(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

"Initiations", the debut recording for Aurora Borealis, is a lengthy proposition. Clocking in at one hour, thirteen minutes, it represents a journey, a metaphysical odyssey of uncertain outcome. From the psycho-religious clamour of 'Will to the chapel' with its jihadic cries, through to the somnambulant, subterranean oscillations of 'Eight pentacles', the way ahead is far from clear, the atmosphere claustrophobic and threatening. 'The river of Los' showcases a new breadth of vision for Burial Hex with layers of undulating analogue synth and gentle percussion, an opiate addled take on the horror electronics hinted at previously, and perhaps an indication of things to come. This long track takes the listener on a river journey, part Apocalypse Now!, part Orpheus in the Underworld, submerged in Carpenter's dense Fog, slow moving discomfort and ague. The album ends with the half speed collisions, static miasma and white noise squawl of 'Bo -II- Ne', the listener deposited on shores unknown, prostrate at the feet of the infinite mystery. Burial Hex has surpassed all expectation with "Initiations": Kneel, o ye acolytes, before an astral-industrial opus of vast depth and occult magnitude. CD in printed card packaging with spine, with two inserts, in poly bag.

1%er scuzz rock. One beast of a record, these crude fuckers fall flat on their faces, blacked out in patched denim false doom. Sick grease monkey rock and roll explosion. Like a live fire on qualudes, let's not leave these gentlemen alone with your women. Totemic neanderthal slow-ride rituals from cerebral underground odd-men-out. Think of Les Rallizes Denudes forming a Davie Allan and the Arrows tribute band. For those who caught the first blaze of cdrs and tapes of this band as they were born free, this is a collection of some of the greatest tunes from those self-released items. Everything remastered hot by Steven Wray Lobdell and pressed to disc by the mighty Holy Mountain. Get your wings!

Mumber Toes creates a piece using all Burial Hex sounds and Burial Hex does the same with Mumber Toes sounds. Much like their split cassette, this cdr remains in deeply blackened atmospheric territories. Mumber Toes decomposes his source material into a decrepit dungeon hymn. Burial Hex retorts with some delirious and grueling black mutant grime. MidWest Horror Electronics.