Contact: abagarecords@hotmail.co.uk
(Send demos to this address)
ABAGA Records was formed to fill a gaping, moist hole in the Scottish music industry – and not an anus. Born out of a raging sub-lust into Edinburgh’s dubstep, jungle and drum & bass culture to unite the fringes of its small but vibrant music scene.
ABAGA Records is Tactus, Camphor Haze and The Mighty Cornelius: three Scotland-based music producers who also will be spinning some tunes in your area.
In the coming months ABAGA will be releasing vinyl, CDs and mp3s featuring up and coming artists in Scotland, putting on nights and heightening awareness of dubstep in any conceivable manner.
Click on a logo to download ABAGA tunes:
Releases:
ABAGA005 - Strangled Helicopter (14th Aug '09)
01. Tactus - Jackals
02. Camphor Haze - Out Of My Depth
03. The Mighty Cornelius - Santa Muerte
04. Tactus - Home Guider
05. The Mighty Cornelius - The Black Meat
06. Camphor Haze - Drifter
1. Sex Cauldron - Tom Jones
2. How Was Your Weekend - Tactus feat. Fadzai Jr. Mandaza
3. Rectal Spillage - Tactus
4. Max the Parrot - Camphor Haze
5. Into the Fire - Tom Jones
6. Dirty Grimey - Camphor Haze feat. Mel G
7. Strawberry Kebab (Tactus Remix) - Camphor Haze
8. Steam Cloud - Tactus
9. Life in the Fridge - Tactus
10. Mango - Tactus
11. Ceramic Pulse - Camphor Haze
12. Tracked Down - Tactus
The images on this site were created by Nick Shine except the satchel logo by Dominic Francis.
For imgaes, poster/flyer design, visit www.myspace.com/nickshine1
Hey Abaga Records, I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul.
Cheers x
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