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FACT.1, Ducks have no blood vessels or nerves in their feet, so they can't feel cold even in frigid water. FACT.2, Wood ducks are monogamous for the breeding season, and usually have one brood together. FACT.3, Male ducks are called "drakes," and females are called "hens." FACT.4, Dabbling ducks tip themselves face first into the water, (so you see their bottoms pointing into the air), and filter water through their beaks to harvest food from beneath the surface. This is called "dabbling." You were wondering, weren't you! FACT.5, Did you know that ducks and swans are actually in the same family, Anatidae? So maybe, the "ugly duckling" WAS a duckling, after all! FACT.6, Ever hear the saying, "like water off a duck's back"? Actually, the gland that secretes the substance that coats their feathers to make them waterproof, really is on their back -- the tail end, that is. FACT.7, A popular urban legend concerning ducks is, "a duck's quack doesn't echo." This is not true, and a team from the University of Salford proved it
Many people say u can`t polish a turd. It`s just
impossible. But fractal-crackin bass junkies Toxic Lipstick have done
the impossible with their the seminal 3rd debut album Poopin. With such
crowd thumpers as Rape Me, Itchy Balls, and Teen Mum, Toxic Lipstick
have shown that magic really can happen... even if it`s just in your
pants. Get ready 4 the bass sensation that is...poopin!!!
"After coming home from work, there`s nothing
I like better than a cold glass of Poopin" Steven, 12 (Wombat Peaks,
Tasmania) "Poopin`s like a fine wine that gets u wasted" Toxic Lipstick, 14 (no relation), (Purga Creek, QLD)
Since 1999, Sissy Spacek has been
one of the most difficult groups around, with a starting point of full-on
blur/grindcore and an evolution to the definition of the most extreme/intense
fringes of musique concrete, instantly identifiable by the handywork
of John Wiese. On this, their fifth proper album, Sissy Spacek explore
new "recycled waste products of a doomed civilisation - fragments of Metal guitar fuzzed into oblivion, snippets of easy listening beaten to a bloody pulp - but they're meticulously catalogued and cunningly sequenced" the wire. "uncovers a clear love of metal, but of course very bastardised and bent" - musiquemachine
Possibly the sickest release we have produced at dualpLOVER! You would expect this type of perversion from label mates Suicidal Rap Orgy but Kevin blechdom? No sweet Kevy wouldn't rework a Beatles classic like twist and shout into a celebration of pre natal pleasure, or would she? Comes complete with bonus live to air CD recorded at Melbournes PBS FM's studio 5 live program during her 2006 Australian tour.
Following from their self-titled single, Naked On The Vague’s debut album, ‘The Blood Pressure Sessions’, dives deep into a world of apocalyptic pop and psychedelic weirdness... Lucy and Matthew’s disparate vocals grip onto stabbing keys and menacing hook-laden basslines, pushed on by an unrelentless drum machine far past the end of its warranty period. Essentially this is a ‘punk’ assault packaged into nine distinct tracks that range from some almost dance-able short and sharp ‘hits’ to gloomy extended freak-outs. Taking direction from where the short lived no-wave movement ended Naked On The Vague expand on what that imploded scene could have garnished had it not succumbed to its own fatalistic shortcomings.
"This is the type of noise that compels people to cut themselves, writhe on the floor, dance and laugh, all within the same moment." - SKYSCRAPER. "if this was released 30 years ago, it would be studied and discussed with fervor just as other No Wave classics are getting treated today." - Jackson Glass
An unguided tour guide down memory Lane, turn of the century style American folk. Played on banjo, kazoo, guitar, musical saw, and a collection of spittoons, frying pans and medicine bottles. Al’s vaudevillian songs are heaped in black wit, double entendre and clever word play about kleptomaniacs, Moonshiners, criminals, loners and even more shadowy figures. The music is a mix of old-timey, ragtime, sea shanty, Victorian parlour and jug band. Recorded on wax cylinders and other lo-fi devices, these songs were meant to be written between 1900 and 1930; he just never got around to it until now. “his lyrics strike with all of the bravado of a Tom Waits album, but with a twinge of the old Vaudeville” - Folk it Up After years of focus groups and market research we
have come up with the perfect audio product for today's consumer. what
our research has found is that today's music consumer wants to eat shit
and say yummy, so we concocted the biggest load of shit the world has
ever faced and hand bound it in a 24 page gold blocked book so fancy you'd
think you won lotto. Yes our third installment of the rebirth of fool compilation series is simply a pearliest pearler ever, not only is it our most impressively packaged disc it's also the most expensive, labour intensive item we've ever produced. So if you wanna dumb down your ears down between bouts of xenakis and cage and hear the latest in retardation like 7u? channeling Wesley willis in an ode to this very organization, testimonials from my miserablelife.com put to music by fool veterans new waver, unrequited love songs set in seedy adelaide establishments, instructional songwriting cassettes, gay audio porn spoken in thick Australian accents, absurd police tapes and a whole lotta other stuff not worth listing then this is the album for you.
"Your level of appreciation for this CD is likely to depend on your enjoyment of blacker-than comedy" - Cyclic Defrost Toxic Lipstick are 2 14 yr old hotties dropping the bass and breaking hearts in sunny Brisbane, Australia. With shining eyes and glossy coats these teen skanks aren`t afraid to throw lips to the shit that really matters- ponies, boys, puberty, shafting acid and hosting exclusive popcorn sleepovers. A triple combo of dope beats, dope rhymes and dope rax with xtra fries, Toxic Lipstick are Australia`s most bitchin whorecore duo eva. They will shit in yr mouth, spew in yr undies and give yr pony the finest grooming she`s eva had. After selling panadol to ravers to fund their first album `When the Dove`s Cry` the girls are at it again this time unleashing their difficult second album. Ultimately this new opus in pre-teenism shows that 'Doves? their first offering was merely spotting compared to the heavy menstrual flow on the new album 'Prisoner of hormones? “gratuitous eighth grade toilet/sex humour over speedcore tempos” – Cyclic Defrost Magazine. A retrospective ‘best off’ taken from New Wavers infamous cassette series spanning the 90's. Essentially Top 40 hits with the lyrics changed to address all aspects of loserdom, Or Weird Al with an extremely pessimistic neo-Darwinian world view. In the New Waver world, everything comes down to survival of the fittest, a land in which the strongest and most dominant triumph and the rest are sidelined, ostracised, beaten up, and generally have miserable, pointless lives. "Boring folks from the tax office singing boring songs from the 80s sounding tired, bored and beaten down by society. It sounds terrible, but it's not. It's genius.” – Inpress Magazine. “Had Jean-Paul Sartre been born in Brisbane or Canberra, he could well have come up with something like this.” – Dev.Null Sydney Australia's favourite chronically depressed, long term unemployed, alcoholic, asthmatic, homosexual electronic music pioneer. A man who's just spent the waking half of the last two years concocting this, his third collection of solo works titled 'INSTANT OBLIVION' between copious amounts of drinks and bouts with day time television. If his previous effort the lauded "RUFFINI CORPUSCLE" was a plumb designed to measure the depths of a luscious aural abyss. This album is the measurement discovered by its predecessors journey delving deep into exquisite musical epiphany. “Bradbury is a master sonic bricklayer who has the ins and outs of tension and release down pat” – Mess + Noise Magazine.
Its safe to say that nothing like this was ever witnessed in the Lebanese capital before short of the civil war which is how many audience members described the sound of the honourable justices performances in the still turbulent city. Justice played on a sheet of broken glass he found at the Beirut - Damascus taxi terminal, an infamous place where many muslims where tortured and killed by the phalangists. the singles cover depicts the sticker that was on the sheet of glass played on the 020604 which was found in the semi ruined building. released by chondriticsound in conjuction with dualpLOVER. Sing a little ditty with Sadie, the all singing all dancing queen of the burgeoning underground show tunes scene. Her songs hark back to the war years, a simpler time, when singing prowess was often overlooked favouring instead sharp and biting lyrics centred on drinking, dancing and prostitutes long passed their used by date, sung and danced with all the skill and execution of Florence Foster Jenkins. “This Australian one-woman-show sings in an out-of-control voice that doesn't always hit the "right" notes (but they're usually close enough) humorously dirty lyrics over old big-band records. And then, maybe half-way thru each tune...she tap dances. Well, she tries. It's kind of the dancing equivalent of her singing, like someone randomly dropping silverware on a hard floor.” – WMFU. “one part Poly Styrene to one part Eraserhead radiator lady” – Mess + Noise Magazine
The first publicly available offering of the good justices glass munching adventures. Side A features a recording of his bloodiest show ever in Lisboa, Portugal. The snow started when he lacerated his forehead and finished with his Tony Clifton t-shirt soaked in blood, the stain has been lovingly reproduced and screen printed for the singles cover. Side B captured on a walkman in Minneapolis was not as bloody but that shouldn't really matter as this is in reality a audio format. released as a split between dualplover and freedom from. Volvox were one of the most extraordinary bands ever to emerge from Melbourne, or infact anywhere else. Unfortunately for the rest of the world, during their short existence (1991 to 1996) they never played outside of that city. Describing the unsettling nature of the Volvox sound is somewhat difficult without pointing out one unmistakable feature, the vocals style of Anthony Riddell (aka 'Lester Vat'), their all-stumbling neurologically damaged front-man, whose infamous fall at the Redfern squats in the late 80s left him in a coma for months, and then with a significant movement disorder. Our 2005 CD reissue of their second cassette Egg, Pluto Pup and You, marks the final installment of Spill and Dual Plover's reissue trilogy following our earlier (and now sold out) reissues of 'bad earth' (first cassette) and 'the damage begins at the mouth' (previously unreleased material). This series is an effort to preserve for all time one of Australia's true outsider outfits. “perhaps the best band of their time. Certainly, "Huhnenblut" is worth the lives of ten thousand Cobains.” - Tom Smith, Bananafish |
