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PEELED HEARTS PASTE: PLOVER BRAND (1997): CDR.

Hyper sized turntablist action without the turntables. Before glass munching his way across the globe some of Lucas Abela's first musical exploits included turntables powered by industrial motors spinning not only lps but grinding bits, saw blades, vegetable cutting devices and humming bowls amongst other things and played by skewers and knifes that have been converted into giant styli. Brutal noise recordings produced without the help of any effect pedals. This is the only collection of of his early works and includes studio and live takes.

JUSTICE YELDHAM & THE DRUMMER WHO WISHES TO REMAIN NAMELESS (2007): CDR: EDITION OF 40: SOLD OUT.

After running out of stock in france Justice Yeldham produced this last minute tour souvenir CDR using leftover scraps from LE DERNIER CRI's screen-printing workshop and some recordings with a certain drummer who didn't want it to see the light of day. Earlier that year after almost 10 years Lucas finally listened to these recording for the first time since they were made in Tokyo in 1998. Deciding that there was something there he edited them into pieces and mastered them for possible release. When it was ready he contacted the drummer in question to ask where to send the recordings for his consideration, without hearing the material the reply was. "please keep our recording as secret private session. I don't want to release it any format." sorry if you bothered to listen to it he may have respected your wishes!

DJ SMALLCOCK: YINYUE (2000): CD: SOLD OUT.

This disc has it all, Hopeless romanticism, (smallcock followed ViVi to china after only knowing her for days) pre-millennium madness, (recorded at a time the rest of the world got hopelessly drunk) political tension (set in a backdrop of Beijing at the time of the Macao handover and the trail of Fol Long Gong members) and not forgetting aural exploration.with nine hours worth of Beijing radio committed to tape (smallcock would spend his days wondering the city's extensive hutong systems just flicking through radio stations) on his return to bris-vegas he frottaged them down into a 55 minute love song dedication using nothing but a pause button (in a single nine hour session that finished with the pause button tettering).

"he packs enough horse meat here to feed alla witcyst, cock esp, evil moisture, aube an' every pierced, pink-skinned dipshit with a scottish return address. who'da thought?" - BANANAFISH.

"one of the strangest albums in the history of recorded music." - dave segal (ALTERNATIVE PRESS)

A KOMBI : MUSIC TO DRIVE-BY (1996): CD: SOLD OUT

After many trials and tribulations, Dual Plover Recordings has the esteemed pleasure of announcing to the world that A Kombi's debut masterpiece Music to Drive-by is now available to you, the consumer. This highly anticipated release is to our knowledge the first album entirely composed and performed by a van or any other motor vehicle. But please don't get us wrong, this is not some tokenistic offering against inanimatism. We truly believe in A Kombi's work, it just so happens that it is an object, a van to be more precise. But you need not to take our word for it; one listen and you too will be ranking A Kombi with your favourite human types of the musical variety. Music to Drive-by was originally recorded at picturesque Waverley Cemetery in September 1994 but due to financial reasons hasn't seen the light of day until now. Regretfully A Kombi itself did not live long enough to witness this momentous occasion, sadly passing on in April 1996, en route to Queensland. I only knew A Kombi in the last four years of its twenty one year lifespan, but in that time we became very close. At first it told me nothing of how it longed for the stage, probably thinking that I, like most humans, would only humour it about the chances of it making any impact in this human dominated music industry. The idea that performance is for humans, not Volkswagens, must have sat uncomfortably wherever cars keep thoughts. It took disaster before it could confide to me its love for performing music. While recovering in South Grafton after a harrowing rolling on the face of Mount Tambourine A Kombi sang to me for the very first time. No words can describe the beauty in her song that day but one thing I can tell you is that I knew a star was born. Soon after A Kombi and I set upon our infamous Drive-by recitals at bus stops and traffic islands up and down the east coast of Australia. A Kombi's greatest moment came when it first graced the stage at Sydney's Vulcan Hotel; well, not exactly the stage but parked on the footpath just outside the stage door where she played her first and only live performance. In time the fame began to drain A Kombi - not even professional appearances drag racing with the Popemobile could kept her spirits up. A sickness that would eventually lead to death was beginning to take hold. Now not a day goes by withoutmy mind taking a moment to ponder the loss of such a great talent so early in its career, but at least we have these recordings, so now and forever we can always... ...well at least we have them. Lucas Abela June 2nd, 1996