De Nor ('the can', or prison, in comic book Dutch) is an open-air venue/sculpture/pavillion at the Middelheim Museum in Antwerp. During its inaugural summer, Elko Blijweert played a live concert there that left an indelible mark on those lucky enough to witness it. What exactly did he do, you ask? Well, Blijweert basicly used the entire garden as an instrument alongside an array of pre-programmed pedals, keyboards, drum machines, guitars, a mandoline, and booze-bottle flutes.
This record, a re-created version of that fabled performance, is a concept album of sorts. Your personal prison experience begins on Side One. You will be miserable! Terrified! You will fantasise about being released, or escaping, every night. The entire ordeal is narrated song-by-song with Blijweert's liner notes.
On their third LP for Ultra Eczema, psychedelic blues gloomers Ignatz & De Stervende Honden have driven off the bendy sideroads and onto a straight, if not exactly narrow, path. And there's new sounds coming out of the stereo: The Les Rallizes Dénudés-type guitar fuzz of previous journeys has been phased out in favour of softer, repetitive VU stumbling and even some Fleetwood Mac-esque romance. But it remains an unmistakenly Ignatz & De Stervende Honden record, with all the necessary ingredients for long car rides, living room break-ups, morning glory, sunsets and drunken rambles about length, size and whatever else matters.
The Norwegian wunderking of demented psychedelic song (de)structure is back with a fantastic collection of soft madness. His Animalskt LP was played in the UE office until you could see through it. Gaute Granli is a one man band, taking a complete stranger with thirsty ears by the nose to leave him/her/them behind, confused and hungry for more recognizable hope.
There's a constant form of recognition going on here in these 8 stretched songs, these strange flirts with folk music you think you know from somewhere, vocals that don't sound like they consist of words one knows, and pop parts that are stripped by a psychedelic gnome messing with loop pedals. Although everything magically works, and made it into a song structure of sorts, a melancholic almost religious dust of desperation sits uncomfortably on all these tunes, like a frog that was already licked on the back.
Limited to 300 copies, comes with an insert, a download code and a UE sticker
Ōgon Batto is an exercise in patience; indeed, a model of restraint in these trying times. Although a fixture of the Belgian underground for over a decade (as part of the Hare Akedod label and band, the latter with DSR Lines’ David Edren), Bent Von Bent has released just two albums thus far.
A scroll through ‘Browse’ reveals a series of miniature compositions — bite-size psychedelic treats, a sequence of imaginary hyperlinks and clickbait for Generation Instant Gratification, reminiscent of the early work of Battiato, Francois De Roubaix, and Igor Wakhévitch.
Limited edition of 300 copies. Includes an insert, download code and a UE sticker.
Around the turn of the century, a psychedelic fellow from Argentina – Miguel Sosa – swapped the grass for the rainy streets of Antwerp. Miguel lived in the long-standing Villa Delfia squat and played classical acoustic guitar pieces on the street to earn the necessary survival dough, winding down with a sustained assault of endless Moog dreambient at home. In no time and seemingly out of nowhere, he’d become a weirdo fixture in town — and ten years later he vanished just as swiftly. In the ensuing decade, we confess to have forgotten a little about Miguel’s music; it was so present in our lives that it was easy to take for granted. Then, a few monthsago, he sent us this mind-bending master of a record he had been working on for years. His essence seems to be etched into these pieces: filmic, dramatic, plastic-classical electronic music that could very well serve as the soundtrack to a documentary about this sweet Argentenian tripper. Much in the vein of Miaux or Blake Hargreaves, and somewhat like Miguel himself, this is music that sounds like it has always been there. We cannot express how happy we are to be putting this record out!
Limited edition of 200 copies
19,50€Original price was: 19,50€.12,00€Current price is: 12,00€.
Repress of the album with blue coloured sleeves.
"Following two singles, two albums, and a bunch of compilation tracks, we are proud to present Miaux’s third LP. Mia Prce, originally from Sarajevo and a Belgian resident since 1989, was reared on a psychedelic diet of Krautrock and similarly serpentine music by her artist parents who were part of the Antwerp-based (and over fifty years old) Ercola collective. Beautiful songs that break hearts without using a sharp object! More tears for the creatures of the night.
Limited edition of 300 copies. "
"The connection with and love for Radio Centraal runs through Ultra Eczema’s veins. The Antwerp-based station has functioned as a voice for myriad local underground movements for nearly forty years. From its inception, architect and ex-Situationist Rudi Renson and restaurateur Roland Rom were a critical, hilarious, and provocative voice in its repertoire of weirdos, chiefly via the weekly RTVS (Radio & Television Salon) programme. Lots of ‘music’ was made within this show, largely enabled by its presenters’ revolving door policy of regularly inviting others to contribute or host: musician and artist George Smits, actionist and performer Jacques ‘Jack The Rapper’ Ambach, artist Jörgen Voordeckers, jazz saxophonist Mike Zinzen, aspiring philosopher and bass player Filip Baert, political activist Peter Terryn, troublemaker Jan ‘JAC’ Van Den Eynde, renaissance man Mark Meulemans, graphic designer Dominic Gregoire, fashion photographer Ronald Stoops, communist activist Leo Dierckx, feminist Ellen Verryt, translator and teacher Linda Greeve, biologist and Cassis Cornuta’s sole member Daniel Renders… You get the picture.
This compilation is far from complete. It is merely a selection from over 200 cassettes from the archives of Rudi Renson and Roland Rom’s families. The book features interviews (in Dutch) with some of the show’s main protagonists, and a long essay by Peter Terryn (in English).
Limited edition of 250 copies.
24,50€Original price was: 24,50€.12,00€Current price is: 12,00€.
"W. Ravenveer – Erwin Van Looveren – has been a friend for over 20 years. Erwin is a magnet and connoisseur of strange and obscure music, and prone to nervous sweating should you mention a band or weirdo he doesn’t know. His early guitar gigs (as Schidzoid) are the stuff of legend, a reputation largely based on altercations with members of the audience. Having thumped everyone in sight, Erwin’s focus shifted to buying and mastering synthesizers with his customary zeal. After self-publishing a dozen or so cassettes, usually adorned with his neon horror vacui drawings, UE is pleased to present the first W. Ravenveer LP.
Synth blubber! Mental boogie! Spoken intro and outro!
And still in your face: the front cover is a portrait of the artist.
Glossy, full-colour sleeve.
Limited edition of 250 copies"
"Frank Hurricane’s legend is such that many have heard his name years before hearing his music. Hurricane Frank, if you will, is the kind of character that can spin an audience into a psychedelic vortex that will have you yelping HOLY PYMP BREW repeatedly as you zigzag your way back home. His music possesses a nagging quality: a dizzying mix of scruffy rap, Casio tones and raw dictaphone poetry that sounds like it always existed in that quattro formaggi part of your mind. Originally released as a self-published cassette, and subsequently on CDR by Joshua Burkett’s Mystra label; both in ridiculously small runs.
Limited to 250 numbered copies. Includes insert."
One night, a few years ago, Danish saxophonist Mette Rasmussen blew so extremely hard on her instrument that Dennis Tyfus - in bed in Belgium, fending off animals in his sleep - woke up with permanent ear and brain damage.
Sometime later, Rasmussen travelled to Belgium to record with the afflicted Tyfus. The result is a fruit cake, kneaded with the bloodied hands of a butcher. It sounds like a room but it's pitted with chewy rubber, spat onto a cassette recorder that is playing and recording at the same time whilst Lisa Simpson grins and presses a tiny yellow foot on the tape. It's 'free' and it's 'jazz', like a steamed-up window in a car park toilet.
Edition of 300 copies
Both of Miaux's grand LP's, pressed on 1 cd, for maximum sadness.
Take out the box of tissues, bring on them salty rivers of sadness.
limited to 300 copies.
About Hideaway :
"Following two singles and an LP on UE , we are delighted to announce Miaux’s new album! Originally from Sarajevo, and a Belgian resident since 1989, Miaux - pronounced the French adult, not the feline way - returns with a propertearjerker in her classic deadpan style.
Mia Prce got her first keyboard when she was five years old. A rarity in the UE catalogue, and like labelmate Cassis Cornuta, Prce is a trained musician. But do read on!
Hideaway consists of seven stunning instrumentals that blend and gently warp Miaux’s formative influences: Mike Oldfield, Roxy Music, Krautrock and German electronic music, Vangelis and Badalamenti."
Despite being happier than you and I and her own earlier records, Prce’s daughter asked for “this sad music“ to be turned off when they were listening to the finished master for the first time."
About Dive :
"To those who swam in a lake filled with the bitter tears of Petra Von Kant, drip with salt when Twin Peaks´ heroic theme song comes out of a TV or simply burst out in tears whenever a tune sends you back to the darker corners of your childhood, we got bad news: The first full lenght lp by Sarajevo born Belgian Mia Prce (aka Miaux, say "MIO", not the sound cats produce) is stripped from anything that sounds rhythmic, happy or remotely like "hope" and will not stop you from sobbing!
"Sehnsucht" is a german word that one could probably translate, though that never fully holds the feeling it owns in German. (kraut) monsters like Michael Rother, Klaus Schultze and so on, translated it best with melancholic sound fields that formed the soundtrack of Miaux´s upbringing, a open sounding uptightness, sad but (really) true (to herself).
These 6 new pieces are a relief for a lot of body parts: tears finally leave the bags underneath your glasses, drool finally leaves your mouth and that yellow crust runs out of your ears as those two flappers want to enjoy this lp to the fullest."
“It’s taken 14 years for these extravagant Icelandic artist troubadours to follow up their last (untitled) album. (At least they managed to give this one a name ; imagine what else they’d be capable of if we’d waited another five years.) Beach Jolanda transposes their classic calipso - beach - bar - laptop - organ gibberish to the unmanned terrain of public lavatories in the dead of night. But i t wouldn’t be a party without guests: BJ Nilsen, Oren Ambarchi, Porsteinn Eyfjörd, Gerard Herman and Kristin Anna all turn up here, wielding bottles and other unlikely instruments.”
Limited edition of 400 copies, full-colour sleeve and insert.
Two side-long mental bar crawls with these distinguished minds. Payment in kind, please! And definitely no cards; this is not Copenhagen. Burping the blues, straining for Schnapps, sweating for extra ice. Make mine a double!
Or 300, with a full-colour sleeve and insert.