Countdown to ATP: 10 days

Blood Stereo
Everyone reading this either already knows about Scottish noise perv Dylan Nyoukis or has to know about him asap. With Prick Decay (or Decaer Pinga, both rip), Nyoukis and his sister ruled the British underpants during the 90s, while his Blood Stereo and Ceylon Mange (with Bill Nace and Karin Constance) aliases keep the blood flowing these days. I have Ceylon Mange's The Maiming Path ('06) on my harddrive and yeah, I like the bitch. Muted graveyard transmissions mixed with some bastardized sinewaves. Nice. Have yet to hear some Blood Stereo so recommendations are welcome again. Also, Chocolate Monk rules. ALSO: their Mongoloid Men release is their best yet.
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Double Leopards
Listen to: '...' on Crippled Rosebud Binding
My first introduction to Double Leopards came with the arrival of the seminal, über-classic Halve Maen. A double album that matches the experience of taking shrooms or some other hallucinatory medicin, and I don't throw around those allegations lightly. This was the album that made my realise Double Leopards could become my alltime favourite band and last year they kind of conquered with two albums that didn't match up to Halve Maen but instead showing their range as surreal noisescapists. Out of One Through One and to One embodied a thousand marching saints on ecstasy with luscious but mega condensed droning while Savage Summer Sun was like feeding a supernova to your ears, for about 70 minutes. This year they contributed a track to the epic double LP, Crippled Rosebud Binding, with Mouthus and Sunroof! but nothing else and while that track sunblinded almost everything else on that LP I'm a bit dissapointed that they didn't do anything else this year. Maybe it's because Marcia Bassett keeps things Hototogisu and Zaïmph a lot off late. Oh you.
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Lambsbread
Listen to: 'track 6' on Trash Diet
Not to be confused with the bionic, or the ROAKAL (Reggae Band Also Known As Lambsbread). Lambsbread hail from Delaware Ohio and rock like a seven foot mud monster covered mud would rock. It's as if they play their broken riffs just below earth's surface. Outrageous really but just like eating the fattest hamburger ever made is. They did an album, live recorded, with Olson the maniac on sax and it fucking slays, it's called Trash Diet. But they keep releasing shit spangled awesomeness on their own Maim & Disfigure label which should really get a website asap, fuckin' slackers. Own everything.
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