals of the Ashtray Navigations, a split journey backwards down the Zodiac Mountain, and fucked wwvv more than a non-horse could carry. and // Synth fried elegies from the sick as Pengo, a post apocalypse waltz with the Maths Balance Volumes, until the fried and breaking cast of Brothers of the Occult Sisterhood bare down, to hear the first howling death of the White Dog, and the unhinged knighthood of the Armpit responds. while // reUniting the elemetal forces here called Zaimph and Fursaxa, Axolotl scribed sensations for era, a further triolgy from albion's Astral Social Club, the seer describes the tight rope lunacy of Exceptor, and the sounding of the great solar call by ghq and pelt veteran warrior master PW Best until // Uton opens a forth still universe, where Watersports lay bathing in soothing stasis, Anla Courtis plays a solar shaman's lullaby, courting the southern realm by the spirits of Pan to Scratch, and the earthbound mantras of Taikuri Tali where // now ends the great sonic architecture of the Wolfskull, with haunted lighthouse rituals and United Bible Studies, Kyrgyz buzzing meditations posted scripture to the silence, as silence captures Navy Black, and Clixcx revolts at their own analog prophecy. __._,_.___ Limited to 500

Sickening segments of audio used during bleary-eyed late night fright fest. 20+ minutes of dense, vertigo-inducing, candlelit psychedelia derived from desperate prayers to keep the house ghosts happy.

Making way for the unconquerable Brothers of Dobrzyn, MaHaBone compiles 4 massive compositions along with several smaller pieces and is truly an epic double album of reclusive analog fetish and cryptic occult voyage. Using ancient modular synth, homemade oscillators, altered organ, reverb tanks, metal frame, damaged effects and chthonic invokation to create dark meditations in electronic pathworking and explorative divination through additive synthesis.::. this is by far thee most bloody sacrifice. Horror Electronics in the twilight of the Kali Yuga. Light a candle and sharpen your blade.

The first Trollmann av Ildtoppberg "ep" from 2003. This is, in many ways, opposite to "Tolling Beyond the Tombs of Ancient Grimnity." Whereas "Tolling Beyond..." is captured in icy, crystal clear production with maudlin melodies to the forefront, "Arcane Runes Adorn..." is broken and hopelessly lo-fi. As if their sullen hymns were being heard on an old 45rpm acetate, or if their quivering occult shadows were projected through very blown-out tube amplifiers. Though this rotted analog treatment only enhances the intensity of their blackened atmosphere.