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MOLECH LP (NIHILIST) - Two dense, organic creepers in the tradition of the Intrusion cassette, in tribute to ancient desert gods.

INTRUSION CASSETTE (NIHILIST) - Already a classic, the remaining copies are availible through NIHILST.

SELF TITLED CASSETTE (HUNG LIKE A HORSE) - Ceremonies for cicadas ritualized with chants, singing bowls and war drums. Should be available now through Hung Like a Horse or the APOP store. Screen-printed insert.

IRON ROAD, CAT TIPI OF ANIMAL SKINS, LASHING ROPE WITH SVASTIKA OPENING & SNOW OUTSIDE, WIND BLOWING DOWN THE MOUNTAIN, WIND BLOWING THE MOUNTAIN SPLIT CDR W/ EVERLOVELY LIGHTNINGHEART (HYDRA HEAD) - Limited to 150 copies, only 50 available through Hydra Head. You probably missed it. APOP may have copies.

SOME COMING SOONER THAN OTHERS:

SPLIT W/ YELLOW SWANS (BLACK HORIZONS) - Preapare to be torn limb from limb by 100,000 points of light!

LED INTO OBLIVION (APOP) Two brothers vie for control of the family coven, one brother made of flint, the other of brass...

SPLIT W/ MAMMIFER

REVIEW FROM AQUARIUS RECORDS OF "MOLECH" LP:

Oakeater is a blackened ritualistic 'power' trio made up of dudes from noise outfits the Coughs and Panicsville, but this is not noise music, well, at least not 'noisy' noise music. Instead the sound of Oakeater is dark and mysterious, abstract and black ambient. Primal and raw, primitive and ritualistic. There might be a drummer, and a guitar player, and even a bass player, or it could be three guys hunched over effects pedals on the floor, regardless, they conjure up some seriously evil sounding black sonic mojo.

Almost the whole of side A is made up of whispery shimmer, hushed alchemical whirs, creepy voices way down in the mix, flickering fluttering melody, creaking industrial groans and moans, until nearly the end, when the various sounds coalesce into something more musical, but no less evil sounding. Big black resonant chords ring out, over a heartbeat like throb, the vocals a weary liturgical chant, the sound like some industrial abstract doom metal, but way more spacious and moody and minimal.

The flipside follows a similar pattern, beginning all hushed and whispery, building gradually into a buzzing almost-song. But here the drone is much more pronounced, a buzzing layered Niblockian tone that seems to run through the whole track, while all around it strange fragments of melody and percussion drift and shimmer, the track looping and mesmeric, strangely hypnotic and almost pretty, drone-y and soft focus, only slipping into something slightly more sinister in the last few minutes, the tones becoming more and more warbly and atonal, until some more melodic organ drifts in and the record fades out more dreamy that dreary.

Packaged in killer hand silk-screened sleeves, silver and black and grey ink on plain black jacket, with a silk-screened insert inside.